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Becky Gold Apr 2011
Boys and girls
You haven’t escaped
The confines of
Our small home town

20 years old and still wearing
The band t-shirts you bought
In high school
Ripped jeans, fading fast

Aporias
Unable to progress past
This world you were brought into

Static
In our small town
Lack of worldly knowledge,
Independent thought

Stuck
So much to explore
Experience
Run and leave
Our small home town

So much more
That you could do
If you only left
You would know
How vast this world
Freedom, allowance
Understanding

Escape and learn
More than just
The life
The people
The simplicity of
Our small home town
Becky Gold Apr 2011
Drenched
Rainy day
Dark and dreary
Walking and
Wondering about

Magnetism to be created

Come to me now
Find me here
Pull me towards and
Kiss me in the rain
Becky Gold Apr 2011
Warm sheets
Cocoon
Encompass

Soft sheets
Between my toes
Tossing
Turning

To settle
Deep breaths
Low sighs
Slowing Heart
Beat

Stretching to
A rising sun
Body creaks
Resettles
Deep breaths
Low sighs
I awake
Becky Gold Apr 2011
Decisions need not be made
Consequences need not be considered
Moments were of the essence
Our freedom was all we had

Limitless laughs
Sound adoration
Leaves numb smiles
Permanently pressed
Swollen until the morning
Oozing with serendipitous perspective

When right was just a feeling
And there was no wrong
Never a regret or reconsideration
Second thoughts were
Wasted time

To define an act
To think too much
To let go
To embrace result, and not consider
Effect

Freedom
Blissful ignorance
Laughing and loving
Without restriction
Without worry

Sound sleeps
Story filled mornings

All is right
Free, and fantastical
Momentous
Warm, and comfortable
In all forms, in every
Moment
Let freedom lie
Becky Gold Mar 2011
Sun
There’s something about the way the sun shines through the window
The way that it illuminates, but at the same time casts shadows
What is to be seen and what is to be hidden
The choice is not yours
Completely out of your control
At times
Blindness can be a blessing and
Ignorance can be bliss
Thankful for the shadows
Just as the gleaming sun shining through the window

The sidewalks so inviting
Invincible
Running
Body engulfed in the warmth of the sun
That same sun that makes the choice
To display and to conceal
That same sun that without effort
Lifts spirits of those unaware
Taken for granted
This surface comfort

Nothing can stop the sun from shining
Point it in another direction
Reveal what has been hidden
All along
Enough sense and bravery
To face the darkness
The unwanted secrets of sun
So that they may surface
They may be terrifying
Nothing that you could have ever imagined
Omniscient
Sublime
Truth
The start of my love for writing poetry.

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