#throwback poetry

[mmooyani]

Build me a swing Hanging on white webs Of spiders And hide us Away in the clouds from rain. Sounds silly now, But ever since young Age Been rocking forth and back No matter asleep or Awake She's due to Mistake Always lonely. After few years Dressing in black and lying on Tracks Cause she lacks Smiles And never talks about her Future, Past Or dreams, Since her last Memory Grew up a pair of Wings Behind the scenes Of white feather curtains And swings Disappeared like her childhood Lost in a mild Autumn rain.

// I grew out of my clothes and of happiness

sometime in the 2018

[mycosmicbackyard]

Introducing Throwback Thursdays here at Cosmic!

Exceptions would be the Halloween month and also Christmas month. Those two are holy on my blog.

This first #tbt @mycosmicbackyard is “The Dragon with the Tail” - a poem if I remember it correctly - gave me the opportunity to give a dragon to @anjo-da-guarda-me , a hairy, blue female dragon to @katrinnac and also - quite escalated - a troll to @mortalghost . Great memories to keep in heart!

[mmooyani]

I'm not sorry Bleed from your heart As lips shiver Yet it's not cold. I will never love you the way you love me Drown your liver In fire And hope it still lingers above the ceiling After the dawn. Cross my heart, I'm still dying Feelings hung themselves up From the stars And the endless breathing Starts once again From c-major and back to the e-minor chord Repeating. Your words now - a black hole In my ears and today On the moon I, alone Live in a private world For overthinkers. You send me your tears in a box With no address of return For feelings of love. Don't get me wrong It's pretty, but I already told you before That I'm not sorry And I will love you not Forever. Period.

// I will always love you not, I promise

sometime in the 2018

[aubera]

a new friend

It's no surprise

Forbidden, yet So irresistibly correct that I Just might take the plunge With little or no thought to Consequence.

"It's not safe" This is our motto for this Unequivocal need to Talk? No one talks anymore

But this talking everyday Gives perfect balance to my otherwise intense Daily existence.

Can't we maintain a... Maintain what?

He wants to be involved without being involved, I can't help but laugh. There's nothing to maintain I've got enough friends, A new friend...

Waiting for me Wanting me Wanting to wait for me To give that away for some need of maintenance would be catastrophic

Newness remains indubitably mine and I want to keep him for myself.

[ogor2812]

Throwback Poetry from 2013

Throwback Poetry from 2013

It was bright Shimmering and slick Life was a gorgeous princess And was cherished more than nature itself

Then came the day, The sun went down And the elements in the heavens Poured down in rain

Heart cold and quiver inevitable Palpitations insurmountable, But God’s wondrous work inexplainable When in his might he says “Your sun shall no more go down”

An even greater beauty Never seen and told A…

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