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Makenzie Marie Sep 2019
I’d swim across the ocean for you.
And I’ve always loved this way.
But the difference is that before, every time, I would do it for someone who would stay dry, and comfortable, and let me be drenched by the storm in the sky. Less than crossing puddles, and less than even helping me cross it myself. I swam oceans for people who would ask me to carry them on my back while I did, eventually forcing me under and drowning me, knowing full well what they were doing. They would hardly cross a street for me.
But I will still swim oceans for you— and I am absolutely sure that you would for me too. So I’ll meet you in the middle.
Sam H Sep 2019
chasing bliss
is like chasing tides
one moment at reach
but never collides

my bones are broken
from the life i suffered
now, i cant stand still
so i let my body sink
beneath the gritty silk

i'm half submerged
from the neck down
i relish the ocean breeze
and marvel at the spectacle above
of purples, pinks, and blues

i stare into the horizon
as i await the currents
and when the sounds end
i close my eyes and whisper gently
take me to zion
guess i caught that bliss after all.
poison of a heart is,
poison of a stone
a step of poison is,
a step of a stone
a poison stone is,
a poison heart
a poison stone is,

a step of a heart
step is stepped of a heart
step is stepped of a poison
paradise is a stepping paradise
paradise is a stepping poison
a stone is a paradise of stone
a stone is a paradise of a stepping paradise

a poison of paradise is a poison of stone
paradise is paradise poison of stone
poison by heart is poison by stone
poison by heart is poison by paradise
step of a heart is step of a stone
step of a heart is step of a poison
step of a heart is step of a paradise
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc… this poem is about time is a beginning of a stepping paradise. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
Àŧùl Jul 2019
I shall do you an injustice
If I steal you out from paradise
I shall do Gods an injustice
If I kidnapped you from heaven
But...
I shall bless my people
When I bring your divinity to my land
My HP Poem #1754
©Atul Kaushal
Contoured Jul 2019
Roses may be red,
But I'm always blue.
Someone could show me paradise,
And I'll see a grotesque view.

Roses may be red,
But sometimes I'm blue.
I'm aware of the sunlight,
And I'm slightly warmer too.

Roses may be red,
But I'm feeling less blue.
I've met you, extraordinaire,
A palette of colors, anew.

Roses may be red,
But I'm no longer blue.
You brought paradise to me,
Because paradise is you.
Damaris Jul 2019
Everyday I find myself lost in my own mind full of pink clouds, tangerine birds, and a light blue  sky where everything is so perfect... expect for one missing piece... my wings.
samara lael Jul 2019
quiero traerte a mi país,
y enseñarte lo que me hace feliz.
quiero llevarte a los bares bonitos
donde cantan y arman jaleo.
quiero pasar por debajo
de las pérgolas preciosas del parque
con mis manos colgando
de donde dobla tu brazo.
quiero llevarte a la iglesia  
y bailar y alabar contigo.

pero lamento
que no será posible.
es solamente un sueño
que veo yo solita.
porque tú estás pensando
en tu propio paraíso
y no creo que me incluya.
si no, me lo dirías.
duele querer algo con
alguien que no desea lo mismo.

duele  
ver alguien tan cerca de ti
que piensa que estás  
demasiado lejos de él.
no sé cómo la gente lo hacen  
cuando se enamoran  
en otro país.
la mente se queja,  
el corazón lamenta,  
y el alma llora del dolor.
the ache that longing brings lingers close around you.
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