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They always asked,
"how do you stay so
calm through all this mess?"
and i close my eyes and shake
my head because there's storms
raging in my veins,
but i keep my calm
and bleed it out in poetry.
if you wish to know
where my heart is
run to the mountains.
climb them,
until you reach
the top.
go where the clouds
brush against the
mountain’s peak.
where the terrestrial
reaches up to the eternal,
trying to meet.
there is where you’ll find
my very heart and soul,
for there is where
they are
much closer
to home.
because this world is not my home.
© Copywrite Rosa Lía Elías
  Aug 2017 Another Poet
Lydia
I'm left wondering if anyone is
really worth taking up your space
and your time,
if anyone is worthy of trying to take you in, wrap you up, make you theirs
pluck you like a pretty flower and take away your air  

why should they be aloud to come in and mess you all up
and make you believe in something that isn't
and take all those little pieces of you that were once what made you,
YOU
the good stuff, the real stuff, the things that made you beautiful inside,
before they stole them, or **** on them or made you feel like they weren't worthy of being

that's what happens when people think they fall in love,
all they are really doing is stealing precious roots from a person's soul,
changing them up to make them the person in their mind that they want you to be, not who you truly are

I'm left looking at a reflection of a person that I have no idea who that is, just a shell with my face on it,
an empty stomach and an even emptier heart
because someone told me they loved me and stole all of my light to take for themselves
too greedy to let a beautiful thing bloom
Another Poet Aug 2017
Can anyone tell me
At the end of the day
What matters the most?

We live each day having a purpose
To become better individuals
For us and the society right?
But what happens when you come home at night
And you lie down on the bed
Thinking about your day
Experiences, people, stress, boredom

I tell you what matters
That you survived
Another Poet Jul 2017
Take a sip and think
Take a sip and stare
The crowd, the beach, the trees

Alcohol makes everything better, doesn't it?
Taste the sweetness of your drink
Matches perfectly with the sunset

Intense but savorous the flavor is
You sitting on a swing
And waiting for the moon to rise
Hi everyone! I'm on vacations and I just described my relaxed and productive afternoon! Drinking cocktails and writing poems! Have a wonderful summer you all beautiful people
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