Hopelessly 

Gorgeous photo and a poem filled with vivid imagery. Ravens! yes, there are ravens mentioned here!
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Tanis Justice - Writer and Photographer

You stood there in the middle of the street

Your breath frozen rising like a puff of cigarette smoke

Slowly fading into nothing

With the silence and patience of a statue

A form of goddess giving birth to dreams and whimsical fascinations

I can feel my heart beating

Faster than the sounds of fleeing ravens

As you turn slowly I see your yellow hair gleam under the street lights

Your eyes as full as the moon of love and passion

or death and murder

Under the falling snow in the middle of the night it’s hard to tell

Your intentions are clear enough

Grabbing my

Pulling me close

Your kiss as sharp as any blade

Stinging in the cold like a morning razors slow burning bite

As I find myself helpless

Hopelessly in love

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Winter Beach – Haiku – January 20, 2016

Great haiku for a winter’s evenin’
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winter beach winter beach

ducks and dogs
masters of the beach and lake
distant smell of snow

winter’s whispers
gulls, ducks and the northern wind
alone on the beach

© G.s.k. ‘16

Carpe Diem #899 beach

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“Equal are we that choose to be”

A beautiful love poem on equality.
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I have chosen this path with diligence

Leaving not a covering of guilt or strife

Walk with me where spirits enlighten

Filling hearts with joyful sounds

Amidst this chaotic realm of fear

Looking even deeper we will find

We can be as one with one another

Standing arm in arm despite our differences

“Equal are we that choose to be” by Rellick

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Copyright © Rellick’s Writings/2006 all Rights Reserved

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Requiem to Goodbye

Beautiful, haunting poetry.
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Richard M. Ankers


Change:

A state of flux,

The transition from birth to life to death.

Yet, here I am beyond,

Changed, but not.

Ensconced in night,

Wrapped in shade,

I mull over a soul departed,

Whilst my essence remains.

Reborn?

Perhaps.

Midnight has renewed

What midday sort to strip,

Obsidian obliterated gold.

And although I feel nothing,

Wish for nothing,

Would die for nothing, except, except…

There is still you.

Yes, you.

I would slaughter it all

For you;

Ride infinity’s tides

For you;

Kill all,

For you.

I would tear down eternity,

Strip away time,

Repaint the universe crimson

And laugh at the stars.

I would.

I could.

I will.

Yet, I pause.

Incisors hover, halt, retract,

Cannot strike,

Cannot bring you back,

Return and rebuild you,

My Immortal, the one I have found after so long.

I won’t.

I can’t.

I shan’t.

Love remains.

Love forces my hand.

And, as…

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