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 Jun 2016 sleeping bag
mtn
high
 Jun 2016 sleeping bag
mtn
sometimes it feels like I'm under the influence when I kiss her.
where am I?
i lose track of time when we talk.
about nothing of course.
the intelligent conversation is good, but we're practical souls.
when it's just her and I, I don't know where I am.
i enter a world of joy, love, and satisfaction.
no need to buy drugs when her lips are my supply.
i'm under the influence.
may our young, careful souls soar high.
and may a cloud catch us if we fall.
sky surfing, our love.
 Jun 2016 sleeping bag
jennee
as human beings and consumers, we often seek for contentment
as seekers, we search for satisfaction to fill in missing parts of us we think we need
as lovers, we seek for attention, longingness and to be far off from the void
we search for what is relevant enough to be the food of our soul, and as we consume we are never satisfied
so we seek for satisfaction, wanting more
and with hands full, a heart pouring out of selflessness, we destroy ourselves
as we fall in love, we fall apart
giving and offering missing puzzle pieces that exist within us
as we gradually become into nothing, we feed off of others, consuming whatever it is they have left
we accept their love, and they, our flaws
aware that we are only body parts that are reconnecting
as we heal, we occupy their vacancies, filling in missing parts that have been hollow for too long
we become their musings, their vertebrae of support
they become our sanctuary and our hope
they become the memories that look into the future
instead of the mistakes that shaped who we are

n.j.
 Jun 2016 sleeping bag
R Arora
We bid farewell to each other,
And tears from our eyes flow.
I make promises,
Which will turn out to be fake, we know.
I wish, just for once,
Time would fly slow.
My true feelings,
I cannot possibly show.
We'll meet again for sure.
What? You think, no?!
Are you going to try?
Oh, please don't!
To stop me?
For God's sake, no;
*Because to come back,
I have to go.
Loosely inspired by Passenger's 'Let her go'.
 Jun 2016 sleeping bag
Kayla Behm
Butterflies dance around
Creating fate ever so
Even with the screaming sound

As if we are spellbound
We are all actors in a show
Butterflies dance around

They have our fate aground
It cannot be changed, oh-no
Even with the screaming sound

No control on the battleground
Best to lay as a willow
Butterflies dance around

Memories with us turn brown
People always come and go
Even with the screaming sound

Life is never fully bound
Have faith in will even though
Butterflies dance around
Even with the screaming sound.
My theme was simply that our past is what creates and determines who we are today. If our past were to change in anyway way, we would be different people than the ones who stand here.
 Jun 2016 sleeping bag
Stephan
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*I find the poetry I read
While running through this site
Takes my breath away from me
And makes me want to write

But when I sit to do the same
With thoughts I have to share
I drop the pen and realize
That I can not compare

For here I find so many words
From in their hearts so deep
Emotions put down on the page
Within my mind do seep

Amazing is a word I use
Describing what I see
Every day there’s something new
Right there in front of me

I’d really like to name a few
But please don’t take this wrong
My list would have a hundred names
And make this thing too long

I know that none of you would stay
And read this to the end
So I’ll just say to everyone
My thanks to you again

And now with that I’ll end this piece
So happy to report
I managed to thank everyone
While keeping this quite short
Still too long???
I am amazed at all of the wonderful poetry I find on this site.
Thank you to everyone.
 Jun 2016 sleeping bag
Nabs
13.30 PM
 Jun 2016 sleeping bag
Nabs
I pine away
for the sun of a distant sky
a star I barely know
yet the drums beats wildly

eyes sees a lush forest
when there is barely any saplings
a land of withering flowers

forget-me-not,
a bitter smile on a tired face
who nursed a little heart back
from a broken heart

yet the little heart still
seized a glimmer of chance, humming
unable to stop hoping and wanting
even when the minds balked and balked
for it knows to pine for the sun is to fall

there is a reason
why human does not have wings

yet the little heart keeps trying to fly,
foolish and desperate in its loneliness
pumping it self until it burst
gone was the mind, but hope scorches

I pine away and
I perished
Digital thoughts verse
Contagious,
to the point of extinction,
Nerve racking,
Part of our own
subliminal illusion.

We have become poisoned
by the Social Media,
dehumanised,
unrealistic
and falsely optimistic.

Departed from our minds
structured like chemical products,
in this elusive society
that we embrace with blindness.

We have become strangers,
strangers in our own bodies
as old philosophies die
and we embrace the loneliness.

Experiments of corporations
muppets of governments,
products of our own minds.

Energies floating,
intestines bloating,

Hearts unfulfilled,
And lives not well lived.

How long do we still have?
I am fighting for the day
I will be happy at 2am,
my soul content at 3am,
and my heart at peace at 4am.

When I achieve this,
then I know I have made it.

No longer afraid of the dark,
insomnia replaced with rest,
my own thoughts stop haunting,
an end to the whispered weeping.

When I find this,
then I will know success.

Loneliness doesn't know my name,
depression loses his chance to invade,
love finds a home inside my ribcage,
my empty heart has been filled.

When I know this,
I have reached the finish.

*~ Matthew Walker ~
10/30/14
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