Crystal June
Crystal June
2 days ago

You and me set out to sea to chase the setting sun --
But it set too soon, so we caught the moon
(Still a great prize to be won).
Though, it changed the rhythm of the tides,
And all the waves they churned.
It came that you and me soon learned
We never could return.

Do the risks outweigh the reward?
#sun   #moon   #ocean   #sea   #waves   #learn   #sail   #risk   #consequences   #reward  

love something in between
love the chase
love the adventure,
but this time
the wings failed to seduce the wind
love the rush
love the warmth
love the ecstasy--
euphoria by something borrowed
love the game
and play it hard
fight or fold
yet what's at stake
is more than I'm willing to risk

#love   #lust   #game   #stake   #risk   #borrowed  

How many dreams are just dreams because you are scared of following it and fail?
How many dreams are just dreams because you choose to play safe?
Or because you don't wanna risk what you already have?
How many of your dreams have you realized?

#fear   #dreams   #risk  
JR Rhine
JR Rhine
Dec 29, 2016

I made myself porcelain
in your arms,
aware that
from this height
I would break
into a million
pieces.

#love   #broken   #fall   #precious   #safe   #pure   #dare   #risk  
Bethany G Blicq
Dec 3, 2016

The pain of love is welcome;

it is sweet

without being bitter;

overwhelming,

and worth every second

of heartache.

Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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#love   #sweet   #bitter   #heartache   #risk   #worthwhile   #gamble  
Bethany G Blicq
Dec 3, 2016

Sometimes

you cannot save someone
from them self…

Regardless,
you should try,

and keep trying
at every chance,

just in case
you can.

I will never give up.

Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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#love   #suicide   #depression   #hero   #try   #risk   #retry   #gamble   #rescue  
Bethany G Blicq
Dec 3, 2016

Some say to Love,

“Please do not come close
unless you plan to stay.”

I say to Love,

“Come closer
and I will keep you here in my heart

even after he has gone away.”

Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Mara W Kayh
Mara W Kayh
Nov 29, 2016

A hollow grows its roots in my heart.

Helpless,
I watch as this cavern empties its once warm elixir,
now cool as coal
on a bed of dying embers.

Trepidation surges,
upending my
quiet comfort
while voices whisper in an up swell

"this safety on the razor's edge
was  an illusion
and must be returned
to the debt ridden sea!"

slowly the mist settles,
revealing the great divide.

I hold my breath
and  go under

Posted this poem without much editing last night. Rewrote it throughout the day, here and there when I had the chance. It kept on asking to be rewritten. Here is what I think is the final version. I originally had written "lost at sea" under notes. I think it still applies.
#life   #unknown   #change   #choices   #risk  

How ironic it is that you need to cross on something broken just to get to the other side.
Funny, right? When i first saw this road sign I thought to myself, there might be something wrong in the sentence construction. But as I ponder on it deeper, i realized something significant in a person's life: YOU REALLY NEED TO CROSS ON THE BROKEN LINE TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE.

There is a cautious voice inside that may cause you to stop in the middle of your tracks. You will experience bumps and may be chased by cadillac pains, and yet...

there is something about your exhausted breathing, strained hands, bruised feet, that sends a tingling sensation into your chest; your pumping heart is still fighting for where you want to be. You take a little step forward. Again. Because you strongly believe that beyond these broken lines, just beneath the horizon of clouds, is the place where you belong.

You cross the broken lines that make you feel incomplete to fill in the gaps.
Slowly now.. making your self whole.
For the nth time.

Mara W Kayh
Mara W Kayh
Nov 27, 2016

A hollow grows in my heart.

helpless, I watch
this cavern empty its once warm
elixir,
cool like coal
on a bed of dying embers.

Trepidation surges,
upending my
quiet comfort
while voices whisper

"this safety on the razor's edge
is an illusion
and must be returned
to the debt ridden sea"

slowly the mist settles,
revealing the great divide.

I hold my breath
and  go under

Lost at sea
 
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