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what if the lines on our finger tips
are really the pathways and channels we explore in life...

i ride my bike through the same trail
day in and day out
i try to switch it up but i think i've found one that i really love...
so i use it repeatedly
like a grooved in habit
i wonder if my body shows it

are my muscles accustomed to the steep hill at the end or the gradual climb in the beginning
do my legs move to the environment? the bend, the turns, the switchbacks
is my body the story around me?

expressions

what if the lines on our finger tips
are really the pathways and channels we explore in life...
12
Swollen lips and tongues of wandering souls,
resonate through a calm darkness.
Copyright Samuel Francis
The shifting sands beneath my feet caress my wandering soul
Inciting in me the urge to roam and stray
Each grain invokes a message that whispers to my feet
Enticing me to visit untried places faraway

The warmest breezes brush my face and motivate me onward
To explore this world and see what I can find
Persuading me to listen as they sing into my senses
That just to stay here in this place, will keep me confined

I look up into the bluest skies and see a soaring eagle
And listen as I hear him bravely calling out to me
To follow in his path and look out through his eyes
Inviting me to fly so high and free

In these shifting sands of life I wander through each day
Taking step by step, come what may
I pray to always be motivated to explore untried spaces
And that my heart will never be lead astray
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/HerVigil
 Dec 2013 Angela Nagisa
Jared Eli
Emotions I'd lock away in a bottle
Heaving my foot harder on the throttle
Driving as reckless as this car can bear
If they could hear me, the people would stare
Because I was taxing the engine with e'ry mile
And it was worse when I'd fake a laugh or a smile
The more that I'd fake, the more I'd enclose
In a small envelope with the edges all rose
I'd pack more and more in, 'til it all would spill out
And rise to my lips in the form of a shout
But I'd bite on my lips 'til they bled ('til they bled)
And I'd keep all the shouts in my head (in my head)
And they'd never leak out, except when they did
How to express them? Well, I was just a kid
So I'd talk to my friends, but they were obsessed with games
And developing smart-assed remarks and foul names
None of them knew me, nor could understand
The shouts in my head or envelope in my hand
A slit for a thought, a fight for denial
The jury was loaded, my thoughts all on trial
No argument heard, it was senseless berating
And on the edge of cruel reason my emotions were skating
How to express what I knew was not reason?
The answer evaded me season by season
'Til it was said once, like a seed needing planting
A thought that grew out of my head, took my breath, left me panting
"You aren't Atlas, try as you might
All the feelings inside will **** you in a fight
You need to let out, like a quick-release lever
Find someone who'll ease your mind like, forever."
It took years to develop, since I first got the advice
Yet I was cast someone by the roll of dice
And little by little, my old ways would alter
My bottling acts would slowly falter
Three years it's been, and I'm surely the better
For unbottling things letter for letter
And sure, I've got stuff I don't say out loud
And things I keep private because I'm not proud
But still, I'm more open, and I'm also content
And it's as a result of the way I've been bent
Never once have a smoked a cigarette,
But I have this longing desire to feel one across my lips.
To breathe in the warm air that will fill the emptiness in my lungs.
To see the puff of smoke kaleidoscope around my face.

Now, I am aware that performing this activity shortens your life.
But, I'm willing to give time in order to feel warmth inside of me that I have not had the ability to feel in quite some time.
 Dec 2013 Angela Nagisa
Christine
Confusion clouds your eyes

                As I push your hand close,

                                Closer to the ember that started the fire

My body says yes  

               As my lips whisper “no”

                                I want you in the worst ways possible

Just a taste

             Of
                         Ecstasy

The fire caught, I can see it in your eyes

As it welcomes you to a place of no redemption

Your fingers run through my curls knotting at the base of my scalp

“I want you, in every way”

                                                No. I should stop you.

I could, but I don’t want to …

You’re my best friend, and this is the closest thing I’ve felt to love

I don’t want to ruin this …

Just on more touch, your shirt falls off  

                                “I love you”     I know

As if that was the signal

                The dance of making love begins

                                My hands find a way of touching every single limb

Your breath is moist as it hits my skin

                                You smell forestry and tasty salty and sweet

God you’re a drug and I’m the Fein

Inject yourself straight into by blood stream

                                Making me need every part of you
"I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch,
To wrap my arms around her and sleep.
Not ****, like in those movies.
Not even have ***.
Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase.
But I lacked the courage
and she had a boyfriend
and I was gawky
and she was gorgeous
and I was hopelessly boring
and she was endlessly fascinating.
So I walked back to my room
and collapsed on the bottom bunk,
Thinking that if people were rain,
I was drizzle and she was hurricane."
-Miles
from Looking for Alaska by John Green
 Dec 2013 Angela Nagisa
Kyle Kind
The mirrors gaze; sends a feeling of uneasiness, as it always does.
I know not why my heart grows cold when I stand before it.
Perhaps it knows I have stayed longer than usual?
That I have stared longer than usual.
My reflection remains motionless as I turn away.
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