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I am scared.
Of everything.
I am scared that the people that have been there for me in the past will not be there for me when I need them most.
I am scared that maybe I won't graduate.
That I won't go to college.
I'm scared that I might actually go to college but then I won't know what to do.
I'm scared that I am not aiming for the right degree.
I'm scared that I will get the right degree and get my dream job but then I won't like it.
I'm scared that I am too focused on my future that I will look back on my past and realize that I didn't do anything with it.
I'm scared that I am wasting my time trying to become something for the possibly that I might become nothing.
I am scared to move.
I am scared to get out of this town and get lost in a big city with no one to run to.
I am scared to stay here and this be the only place I will ever know.
I am scared of my genetics.
I am scared to have kids and have them suffer because they will have some hereditary disease that I can't watch them live through.
I am scared that I will never become a mother because of my fear of being a failure.
I am scared that these fears mean nothing but I am obsessing over them anyways.
I am scared of having a reason to be scared...
And that scares me.
SaD
it's sadness that
drives me mad
the madness that
makes me sad
it's a sadness tears
can't explain
the sadness which as
a scar will also pain
it's one words can't
put into context
I just gotta live
under the pretext
of hope of the end
yet it's one
which never
ends...
You're a sheet of white paper
So light,polite,soft and humble
And I'm a fountain pen
I slit my blood ink arm vein
With a sharp knife
And colours your life
And writes my love story
In your life's paper sheet
I love you so much
I promise,never you cheat
And My name's title
On your white skin
Reading your eyes
They tell me secrets
My nib always kisses you
& writes a note on your lips
You're my notebook
With pretty look
My red ink flows
make your face skin glow
I save you,not as locked
Coz you're in my heart's pocket

By shaffu
Shaffu 19/6/2016
 Jun 2016 David Swinden
Just Me R
Walk with me by my side
Lets just laugh and love and talk
Life will never come in a straight line
But hand in hand we will walk

Take each day as it comes
As if it were our last
Time just seems to run
And life passes so fast
 Jun 2016 David Swinden
Polar
From nowhere

Like motes in the air

Notes begin to appear

Ethereal to the eye

Soft as the sigh

Of breath upon your face

Gliding over your senses

You feel their touch

Origin unknown.

Whether a force of rage

Or state of grace

For a time

You each occupy the same space.

Words can touch your heart

Or destroy your soul,

Obliterate your being

Or leave you whole,

And though the author

You cannot see

You get to know them intimately.

Though the origin of the author

Is often unknown

When words are shared

Your not alone.
 Jun 2016 David Swinden
Polar
He wasn't out of place

Just out of time

Playing for those long gone

And unseen

Clothes fluttering in a breeze gone by

Lips delivering music

Inaudible to the living

He wasn't out of place

Just out of time.
Today I went to Caernarfon Castle and was surprised to see a bagpipe player outside but when I looked back he had disappeared with no where to go.  Only when I got home did I discover that Welsh bagpipe players have been in existence since the fourth century.
 Jun 2016 David Swinden
Lora Lee
Fine-tuned
in strands of
thinnest papery
fiber, crackling
like onion skin
subtle electric
currents spilling
through
invisible wire
Even if I
were to try
to detach
or attempt to
siphon it back
even if it hurts
so much,
to the point of
pure black
I cannot
stop that
strange strong
frequency
its power is electro
magnet pins of fire
crackling across
in unseen desire
tiny crystalline
shards pelting
me inside
in saturated beats
of heart and hide
and even heavy
static electricity
or storms that mess
with synchronicity  
cannot prevent
the pulses
from getting through
as, millions of miles,
yes millions
I am perfectly attuned
to the very
essence
that is
you
tiny fires across the wires
So many of my loved ones are across time zones...
One develops a sixth sense, a spiritual closeness that can be very powerful
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