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BSeuss Jul 2017
Someone from my past was on my mind tonight, while i layed in bed.

Past twilight, which I will call midnight, I seen a figure, like a dream dip before you fade to sleep, followed by the obvious and unexplainable;

The image of two visible, yet dim eyes appearing on the inside of my closed eyelids, and vanishing.

I've been wide awake ever since.
Apparitions aren't scary.

Although, this is the first confirmed case of one choosing to

Look at me..
It's 1:30 a.m here.
But science can't explain yawning yet.
I'll just do something boring for a bit.
Jenn Coke Mar 2017
I'm letting the past rest in peace.
I won't try to repair it anymore.

That which has been broken
Can never be perfectly flawless
Ever again anyway.

He was simply a visitor who
Came through the door of my life,
Peeked into the room of my heart,
And then abandoned both.

A part of me only hopes that,
Although now complete strangers,
He will remember the shelter
He once considered home.
Mihir Kulkarni Oct 2016
I’ve created a world
Of my own,
It’s in my mind
Safe and sound.

I’m the only
Citizen of it,
I live happily
By my own rules.

I’m inviting you
As a guest,
To peek inside
Because I like you.

But you know
It's not a glimpse,
It's much more
It’s a journey.

You will start
Loving it,
As the time
Passes by.
(It will happen,
trust me!)

Don’t forget
That you are,
But a traveler
On exploration.

Don’t Demand
Citizenship one day,
As I will
Definitely decline.
(You needed to ask
and that’s not right.)

It’s not that
You can’t be,
A part of
My world.

If you
Are a part
You’d fit in
Perfectly.
(I hope so,
I Sincerely do)

It will be
Something magical,
That will happen
Naturally, unknowingly.

You wouldn’t feel
The need to ask,
And I wouldn’t feel
The need to answer.

We’d only
Feel our worlds,
Expand and
Become infinite.

All my dreams
Will be yours,
And all yours
Will be mine.

As even I
Am a visitor,
To your world
For this while.

Loving is
2 people,
completing
A puzzle.

Each one
Missing dearly,
A few
Critical Pieces.

Each one
Having just,
The perfect
Partial view.
While everyone thinks that Love is a concept of perfection, I think it's exactly opposite of that. No matter how hard you try, you will only truly know a small part of other person. So I want to tell you that don't try too hard to make all the things fall into place. Be what you are, let the other person be what that person is and see how you two go together. Enjoy your puzzle.
Lily Sep 2016
This visitor is the topic of conversation in my life recently,
However it has been for centuries.
When he knocks on your door
You know its time to go
Even if things are left behind, there is no more time.
I see that many fear this visitor
Even praying that it wont come knocking on their door.
But I'm waiting...
I'm waiting.
It's not that I'm expecting this visitor any time soon
Nor do I wish to see him coming to my door step.
No it's more like
If he comes, I am ready.
If my time comes it comes.
So I sit here staring at my feet
While everyone frantically prays and denies his existence
I'm here contemplating what to eat next
While everyone is scared that they might be next.
So, my grandmother is close to death. Everyone is in tears while I'm happy that she will no longer suffer anymore. Is that selfish?
Danny Price Jun 2015
I hold my breath in darkness

Crack
Tick.  Tick.  Tick.

And let it go.
He must have come a long way

Tick. Tick. Tick.
Click.

He must have sensed
The only warmth laid out for him

Creeeak
Tick... Tick...

Acrid loss hangs low in the air
Damp claws ***** my toes

Inhale

And he drinks
Come to redeem blood lost

Silence
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Creeeak
Click.

My foot runs over the aging scabs

Exhale

I sink back into slumber
Jeuden Totanes Feb 2015
When he comes around, my girlfriend crumples in pain. Period.
We float this concrete river
as trees go about their day around us
Visitors, we are just passing through
to nowhere in particular.
What we seek we may never find
or even recognize.
Still, we paddle on,
subconscious cartographers exploring
every fork we come across
finding our way home.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2014
She came for a visit,
And to cook with me—
Her special dish, one of many,
Brought her own spices, for me
And carefully showed how,
For when she was gone,
I could make it just like her,
Simple recipe we made together,
In no time at all, she left, then with care,
Cutting the proper ingredients for one,
I reconstruct each step all alone,
Dish never tastes the same—
House never warm enough.
Amitav Radiance Jul 2014
Tonight as I lie awake
Looking through the window
Moonlight invading my room
I can walk up to the moon
Bridging the gap with its rays
Inviting me to visit moonlit land
Shrouded with an aura of mystery
Tempting me to unravel the story
Moon is the muse for many
Blessed I am to connect with it
Yearning to commute the distance
Awakened to a new realization
But sleep has distanced itself
Tonight as I lie awake
I plan to accept the invitation
To travel the milky white path
The pristine land of the moon
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