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 Sep 2014 Maria
Jeremy Bean
Its just a hazy day
not bright at all
this Michigan weather
boasting that its fall.

The sun beams are few
the clouds are many
reflecting my mood
in this autumn setting

but these sunglasses I wear
are not for the glare
to protect my eyes,
or for fashionable flair

They are merely there
for masking
         a longing
  
Watery stare.
 Sep 2014 Maria
Tryst
Love vs Love
 Sep 2014 Maria
Tryst
~

Love!               vs              Love?

I love you!                      I love you?
It's true, I do!                 It's true, I do
Wonder why?              Wonder why;
You love me too!          You love me too?
~
First published 22nd September 2014, 10:00 AEST.
I once was weak, dragged to the floor
Left in the dust, couldn't take anymore
I felt useless like a cracked rainbow
Desperation still seemed to grow

Nothing would ever seem to go right
I was in the dark without a light
I still kept taking those punches
One of the people life crunches

Then she came and she picked me up
I was in the shadows no longer
She rescued me when I'd had enough
She helped me to feel a little bit stronger

I was down, lower that I'd ever been
I was invisible, one of the unseen
Felt like I'd been dragged through the hedge
I was so close to being pushed off the edge

I had lost faith, I no longer believed in hope
I became near to the end of my rope
It looked like that nothing ever mattered
My mirror was all broken and shattered

Then she came and she picked me up
I was in the shadows no longer
She rescued me when I'd had enough
She helped me to feel a little bit stronger
copyright Chris Smith 2010
 Sep 2014 Maria
Willow-Anne
I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All flowing in the same direction
And just floating along, is me

I've been wading in this water
Letting it carry me any way
Not caring about which direction
And never having any say

After wading all this time though
My legs started growing tired
So finally it was time to choose
Which direction I desired

But the problem with floating along
Was that I never became aware
I wasn't really a part of the waves
I was just sort of...there

What I wanted didn't matter
The waves still moved as one
Whether I moved with or against them
Didn't matter in the long run

Then I thought I better get out
And give myself some time to think
But I couldn't see the shore anymore
And with that, I started to sink

Now I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All still flowing in the same direction
But drowning in it, is me
"I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel all alone." Robin Williams <3
Wow, I am so honored that this was chosen for daily poem and that I have received so many friendly comments.
Thank you all for your friendly words and messages, and for your love and support. You have no idea how much it means to me. <3
 Sep 2014 Maria
Traveler
HOBO ANTHEM
 Sep 2014 Maria
Traveler
Once I lived deep in a forest
My bleeding heart turned to stone
I disappeared out in the shadows
A hollow tree I called home

I know what it is to be a hobo
Train to train, same house twice
I know how it feels to beg and borrow
To share my roll with scratchy mice

Once I even tried to phone home
But the number slipped my weary mind
And when I finally did remember
It all seem such a waste of time

Do you know what it's like to be a hobo?
Nobody knows you when you're down
Memories haunt you like a cold wind
I was lost but now I'm found

Now I live upon a mountain
High above the raging sea
Timeless, old but not forgotten
This hobo nature inside of me...
Song lyrics.
I need a vocalist to accompany my guitar.
 Sep 2014 Maria
rufus
the problem about them
is that they write about everything.
so if they write about you,
are you really different?
if they romanticize
the way your eyes close when you laugh
and notice the way you walk,
isn't it normal for them to see all these things?
what makes their adoration special
is how they can tell you all the words
that they have written at midnight
face-to-face, upfront, straightforward.
what makes their love for you special
is how they combine it with petals
and notes every morning.
how they are not contented with their own rhymes.
how they want you to feel special,
so they will go all the way up
just to make you feel something.
how they do whatever they promised.
how their hearts go crazy when you say those three words.
how they fall in love with every particle,
every scent,
every vibration,
every touch,
every word
you have ever said.
what makes you special
is the fact that
you are the only one
they see when the sun wakes them up.
what makes you special is that
you are the only one
they think of when the stars bid good night.
what makes you special
is that they take their time
trying to catch your every breath
everyday.
you are the only one.
Sorry We're Closed*
I hope you understand this isn't something I chose.
You knew My Heart's  business hours.
you used to come in and water the flowers.
My heart was always open back then.
It's been closed for some time now.
But I reopened it again,
today.
I wondered why you never came.
Now I'm wondering why I even invited you.
I'm sure you have more enticing invitations don't you?
All you ever did in here was break everything.
But, I wouldn't mind being broken by you.
come play my heart strings like your guitar.
could you play our song? I forgot who we are.
I know, you were hoping I'd believe you when you said you didn't know when My Heart was open.
But I wrote the business hours out on an advertisement.
Made it into a magnet and stuck it to your soul.
with my luck our magnetic field isn't as strong as it used to be.
Or you just simply forgot about me.
So this is the last time I'll call you open heartidly.
My heart's been closed a long time.
And now that I opened I had no customers
Even you didn't want to live here now that you live in hers.
But I can only have so many closing times before I have to shut down.
So I'm down on my knees begging you to come around.
Please...
You don't have to stay.
Just come in and visit me.
I'm sorry it's just my heart wasn't made for this vacancy.

© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn
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