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Little StarTwinkle twinkle into darknessLittle Star by *GuinevereToGwen
Dear little star
You wake up warm, which is
strange because you are nearly
always cold in the morning. Your
parents would keep the air conditioning
on in the winter, and the swirls of
cold air would creep over your body
like waves on a rock face, but not
today.
Today there is a boy lying next
to you, and the memories creep into
your mind like the tide, like he is the
full moon.
And you feel high up above the world
and think about diamonds and stars
and flying over the earth.
You wonder, now, what you are,
where you’re headed, or if you’re
destined to hang in the sky forever,
in the spaces between two

Enquete d'eterniteMicroEnquete d'eternite by ~LNDFrance
Au fin fond du chaos une lueur de vie
Bien vite fut changée en étincelle de vide
Lorsqu'avides éhontés nous la voulûmes saisir.
Megas
Eternité savante au rythme rond et fou
L'écervelé t'adore, je t'abhorre avant tout,
Perfidie endiablée que l'homme ne connaît point
Et malgré tout s'acharne à savoir tout au moins ;
Libido déchaînée de la science de l'ego,
Désir furieux des faibles de n'avoir pas d'égaux,
La crise de jouvence, ou de la quarantaine !
Oublie bien tôt hélas que notre outrance est vaine.
Dividus étalés à fière progréniture,
Cessez donc de piailler en pensant à la fin !
Gloire éphémère vaut mieux qu'hégémonie impure.
E

Lord of the DanceI'm a sun pillarLord of the Dance by =Sammur-amat
in natarajasana
captivating clouds
B reathing in a cosmic love spel L
L eave all negativity & just let g O
O pen up the pores of your spiri T
O utcast melancholy by an adie U
M elodic mornings of serene blis S
I ntimacy with a totality of lazul I &
N ights filled with a calm veridia N
G reet you to a twilight of kisme T
L ose the handcuffs of daily rus H
I n the knowledge you stand fre E
K iss the earth in dancing hoove S
E xcuse the past, don't look bac K
A ccept yourself

Fallen Tearsdesolate, falling,Fallen Tears by ~FlickeringCandle
lingering despondency,
merging into dew.
~
she cries for hours, perhaps days;
the fog of time bends everything,
and who would care for such tiny things
in the midst of clinging despair?
she lets loose tears of lost tomorrows,
acidic yesterdays:
the weight of existence never relieved,
her left alone to bear
the choking wrath of anything,
the screams of those who cared.
and so now she sits the lonely nights
away from her home, her lair,
crying tears to shed the grasp
of life, hoping to dare.

La tancheLa tancheLa tanche by ~Gruuumsh
Luisante, elle glisse entre les plantes.
Lente, elle suce le ver qui la tente.
Succulente, la tanche sur la flamme crépitante.
La tanche nonchalante s'avance doucement entre les pestes d'eau et les cressons submergés. Les tiges souples s'écartent à peine sur son passage mesuré, frôlant son dos de la couleur d'une forêt d'été. Quelques sangsues, vers elle tendues, glissent sur son mucus, et restent sur leurs supports, déçues. Celle-ci plus grasse et plus hardie, en hauteur se place, et veut défendre l'honneur de sa race. Mais les deux barbillons de la tanche trahissent sa présence, et l'invertébré, avec sa branche, se fait ingérer.

World of SoundThe drum beats, faster and faster, drum sticks rebounding, higher and higherWorld of Sound by ~CatharticDistraction
Your heart beats alongside, blood thumping a counterpoint
The rhythm stops.
You hear the scratch of steel brushes on skin stretched taut
You hear the dull, booming beat that shakes the floor
You hear the fast rat-a-tat-tat of sticks on wood
You hear the gloomy bong of the warden's truncheon on the prison bars
You hear the blood pulsing darkly in your veins
You hear the thin, wavering cries of the carrion birds above
You hear the shallow wailing of the siren, calling, calling
You hear the sharp splintering of glass snapping, at long last
You hear the reverberating tw

Me - Who I AmMeMe - Who I Am by ~LittlexMissxRaven
Bright smile
Lasting external rainbow
Internal sadness
Who I Am
I am outgoing, but reserved
I wonder why people worry rather than laugh
But don't I worry too?
I hear roaring waterfalls and whispering winds
And the hum of my laptop
I see trails begging to be followed
And the comfort of my own room
I want to be something
But I am afraid to reach for it
I am brave, but very frightened
I pretend to save the world,
But it is only pretend
I feel the need to help someone
But too shy to ask for help myself
I touch great heights and dark depths
And everyone's life
But only in my dreams
I worry I am not good enough
Didn't I say to laugh instead?

blotter paper blotches of inkblotter paper by ~silvernium
where my art
should be
------------------------------------------------------------------------
my paints are untouched,
canvases unprepared stare
I want to hide
back here in words
shielded in the markings
of a spidery hand
splotching the nib
into a blackness
each mark pooling
into a small void
and then connecting them
with an unsteady grip
oh what pre-tense
as if I could ever
have a canvas filled
without words

La MerL'écume en une crête d'argentLa Mer by *ptitjo
La cime des vagues vient orner
De mille joyaux étincelant
Vient cette soie bleue broder
De somptueux diamants
Sur le sable d'or fin
Ces aigues-marines d'eau claire
Précieux trésor salin
Luisent à la lune claire
Caressées par le vent marin
Et dans la nuit saphir
Sur la mer d'améthyste
Souffle le doux zéphyr
Portant un chant triste
Qui dans l'obscurité vient mourir

Autumn was my first love.October, I follow you -Autumn was my first love. by =SilverInkblot
from the magic lights of New York
to moonshines in Georgia,
until the colors dissolve.
The anxious poetry of autumn
made a memory of me.
Here’s to things I take for granted:
September blues,
chasing airplanes,
country road thunderstorms.
Unspoken words, unwritten ideas.
October, I follow you;
I thought I saw you on the shore
where the river runs through gold
on the last boat leaving the city of a hundred spires -
or perhaps Pittsburgh
(it was the lights I guess).
Here’s to the things we leave behind:
sunbeams in November,
letters addressed to no one,
poems, wounds, dead birds.
I’ve got that summ
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Sleep!Profoundly asleep
Unaware of life or death
Existence on hold.
2012 Delice1941
5th June2012

The Writer and the Mountain
Thank you for reading.
If you have helpful feedback
I’ll eat Mount Fuji.

*Moon Glow*Comfort of darkness
Time to think no distraction
Moonbeam, gentle glow.
2012 Delice1941
2nd November2012

Cemetery!Sepia night crawls slowly by
Casting shadows seem to sigh
Gravestones dominate barren terrain
Filled with humanities endless pain.
To the left stands Cedar grove
Distinctive shape quite colourless
Under tree, lonely grave
Occupant restless, soul to save.
Rustling cedars call a name
They're on familiar terms
Appearance fleeting this sepia night
Wind blows softly through fern.
Silhouette emerges from grave ground
Glides down rows of buried dead
Hesitates before angel who prays
Intentions honourable, tears shed.
Kneeling now in ghostly prayer
Before sculpture of stone
Remembering what? we will never know
Memories belong to the

*Last Butterfly*Burnished butterfly
With sadness fluttered goodbye
Autumn slipped away.
2012 Delice1941
6th November201

When I was Young!Sunny days when I was young
Life as such was yet unsung
Days were endless, summer fun
Played out under a glorious sun.
With jar and nets we silently crept
To where the butterfly softly slept
Beloved Ladybird, what a find
So many hours, such precious time.
Hills would call, so on our bikes
Never crossed our minds to hike
Dandelion and Burdock, special drink
Gulped it down, quick as a wink.
Oh! for those far off summer days
When school was out, we happily played
Governed by memories the distant past
Calls to me, it was such a blast.
2012 Delice1941

*Hunter's Moon*Hunter's moon reigns in paradoxical sky
Wolf hound howls fearful might die
Illusions, secrets they abound
Whispering spirits, hear that sound?
Forests turn evil, trees walk and talk
Creatures scuttle alarmed they squawk
No place to hide, night of fear
Supernatural moment that is clear.
Ocean surges reflecting moon
Mermaids and sirens swim and swoon
Moored boat broke free, sailed away
Skippered by spectre who joined the fray.
Safe at home in comfortable bed
There's tapping at window cover your head
Might not sleep on Hunter's moon night
Thoughts run wild, deadly fright.


Sleep!Profoundly asleep
Unaware of life or death
Existence on hold.
2012 Delice1941
5th June2012

The Writer and the Mountain
Thank you for reading.
If you have helpful feedback
I’ll eat Mount Fuji.