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E Copeland Sep 2015
I drifted off to sleep last night
and awoke so far away
in a place where things are right
and lost things go to stay.

I found my book from second grade
that I swore was left on the bus.
And I found the diamond earrings
Granddad gave to me with trust.

I saw the second button from
a jumper made of plaid.
And the glass eye
I believe Blue Bear once had.

I walked around for hours,
but then the deepest sorrow sank through
For the in the far left corner
there
sat
you.
Ruby May Sep 2015
We are all cracked up
Like how trees shatter
When struck by lightning
Like how brds fly away
When they see someone they never knew

We are all cracked up
And when you try to understand why,
You just couldn't
Because as human as we are
We are all cracked up
Michael Ryan Aug 2015
The only way I can see
is by touching the world around me;
the faint scent and crunch to images
that linger around my fingers.

They are my hounds
who sniff and howl--
at the other animals around them
each crackle and groove
sends each dog into a frenzy.

Diving right into the riverbeds,
underwater is supposed to be where all is unknown
but right before the tips of my eyes are only questions:
is this the right land of water
where I can open the blinds to let sunlight flood in.

Reminds me of Rome
where pillars do not only stand in front of buildings,
they float into the sides of my body
ricocheting and piercing me at the same time--
the only reminder that this is a sidewalk
is the large crack that starts at my front door
and ends some where near an Oak tree.

Someone's daughter has gone missing
yet these hands yonder the forest to find her
seeking the essence of philanthropy;
but how can they expect me,
to find someone,
when I can't even see myself
as I'm mislead through the shadows of these trees.
Another random thought poem: I came to write a poem about something else but I can't remember what it is.  Instead this came out about being 'blind' and how it would be to be a blind person in a world that only knows how to function with sight.
Ameliorate Jun 2015
There doesn't seem to be a place for me among the busy roads of everyday life.
I wander aimlessly amongst myself for I don't know what I am searching for or if I will find it.
Nestled away in the concrete jungle, among the shelter of a bedroom.
Light peaking through the drawn blinds.
I wonder when I will come home to you.
PaperclipPoems Jun 2015
My love is like a feather in the wind.. Seeming so harmless and soft. If just for a second you could grab it and hold onto it to feel how smooth... But you will always let go. You will always drop me from your hands. Why? Because who needs a feather after all...
A feather once belonged to something alive.. It once was part of hundreds of other like pieces and was a whole. One by one they fell off and this feather flew away on her own. Waiting for someone to pick her up and notice her again. Although she is not whole, she is still beautiful in her own way. As an individual. As one piece alone. But what could you use her for? What is her purpose....
When you let go she will then again drift away and find another place. She will seem peaceful, but lost. Unaccompanied by companions and will drift so far that would make you wonder where she came from. Out of her element and now misplaced.. Not lost.
Rhianecdote Jun 2015
I guess I should grab a tissue
as you start to take issue
with everything I say or do.
It's nothing new
To push away that's what you do,
we're through anyway so it's cool.
I wish you knew my value, it's true
but I expect no less from you

**Do what you gotta do
Afra Al Zaabi Mar 2015
I feel like a stranger,
Or an outsider as they say

I am surrounded by so many people, yet feel alone.

I feel lost in this big crowd,
Or perhaps a seed surrounded by flowers
A seed indeed

Why do they disdain me?
Do they hear me?
Do I even exist to them?
Do I even belong here?

Sighs

My mind is telling me I should leave,
But my heart refuses

Should I leave?
Or should I follow my heart instead?

**Confused
Makenzie Marie Mar 2015
He* loves me
but she loves him...
and I think i love someone else.
So how the heck am I supposed to know what's meant to be?
lX0st Sep 2014
I'm certain
That your rib cage is hollow,
And your heart
Is misplaced on your tongue.
I know that the light
That shines in your eyes
Isn't the same
As the one in the sky,
And I can't decide
Which is brighter.
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