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Life BrushLife Brush

Could it be a seashell,
by the shore, dunes shiny.
Nuances from pink towel
wrapped around body.

Lovely sunset timing the day.
Moving shapes and vanishing
colors evolve smoothly. Say,
you always think about next thing.

Machine for imagination,
even in the biggest garden.
You are walking, jumping. Motion.
Pink may be the same in eden.

Powerful and so rounded shell,
fragile in your very small hands.
I see, your warm eyes sing and tell
which colors wrapped with no ends.

What kind of pink is in your life,
favorites, are your eyes seeing.
May all the shell would tell you if
some lively colors are missing.

©Stefonthesea – 18/0Life Brush by ~stefonthesea

Human Nature.Human Nature.

The dreamers,
The believers
And the ambitious achievers.

Need the realists to stop them from flying too close to the sun.

The realists,
The logical idealists
And the informed defeatists.

Need the dreamers to show them how some struggles can be won.

You see I am beginning to get the gist,

Of how we all unwittingly coexist.

Neither one can ever be dismissed,

As long as the reign of mankind persists.

As one tries, the other watches.

When one flies, the other dislodgeHuman Nature. by *KelaLewis-Morin

She falls for beastsRuthless winds and raging seas
A link so poles apart from ease
So darkly distinctive
As glitter from dirt
To sorrowfully know, addictive....
Hacked pleasures do hurt
This bond between man and monster
So firm, so unbreakable...shakes a mad red heart
Yet so forbidden, cries pushed away as an imposter
Our tie we hold till our knuckles bleed pulled apart
Destructive beliefs and demolishing dreams
How long will my people hold my love chained to their ugly screams
But I'll never rise because I've fallen forever
So intense, so deeply...
In a hopeless feeling of adore and pain we share together
Summon giants and bulldozers to fail to pick me up cheaply
Not being much soul of an unpleasant preacher
Yet he is a creature
And to bear my dear lush of torture
Yes, he's my creatureShe falls for beasts by ~MorganWolfram

The AltmeisterThe Altmeister
I lived in Italy, growing up as a teenager. I was like any normal boy. I occasionally hung out with friends, often failed tests and quizzes, and passed school like any normal person would-with a C+. I honestly didn’t give any support to school because it was really boring. My main interest was in drawing, I wanted to become an artist. Of course, my parents wanted me to be something like a lawyer or a doctor but I did not agree with them and I was determined show them that being an artist in the future is nothing to be ashamed of. I was not only a drawer but I was also a writer. I was especially great at expressing words iThe Altmeister by ~ItalianInNaziTrainin

Up In The StarsUp In The Stars

There was some Talk.

Where was River, they asked.

On Earth, did he walk?

We peered down on him,

Smiled, not sure what they meant

A trip down There by bus...

We pooled our money & went

In those remarkable blue eyes

They saw a wise, weary soul

Aged by sadness and lies

His hardest hue to hold

"Our Father, who art in Heaven...

We will pray and care for River

Two Hours after eleven

Yes, tonight before he shivers."

Before anything got worse

She says, though you were smiling

Not that he is depressed & cursed

But before Joaquin starts dialing.

Run River, run

You rebelled and thought

You had your fun

Run River, rUp In The Stars by ~myblacklipstick

25/04/2013 2:35 AM.25/04/2013 2:35 AM.

I didn’t get the chance to say good night to her before bed.
Instead when I finished writing I planted one on her forehead.
She shudders under the covers and smothers towards me.
The blind smile on her face shows me that she really adorns me.
I place my cheek on her cheek
And my hand on her sleek physique.
My other rests on her chest to feel her heart beat.
She clasps her lips and thrusts her arm over me
As I begin thinking this feels like how it is supposed to be
And how this girl can still inspire me to write poetry.
I lean closer to stare into her fluttering eye lids.
Imagining an occupied hand crafted crib i25/04/2013 2:35 AM. by *KelaLewis-Morin

Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.

She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.

She started using her mother’s sedatives,
As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed.

She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives,
They never showed an interest in anything she said.

Her attempts at socialising were tentative,
So she conjured up imaginary friends instead.

Her dogged detachment was her only imperative.
She could not risk the chance of being misled.

There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives.
Too many years of tears have been bred and shed.

The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative.
She knows Semi-Detached. by *KelaLewis-Morin

Painted into a Corner by Painted into a Corner
by Garymillertime

You pretend to know me,
Thinking all your judgmental advice will somehow free me.
Believing what works for you will work for me,
Never realizing your advice is your own convictions trying to teach you.

I am not you, nor should I be,
Living with the motives and agendas I only know in my heart.
You can't see or think the way I do because we are different.
Instead of embracing the differences by sharing our strengths, you look for weakness.

You don't even know my past.
You told your stories with such enthusiasm, you had nothing left for me.
You must pause to listen, if you wPainted into a Corner by by *Garymillertime

Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.

So if...

Good girls are really bad girls that never got caught

And

Kings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.

Then

Survivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.

Which means

Celebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughts

And

Teachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.

It would seem then you are either one way or the other.

There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.

So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.

Because you can never know the person you one day might become.

Opposable Positions. by *KelaLewis-Morin

Keep the Dream SafeHello my little girl, not your sister by blood
Never the less, over you I feel so protective,
When you think of it, it's not that odd,
With your child's love so sweet and affective.

In this sunny afternoon of May,
I sat on the bench and observed your face,
Under the willows you started your play,
You were smiling with such an innocent grace.

In Neverland far away, you gazed at the skies
After the sunset we’ll seek for the first star
How I love to see imagination in your eyes
Here you can be the dreamer that you are.

Why are they making you grow up so fast
When the time is not right?
Hurriedly trying to make your childhood a past
As fKeep the Dream Safe by ~MauraGreen

The Professors Study Chapter The Professors Study Chapter

Excerpt from Book Three

How long would it take you to have sex with another person on knowing them?

There was so many issues with how we met. I was just about to leave, when the doors to the building closed three times, due to some form of technical error. I sat there with my empty coffee, staring at the mundane tv, which was going on about something, the show too young for my mature mind.

I had already complained to the management twice about all the buildings errors, doors not opening, lifts not working, the seats just needing repair. I had gotten an answer once, saying they had “fixed” the issuThe Professors Study Chapter by ~tinaaw

Danse Macabre:Danse Macabre:
The dead children in a ring
Laugh, dance and sing.
Back eyes, ash face
Clothed in dirty lace.

Merrily are the dead things
with light steps and swings.
Hearts joyous with one-
Oh! Such fun.

The yellow dress girl
Looks on with envious eyes.
I’ll sneak in she thinks;
Once I get a disguise.

She dirties her hands and feet
Tearing her dress to sheds
And leaving the long, loose threads.

Trying to slip into the ring
where the dead things prance.
Dancing this immortal trance.

Dead children stopped
As they saw the live girl.
Said to her you can’t have a twirl.

They left her there
Alone on the hill side,
as sheDanse Macabre: by *DeirdreMariePowell

Friend Zone.Friend Zone.

I just can never seem to get it right.
How can she say that I am not her type?
After the constant phone calls and the facebook messages
And listening to you talk about all of your annoying relatives.
I thought that you and I could’ve been something.
I know now you think all guys are just after one thing.
Especially after the last guy and what he did to you
And I thought since I was the person you came running to.
That maybe, eventually there could be something between us
And you would believe me when I say I am not thinking of my penis.

When I say I long to hear your voice, even if it's only for a little while
And I loveFriend Zone. by *KelaLewis-Morin

My Dreams Are My RealityI will splash into the moon,
as I have many times.
My little world will soon pass by.
Magic, happiness, and seas can be seen.
Folds of blue, pink, and purple
are what make up the heavens.
The stars are like fisher men.
Not falling, but fishing for your dreams.
They hope to catch as many as they can.
As this goes on,
I see the moon again.
Slowly, I'm guided toward it.
It tucks me away in it's blanket.
It says to me,
"Sorry, tonight I am a crescent."
I fall asleep in it's arms,
and awake in my bed.
My dreams are not taken away when I awake.
They are simply tucked away in my mind,
so when I come back to reality
no one judges what I believe is reMy Dreams Are My Reality by ~Felisakura

Inside Out.Inside Out.

Do you love my insides?
You know the parts you can’t see.

The parts that constructively divide,
All the places where you can’t be.

Do you love my internals?
You know all my unexploited crevices.

All the words I leave out of my journal.
The soft tissue areas that offer no benefits.

Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings?
You know the boring and bloody parts.

The features that are not made for kissing.
The invisible strokes that add to this body of art.

You see it’s my exterior that attracts you
But it’s my interior that made this possible.

So when my insecurities inadvertently attack you,
Don’t beInside Out. by *KelaLewis-Morin

How to Reap What Eludes YouTo whom I crave
When all is sullen, melancholy and grave
Where are you now?

To the shed of blessed verse
When my earth is defiled, and shrouded in curse
Where are they now?

By day I pay homage to her fluctuating form
The vision I wield to brave every storm
Her elusive frame is my source of despair
A hefty burden I am honored to bear

To where do I embark
When the ghostly reveries emerge from the dark
How can i slay them?

To whom I adore
When life yields a lingering bore
How shall I maintain?How to Reap What Eludes You by ~Loftydreams101

Man Made the Money.Man Made the Money.

We think that if we had more money everything would be different.
That we would suddenly be able do all the things we always desired.
Because the lives we lead right now have become predictable and consistent.
And should we choose to, we could be the ones that are rejoiced and admired.

We could be the ones on the front cover of every magazine.
We could be the ones appearing on everyone’s television screen.
We could be the ones that the paparazzi haunt and terrorise.
We could be the ones that have our every move televised.
With the aid of money we could have unlimited vacations
And have access to an infinite amountMan Made the Money. by *KelaLewis-Morin

I've SeenI've seen illuminated hearts
And leprechauns dance.
Colorful eggs with gigantic white bunnies.
Monsters in the sea,
Shooting stars across the sky.
Lying on the beach looking at mountains full of snow
Hansel and Gretel Cottages
Fields of perfume
A heart that broke
From a women that called me Hans.
And a magic machine that makes stitches.
Flying in tin cans
Drinking from fish bowls.
Giant Snails and people spin with rags from roofs.
Fairytale creatures crawled out of night
Trees with balls
A bountiful table.
Hugs from missing familyI've Seen by *DeirdreMariePowell

deviation in storage by ~DawnArdent

Garbed in BlueSquawking buzzards
Hang above my rigid frame
Awaiting, with a sickly hunger
Gathering, massing
Thieving of these winter skies

Far gone and bleeding
Where the muskets bore through
Not a whimper in my voice
Not a thought in my skull
I graciously
Die, blissfully unaware

It was a fleeting honor
For the twentieth Maine
Garbed in sacred blue
Bayonets at the ready

We sprang for madness
Shouting to higher glory
As the cannons butchered, and maimed
Sparring not a soul
No fresh face unscathed
I caught my fate
Swift, clean, and painless
Another notch to their belts
Another name, pressed and soldGarbed in Blue by ~Loftydreams101

Dreamy moodI can hear the wind start playing;
Laugh of leaves, caught by surprise.
I'll compose what they are saying...
Translate it to something nice.

If I'll see the starlight twinkle,
Like the garlands in the sky,
I'll pretend it's quiet jingle
Of the reindeer, still nearby.

If I hear it start to drizzle,
I'll imagine that night has
Tuned to wind's melodic whistle
With a jazzy beat on glass.

If I'll see fog start to cover
Sapphire street with chiffon waves,
I'll assume... for secret lover
Night in peignoir now awaits.

For, tonight, despite what weather
Mother nature will combine,
Feeling dreamy, I would rather
See in all a kindly sign.Dreamy mood by ~miraslava

Le cri(English version below! :))

Peut-être un cri.

Un cri qui arracherait les fous à leur torpeur.

Le cri qui jetterait la vérité à la face de ceux qui regardent ailleurs.

Cri justicier et férocement rageur.

La colère ne peut pas tout le temps être apaisée.

L'évolution de l'espèce par la douleur?

Non...un cri sera poussé...un cri longtemps étouffé qui jaillira comme la lave destructrice d'un dieu-volcan oublié.

Et puis un autre.

Suivis de milliers d'autres surgit du fond des tripes d'esclaves modernes qu'on croyait à tort muselés.

Le monde va s'entendre trembler.

Et ceux qui croient le diriger...

Merci à Menotmyselfori pour sa traductiLe cri by ~SuzelH

Fri-end-ship.Fri-end-ship.

When I talk, you don’t listen.

You’re just waiting for your turn to speak.

You view every conversation as a competition.

All I can see is the unstoppable movement of your cheeks.

The flow of communication is always re directed back to you.

Almost as if everyone must hear what you have to say.

I’m not denying that half of what you say could actually be true.

But how can so much happen to a person in just one mere day.

What makes it worse is that your stories get recycled and repeated.

I zone in and out of your speeches and know exactly what happens next.

My place in the conversation is to respond and Fri-end-ship. by *KelaLewis-Morin

deviation in storage by ~DawnArdent

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