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Forever lost
Sorrow now drizzles from lingering clouds,
drenching my life in despair
Dampening spirits a’ fall of the rain,
empty these puddles I stare
Drowning in loneliness filling the day,
void of the sun we adored
Flooding the vacancy found in my life,
steady the reasons now poured
Floating along every gutter of fear,
weathered my face of the storm
Crying as caverns appear in my heart,
gaping the holes that now form
If this shall be what my destiny brings,
slowly I take my last breath
For I am nothing at all without her,
drifting this river of death
Take me for I have no reason to be,
sink every dream I have known
Whisper the truth that I don’t want to hear,
forever lost and alone
Good night Soupers
SHENIKA SIMS
going in circles in my mind
jumping over puddles
doing carwheels in multiples of three
thinking of you can't you see
my artwork has more positive themes
my heart medicinally skips beats so it seems
cannot wait to pack suitcases
go so many outfits, bathing suits, and...shoot....clothes to look through
i cannot believe this kind of love i feel for you
i feel like a trampoline with lipstick because i wanna jump your bones
see, you got me saying silly (edit) like that
i am thinking quite unladylike thoughts right now as a matter of fact
however you have been respectful and for the first time in a long time i feel like a lady
renewed, revitalized, and reborn....going in circles in my mind
MARTY KING
going in circles in my mind
got sam cook requesting cupid to draw back that bow
well miss cupid shot straight for my brain and woke me up
the first lovely vision i saw when i did....well....was you
while thinking of you, i find myself feebly attempting to skip rocks in a lake
i find myself jumping up and all up in the spirit making the earth shake and quake
i look at the clouds and see forms of arrows through hearts and people kissing
it took me about twenty some odd years to realize that it is you that i've been missing
while others were steadily moving, here in this dusty corner i sat
i cannot believe that i chose to do ridiculously senseless stuff like that
oh yeah, i am thinking thoughts like a dude, but i choose to sincerely respect you
furthermore, you have been so accepting of Me as My Self, and i have never experienced that as a man
renovated, recognized, and reborn....going in circles in my mind
Monsoon rain poured like cascade, Streets were full of small puddles, Children came back from school gladly, They jumped on the muddy puddles, Water splashed out of them airily, Their uniforms were completely wet, And they welcomed fever voluntarily, Hospitals were far away from hamlets yet , Parents were struggled to cure them hourly, They bought pills from the provision store, And gave them as first treatment poorly, It had been continued every year more, Alas, it was the condition of outposts always, Oh god ,save the villagers from the rainy days.
love
i used to think it was measured
by the depths of one's eyes
the swells that formed
when blue turned gray
a cloudy day
with the taste of
warm summer rain
rain
how i loved to feel it
splashing against my face
washing all my secrets
into the puddles of mud
that looked dirtier
than i felt
feelings
i never knew they came assorted
like gummy-bears and rainbows
i only knew one
but i learned it well
learning
i guess you taught me well
i could out run fists
and fits of rage
while not only talking
but sassing back
like some spoiled teen
teens
i remember mine well
loved the color red
and how it dripped
in finger-paintings
on half-slit wrists
now riddled with scars
scars
yeah, i have a few
more than others
but who's counting
except
when counting
one's last breath of air
air
i loved to feel it
warm little breaths
kissing my cheek
in the height of day
but at night
i hated the exhale
it fell too often
like me
me
i guess i never knew love
not until you were gone
from my life
life
seems to blend
differently now
in an assortment
of colors
i never knew
existed
existence
means
no longer liking red
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So long now, drifting ... stumbling in dark nightmarish puddles of ire
This numb, walking-zombie existence, in-and-out of Hell like a spinning door
All for the sake of a misguided decision ... and the freedom from pain
A euphoric hunger, first ... complexities and pressures (falsely) gone
Thereafter traded for an ache and sickness and anxiety beyond comprehension
THIRTY years now ... far longer than most, (I shouldn't be here, that's given)
Heart stopping thrice, thanks to the poison that courses my marrow, cold
The infernal poison I would now die without (damned if you don't)
But I am claiming my life back, TEARING it up from its twisted, mephitic roots
Fighting like I never have ... twelve YEARS battling this monkey monster!
Oh, he still laughs ... mocks ... spits truth in my face by each and every hour
But I am CLOSE, I know it, see it, every day just a BIT nearer ... baby steps
I will slay this vile beast and lay the forsaken thing to rest ... in COLD ground ...
And I will welcome the newborn, breathing, FEELING me ... to LIFE!
as
she sits
on the edge
of her bed
the candle
burns
her
thoughts drift
with the aroma
and light smoke
one touch from
masculine hands
could light desire
and she would melt
into a slow trickle
like a candle's edge
beneath the heat of
red glow to puddles
of warmth below
her eyes tear in a smokeless room as she sits
on her bed alone...the candle burns itself out
8/16/13
"Enticing colours of lord built with love for our joy. Indebted forever for boundless blessings of benevolent. So much love for every being born. Wish I could be like him"
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Silver sky soothing
Silver fog surrounding
Silver hills stunning
Silver droplets pouring
Silver strikes of lightning
Silver puddles reflecting
Silver moon shining
Silver in night blinking
Silver river flowing
Silver jewellery shimmering
Silver fishes swimming
Silver foil covering
Silver tresses glistening
Silver ice cooling
Silver is mesmerizing
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When there is sunshine on your shoulder, it is easy, oh so easy.
When spring is in the air and the lambs are out frolicking, it is easy,
oh so easy.
When the scent from the daffodils is tickling your nose, it is easy, oh so easy.
When you are sipping champagne in the field with your lover, it is easy,
oh so easy.
When you feel you are at one with nature, it is easy, oh so easy.
When you can lie on your back in the sun and contemplate the progress of
the fluffy little clouds, it is easy, oh so easy.
When there is only beauty and thoughts as pure as the air around you,
it is easy, oh so easy,
Not to see the storm clouds in the distance or to hear the first rustling in the
trees.
Will you then still be as one with nature?
Will your mood mimic the approaching storm?
Will you excuse yourself from further work?
Will you be keeping your children out of puddles?
Will your fear of catching a chill make you ill?
Will you be putting your walking shoes away in the cupboard?
Will your petrol bill now hit the roof?
Or will I find you just singing in the rain?
Faint scents still linger, as summer slowly fades.
Sun silently hides behind smoky clouds,
as raindrops hum in a jaded symphony,
plummeting against misty windows,
vibrating against puddles upon pavements.
Leaves drift in the chill, revealing bare branches,
rustling in the breeze then soaking on the ground,
as gloomy skies colour moonlight into monochrome.
As shivery spirits seek shelter,
swan song flowers soak in melancholic tones,
reminiscent of a forgotten mother's lullaby,
whispering softly, but never faltering.
Nature's nakedness consumes the aura of my oasis,
as cold ghosts reappear, reflecting in resentful regret.
Ebony hues discolour the textured illusion of my rainbow,
as my soul serenades its harmony for hibernation.
Children of summer are like a leaf,
vibrant with colourful hues in spring,
but misplaced in Autumn, easily carried away with zephyrs.
Let there be hope
for all to be seen.
Let there be empathy
and compassion for eternity.
Let there be kindness
nestled in between.
When ducks waddle
on the banks of the pond,
water beads off their backs,
they effortlessly walk on.
Man walks the trodden path,
puddles abound,
boots now wet and muddy,
his mood, dark all around.
Rise above, good man,
be free from this anger.
Your boots will always dry
and can be cleaned later.
Learn from the ducks, my friend,
let bitterness not seep in,
allowing empathy, kindness and compassion
to come from within.
The wonder of nature
is here for all to see.
Open your soul,
it will set you free.