#lostpoetry

[ind1go0]

CAROLE SENIOR

Asleep You Touched Me

In the reaches of the

escaping night

You reached for

daisy dreaming

long haired

goodbye to mother

me

Pulled me into the

nook of

was it Bill or was it Ben

songsoft lustrous goodnight eyes

your neck

Where on your flesh

I felt the hundred me's

gone before,

gone transient flesh

remain dark shadows

clawing their way

towards me with stealth and sharpness

over the precious white of your skin

And winged doubts flashed loudly

in the wardrobe,

tin cans jangled sweet words,

your masked face embroidered

on the pillow

was a feather, full and fanciful

just afloating

on the breeze.

[eva92inbloom]

We are the Virgin suicides

Tired of mourning Our strange lives

We breathe Our Dreams trough Little holes

In the walls

Our mother calls 'a mother's love'

You'll never know How It felt like

We used to be the happiest of brides

Used to lull the child inside

Now we're atoms of a heart split by Shadows of the sharks

Who seek flesh ,flesh to posess..

Now,We're One with the universe and posess less and cannot undress

[halfmaderobots]

In the wake of my ambition... #lostpoetry #soulshare #Ronin #lostletterstomyself (at Downtown Atlanta)

[lostpoetryrevived]

you tell me to be more realistic

that it won't work out

but i am a realist

it is not about what i can't realize

but it is about what i want to make real

[taylorjadey]

Time for something new...

Ordinary and I have been friends for a while now,

And I'm finally letting go.

It's fine time for something new,

And I have to let him know.

The years past have been alright,

But I'm searching for something more.

I'm done with roaming amongst the ground,

And I think I'm finally ready to soar. 

Each day, I've found more and more

Of what they call, myself.

And each time I discover something new,

I realize I wouldn't want to be anyone else.

Resolutions will come, and they will go

Unscathed, untried, unsure

But the will to be a better "Who am I?"

Will last forevermore

I cannot tell what the future holds,

But I am sure, this time, it is bright

For the next year is just a number

Unless one turns it into something right.

So I'll hold my head an inch more high

I'll look my enemies in the eye

And I'll take on each task whether I win or fail

and exclaim, "well, at least I tried."