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[featherafter]

A prayer

I went to the mountains and the sea searching for thee even in despair and moments of defeat I believed in thee how can I deny all the flavors of the wind, the earth, the water, fire, and ether you made for me to taste and taste I thee but if there are no more wonders left for me to see oh lord please come and take me

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Thinking you could live without me?

[reflectionsofrealism]

Abused

She’s sitting in front of a mirror, scared to lay eyes upon her own reflection. Tears are streaming down her cheeks, eyes burning, not a whimper escapes her red lips.

His hands were everywhere, even now the ghosting touch remains. She tries so hard to forget the feeling, but the voices echo, all she feels is pain. Afraid to be alone, or even in another’s company, flinching every time someone shares the same air. 

Abused her, for his selfish pleasure. Tore every fragment apart. No screaming or shouting helped her then, her voice was drowned out by his laugh. 

The paintings he creating upon her skin were nothing that should be admired. It was not art, only violence, abuse inflicted on every part. 

The bruises littered over her body, from her cheeks, to collar bones, wrists and waist. They will heal with time, from red to blue and purple, they will disappear leaving no trace. 

But the bruises on her heart will never leave her, they are now embedded within, branded forcefully forever. 

 A.J/ abused

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poem 12 - dandelion

it's june we would sit there talking to each other in the middle of dandelions in a meadow just singing a tune with dandelions blowing in the air and sunlight will light up his face wind would blow the hair away from his face sometimes it will hang still in front of his face but I'm not complaining in any way it's been a while but he never failed to take my breath away gorgeous face, light skin, invisible freckles, mixed with shyness and the kind nature he's like a dandelion he might look the same as others, but if you take a look a little closer, you couldn't help but think he stands out the most he's my dandelion in the middle of a meadow

[a-poemsblog]

You the only one that I ever want.

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There’s a deference between great love and right love.

[reflectionsofrealism]

Finding Poetry

There exist plenty moments of poetry in the world around us.

The dancing sun rays, not only the light, but pathways of dust streaming through gaps in the white curtains; the vast meadow, wild daisies as specks of yellow and white, but more, the bees, bright against the green expanse, teasing them; the sky at dawn with its multiple hues, yes, but beyond that, the faint, almost disappearing mirage of the moon falling into a deep slumber.

Everyone can see beauty in the sun, the flowers and the sky, but the small, unconventional details, often overlooked, are the true beholders of poetic nuances.

Relationships, not only consuming and passionate, but also, soft and tender speak words of the romantics; two lovers, of course, but also a mother and child, a friend with another, a dog and his companion, or even two strangers.

Not in tears, but in laughter, not in anger, but in young love, not in depression, but in joy.

We won’t have to find it; poetry will find us.

A.J./ finding poetry