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Hannes Walendy On a friday Afternoon...

Rob Swynar

Mirror by Dark Moon

The words, his craft of silence

Burrow, of despair's unlaundry,

Of an empty room without

Any charge at all.

The words, against the words.

But that he sees not.

The words against the self.

He sees not.

Blinded by narcissism, by that mirror.

photography and idea KAMILLA HANAPOVA model VETA PERESEDOVA muah MARGARITA ART

Human beings

Touching is desiring an influential appreciation of another's soul.

Being touched is trusting one another's permanent stamp on one's heart.

To master both is to know love.

Eve Stumpges 

Pavel Kiselev

~ YOUR POETRY MATTERS ~

Only you can translate

where you are

on your voyage through

this varied farce

called “life”.

No one else can dictate

to you…

or should even dare…

how to phrase

your feelings,

your thoughts,

your personal moments.

Who is anyone to

cause another to feel

inept or inferior

for wording their

experiences as they will?

We are all both

audience and poet,

consumed by the

powerful spell of words

and meaning

we are bonded

in ink.

It takes gumption

and courage

to give voice to

your vision of

the world.

It often requires

resilience and nerve

to open your heart

and peel back the

layers of skin,

and let others take

a long look at the

inner workings of YOU.

Be brave,

take courage,

let your soul speak

in its very own

language.

People will read

your words and

listen to the sweet

whispers

and thunderous shouts

that flow from pens

and keys

to release the

inner demons and angels

and the lyrical

vines that bloom and live

in our individual

landscapes,

fluidly coursing from

our own rabbit holes

with fortitude and grace

and our neverlands,

where we need never

grow up,

to share with those

that need to see

and hear and feel

and wonder.

-by Mercurychyld

Copyrights

Portraits of People: Shed My Skin |Marie/Josephine Cardin

Nature and her Mirror

Can you hear me?  

Are you open?  

What is behind is me.  

The same is true for you.

One can’t see one’s self  

through the other  

The discovery is made together!

The show is destined for a duo. 

*.*  

That one is her mirror 

Through the very one  

One matchless nature see

Who is she?

_______Shofi Ahmed _______ph.Josephine Cardin

Adolfo Valente

Michael Gerasimov

Beauty Remains

I've witnessed a beauty
I can't describe
That speaks to my soul
As it swims through my eyes
The silent sounds
Sneak into my mind
The taste lingers on
Leaving sweetness behind
The scent creeps up
To slowly remind
Of the touch that once felt
Makes all else fade
Til only your beauty
Pure beauty remains

There's nothing else
Your beauty remains

MicMag

La Ilama

Fire from my heart

I can slow down time every time I write. 
My heart beats in between each and every line. 
What was once a spark has became a flame in my mind, 
now I write with the fire from my heart, 
leaving all passion on the page. 
It's been this way since I felt my first flame, 
and it will never ever change.

I cant seem to get rid of LOVE 
The LOVE lives here

______ Ph.Melania Brescia

BethanyJanaee

I can't give everything 
if my everything belongs to someone else. 
The blood in my veins is pumped by a heart that's in chains. 
I'm bound by your love, 
in a world that's devoid of every color except for you. 
And  I wish that 
I could redo the first day that we met. 
I would've stayed in until the sun set to stay away from you 
and your relentlessly restricting love.

#relentless #bound #chains #devoid 
BethanyJanaee