Phone Line

In the Mountains by Alexandr Schwarz

Picture Taken By: Alexandr Schwarz

Millions of times, I’ve wished heaven had a phone line.

I guess, then, everything would feel fine.

‘Cause to hear your voice one more time would

Heal every wound overnight.

And even though they told me,

Every once in a while – I wonder if you’re truly free.

Longing for you has put this whole in my heart,

Just know I wish we never had to part.

All the time I wish you were still here,

‘Cause then you wouldn’t be there – I

Keep telling myself I’m alright, but

Soon I know I’ll give up the fight.

Over time, I felt this heaviness.

Now all I feel is emptiness.

Because…

Meant to by Caleb Ekeroth

Picture Taken By: Caleb Ekeroth

What if I told you you could fly?

Because you can.

If I said you were meant to soar -

But just never grew wings?

What if I said you are worth it?

Because you are.

If I said you are so much more -

But just never were told?

If I said you are beautiful.

Because you are.

Told you that you were something magical,

Born to amaze, meant to create:

Because you were.

 

All My Love

Camera by Chancema

Picture Taken By: Chancema

 

All my love

Is for you.

Every single heartbeat

Is meant for you.

I saw you from across the room,

That camera in your hands.

My face was captured with your flash

And now all my love

Is for you.

 

The Dance

Dance by Jessica Polar

Picture Taken By: Jessica Polar

 

Rhythm is all I need.

It gets me out of my head,

And into nothing but sound -

Because it is where inspiration is found.

With the beat I am never alone

Because the music and I are one.

Dancing is not thinking,

It is feeling.

It is translating inner emotion

Into outer presentation.

This dance of life,

Is the song in my heart.

Be There

Boardwalk by Christian Holzinger

Picture Taken By: Christian Holzinger

I wish I could be there.

On that boardwalk, last summer

When you first told me you loved me.

Like fireflies, you lit up my world.

I wish I could be there.

When you told me you’d never leave,

And hold me forever, cherish me forever.

Why couldn’t that have been the truth?

Like summer, you came and left.

I wish I could be there.

Walking along the pier,

Laughing at your jokes

And smiling when you smiled.

Like cologne, you lost your affect on me.

I wish I could be there,

When life was as easy

As the next breath.

But like a dream, I woke up.

 

Alright

in the forest by doug robichaud

Picture Taken By: Doug Robichaud

 

Bombs, grenades, knives, bullets

You never used any of those.

Looks, sneers, words, sarcasm

You have a whole fistful of them.

Degrading me to feel better about yourself,

Why can’t all of this just stop?

Please, no disrespect, but

What have I done to you?

You’re human – I’m human.

We’re brothers, sisters.

When I sit alone,

I think of these things.

How all we need is forgiveness,

And how everything could be alright.

Palm Trees in the Wind

Palms by Thomas Lefebvre

Picture Taken By: Thomas Lefebvre

I remember so much:

Memories, voices, whispers.

Yet, they blow in the wind of

Palm trees as they bend.

Longing burns inside me,

I wish the images of the past

Would disappear

Like palm leaves in winter.

Things long gone

Consume my sight,

They block my image of a future

Like palm trees against a window.

The past saddens

While the future happens

And we miss it,

Like palm trees bending in the wind.

Magically Beautiful

Magic Reflection by Alberto Restifo

Picture Taken By: Alberto Restifo

 

This place is our home.

Vast waters, golden peaks

Time with nature and time alone.

So why does it seem so bleak?

Earth is in our charge,

So why do we just smoke and burn

Like purity is out of range?

When will we learn?

These vast realms

Are magically beautiful,

They are everything in our dreams.

They are the definition of powerful.

So why, why do we destroy?

 

I Will Wait

Empty Benches by Rula Sibai

Picture Taken By: Rula Sibai

They all called me a fool

Because I love you.

They said I was like a sheep without wool:

Too mutated to understand what was true.

But with swollen eyes,

Bruised knees,

Shaking hands,

And unmet ends:

I love you.

I made a vow

And even now,

In the midst of all this

I want to be with you, I want us.

I would wait, by that old park bench,

Until the middle of autumn:

Just to talk with you

And tell you I will wait.

The King

eagle by jamie king

Picture Taken By: Jamie King

Its spirit is high above any other.

A bird of prey, a warrior of air

Fowl below is simply pauper.

This bird is king.

A life on the run,

Nest here, tomorrow up-river:

You could never catch it

This bird is king.

It flies in dignity,

Untouched by man,

Unmeasured by game:

This bird is king.

 

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