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forestfaith Jun 2018
I sit in a park.
I wait for a spark.

Searching for something, someone.
Could I see it? I don't know.  
This desire grows.

I look up, it's something from up above.
So I wait, searching, desperate to be touched by love.
AIA Apr 2018
WOM
"In the cold rain, I shiver at the thought that maybe I can have anything I want in this world except her. Never her. Even when it's so close... even when I touched it.
Even when I can almost taste it."
Good morning! This is from the POV of one of my favorite story. I post this *** it hits me real hard.
PS. It's a man's POV. hehe
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2018
I want to take all
The things you ever touched and
Set them on fire
Including myself...
The sun is forever shining
Calling out to us
To listen to the secrets of the universe
Receive his all knowing light
Within an unforgiving glare
Blazing fire that burns to the touch
We remain adamant
That the truth is only what we know
Only the facts and numbers
But to know if anything at all
We need to understand
To banish the idea
That truth is just about numbers
Fractions facts and statements
Truth is what the universe has to offer
That we blatantly deny our next generations
The truth is creation and imagination
Intensity and insanity
kyle Shirley Oct 2017
I looked into the eyes of the devil
as he stared back at me.
Smiling at the torture he was devising,
I told him look closer
I have already seen hell,
lived through that darkness,
Slept in the same bed with her.

I look into your eyes
and see the same pain
I've been through.
He stopped,
grin faded
stood up
and said
since the beginning
no amount of physical pain
Prepared me for her...
I welcome loneliness to come sit by me
it's the only thing that has left me yet.
Oh wilderness' soul ― I Beseech thee !
I feel your deepest awakening secrets stir
Whispers uttered in immortal Winds
Calling to the Fountains of my soul
Standing the hairs of comfortably numb
Spilled breath bestrewn upon frayed Mortality

Oh wilderness' soul ― I Bequeath thee !
The ashes the deepest Oceans my heart
As circadian Tides have ebb and flowed
Forsaken feigned love’s misbegotten guise
Now chastened sightless before an unseen labyrinth
Beset by a human blindness that decays all light

Oh wilderness' soul ― I Entreat thee !
Cleanse this molted flesh ― time shed ―
Artifacts of perfectly imperfect traces
Reminders of things we strive to forget
For in the self-loathed aching Silence
I feel the urgent pull of Wilderness' Soul

          Reaching out ― Benignly
       to Entomb my Heart and Soul


     Someone you used to know   April 1st, 2017
another try as spring renews
... thank you for reading ―
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