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Sixteen's glow
now the river's flow
I love to swim

tepid and soft
she holds me aloft
I float on moonbeam.

Love to hold close
snuggle my nose
between her *******

they aren't as high
but I mustn't lie
found no better rests.

No way I would hide
if not by my side
life feels a dull stuff

the unwritten rule
is she makes me full
so I'm never half.

By a simple glance
in a million one chance
we happened to meet

love I wouldn't call
not to make small
this undying habit.
 Sep 2019
phil roberts
So many human beings
Falling through the cracks of society
Parts of every generation
Simply lost
And as the cracks grow wider
More and more fall through
Falling into despair
They exist
Lost from the rest

And within their lives
They have little of anything
As others seem to have it all
Naturally they grow restless
Believing nothing will change
And the younger angrier ones
Become faithless and lawless
Becoming darkly feral
So many human beings
Lost

                          By Phil Roberts
 Sep 2019
winter sakuras
my heart aches.
i wish i could be happy and beautiful, too.
08/28/19
12:46am

just a note. it's so hard to be grateful for what you have when you're always comparing yourself to people who seem better off-- whose lives seem prettier and brighter, when your life happens to feel like it's just been on repeat for the past couple of years, coupled with feelings of insecurities and uncertainty about the future.

over the years, i've found myself longing for more and more aesthetically pleasing things, which is exactly the opposite of the culture I originate from, in which every aspect is anything but pleasing and light-felt. in a sense, maybe it's a part of me rebelling in the quietest way possible-- by knowing that I can appreciate and yearn for something that my parents and relatives wouldn't ever understand or get.

well, here's to the end of another day and the beginning of the next.
 Sep 2019
South-by-Southwest
I walk upon the flames of my regrets
Rip up the roots of consciousness
from the darkened depths

Someday when and where the river
kisses the sea
When all the stars choose to fall
And there is no longer a gift from the sun
Then I will let leaf
 Sep 2019
Karen Lang
For us to learn
We must let go of our need to be right
For us to let go of our busyness
We must learn to become still
For us to learn our truth
We must surrender our control
For us to heal
We must admit we are sick
For us to live fully
We must accept that we will die
I wrote this during the grief of our 9 year old son's death. It's from my book COURAGE.  Grief has taught me so much about life.  Grief revealed a truth that I did not see until I faced death.
 Sep 2019
Poetic T
One is never weakest
     when they think they  

have fallen.

But one must show that
every footstep  is a motion
                 to rise.


Proving  that no matter
the steps we fall down.


There are always fresh ones
                untrodden,

that will let us climb higher


            than before.
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