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Julia DeFoor Oct 2015
Midnight.
Darkness.
The soft yellow light that barely pierces our blinds from the street lamp below.

My senses heighten with each passing second.

I begin to hear the rhythm of your breath. The pound of your heart. The softness of you pulling me closer, even in slumber.

My imagination takes hold.

You are a song.

You are a song without lyrics.
For the most beautiful of symphonies have no words.
You, my love, are a symphony.
Majors and minors.
Strings.
Wind.
Perfection.

Your breath on my shoulder; the melody.
Your heart's rhythm against my breast; the bass.
Your sleepsweet mumbling; the harmony.

Your hand upon my hip.
Our legs intertwined.
We move closer and closer as your song plays on.
Softly.
Sweetly.

I can feel the love on your skin.
Sinking into me.
Traveling deep in my veins.
Filling my breast.
Warming my ribs.

My sweet symphony.
David Crum Oct 2015
So I'm laying in bed, and a thought occurs to me.
With such ferocity I think if I Were standing it would have knocked me down; "**** yourself"
and I stumble for a moment but I mentally regain my footing.
And in doing so realize I regularly survive my worst enemy.
I've outlived the gulling of my own demons tailor made to bring me down and I'm still here.
How much worse could the world ever really throw at me then that?
If i can survive me (And i can) I can survive anything.
~Christi Michaels~March 2015~
«¤» «⊙» «¤»

I watch over
your embrace of
everlasting slumber
fear has left
spirit released to wander
strength surrounds  
your labyrinth unfolds
Illusion of quiet
amongst memories retold

suspended breath
sacred moments left
translucent skin
muscles soft and flesh
artistry of your journey
open to hearts that see
place of tender remembrance
sacred and loved eternally


«~⊙~» «ω⊙ω» «~⊙~»

Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
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I am often with my clients to the
end of their time being here,
after living and/or suffering for
so long. The Passing is a Blessing
as it should be. I feel
honored to be by their side,
bringing all Love to surround
them, on their Journey.
Sinai Oct 2015
I close my eyes before
Waking up in your arms
Just to fall back asleep
And start living
Echoes Of A Mind Feb 2016
If you ask me what I am
I will tell you
that I'm a sentence...

Please give me a chance to explain why
since this is sadly not at joke to make you smile
Instead it's one last try
to lessen your sorrow
when I *die....


Because like every sentence
my life has an end
and when I die
I won't wake again.
But unlike many I won't die old.
won't have a family
which will be left behind with sorrow.

'Cause I'll die young, I already know.
without children and somebody whom I love.
My mother might cry
My father will probably drink more wine.
But slowly, I know, that they'll move on.
The same goes for you and him.

I know your family will get you up on your feet
none of you will continue to weep
and heal slowly year after year
eventually you'll both forget
that I even was here.

In the meantime I'll just be sleeping
Peacefully, while I'm just dreaming
of the times when we were together
him, you and me, just us three

Him, who's closer to you than I'll ever be
is at the same time my only regret
because of the three words
which will be left unsaid.

Please my friend
promise me you'll be fine in the end
since I won't be able to cheer you up
and that alone almost hurts enough
to make my heartbeat stop...
NOT a SUECIDE POEM!! but a poem about a person who knows that they'll will be dying soon - could be due to cancer- I imaginated the I as a deadly-ill person, who's writing her goodbye to her dearest Friend since she don't want this person to cry when she's gone.
E Townsend Sep 2015
i hate that im not sleeping with you tonight
i finally warmed up to the comfort of being near someone somewhat close for a long amount of time
obviously it doesnt have to be specifically with you for me to feel that comfort
but i know ill crave it until i find someone that im remotely comfortable with
even though i panicked i still liked the idea that i was next to someone
and now i feel a little empty with no body shifting beside me
(and sleeping with their mouth open to collect air rushing in)
Meteo Sep 2015
What was once green
finds grace
in falling
finally
to sleep some day
beneath winter
snow storms on mute
through the anonymous eyes
of neighborhood
windows
to dream
in degrees of spring
of blooms
waiting to ignite
inside of her

And I wait for her
ashamed
of my mortality.
Faisal Sep 2015
The raindrops are the alarm to our sleeping souls

But worry not, for my heart is the shelter for both of us

We're safe and sound within these warmish walls

Sleeping beauty, mindless of the worldly fuss
Jordan Sterling Aug 2015
Each heavy breath

falling in and out of time

with the hollow stroking of the clock

ticking endlessly into the dark distant unknown.

Your limbs

carelessly strewn amongst the ever­building clutter

provides a careful serenity;

A calm that dangles precariously,

waiting to fall into the surrounding chaos.

Tense and untouched,

my eyes will keep you safe.
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