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I want to make my own money.
I want my own job.
I want my own place.
I want my own friends.
I want to be independent.
I want to meet someone special.
I want to get heartbroken.
I want to be lost.
I want to be found.
I want to learn the value of things.
I want to experience on my own.
I want to feel comfortable being sad.
I want to know God.
I want to feel free.
I want to feel happy.
I want to be loved.
I want to feel ready to return Home.
 Nov 2015 Roberta Adele
Stara
Rip me open
Dig inside
Please tell me what you find
Because I've searched and I've scavenged
I've tried to reveal
Nothin to satisfy
No greater appeal
But go ahead
And sift through me
I've been told there's a treasure
Covered in my dirt
Between my sweat and my tears
My ripped up brown shirt
Maybe it's an idea
To keep me alive
To have something to live for
A reason to strive
But please go ahead
I say as I turn
Show me what I missed
I move towards the door
And before I can take
Even one little stride  
You grab my arm
And stand by my side
You hold me with your gaze
You and your twisted smile
With a soft expression
A generous while
You spin me around
With a soft gentle "whoosh"
And you tell me you've found
The most beautiful truth
stroking your soft head
a quick kiss before I go
fresh soup when you're ill
the way your brown eyes soften
when you see my emotion
 Nov 2015 Roberta Adele
Morgan
all this regret & loneliness has been getting to my head. hey would you mind if i spent the night in your bed? when it's over, neither of us will attempt to call, but a moment is still better than no time at all
 Nov 2015 Roberta Adele
Riya
The ghost of survivors guilt can be so unkind.
It haunts me even in my dreams
Every Single Night,
Taunting me for living and breathing right,
Showing me that this cruel, cruel world
Really is plight.
taxi, taxi,
come take me away.

from the blinding lights,
they're hurting my eyes.

and the people,
come take me away.

from the monsters,
pulling at my feet.

creating scars
all
      over
                me.

i'm dying taxi-man,
yes i am.

physically i'm alive,
emotionally i'm dying.

slowly, slowly,
but surely.

taxi,
take me away.

taxi,
take me away.

taxi,
are you even listening?*


-PHALAENOPSIS
Enchant me with your words
Mystify me with your touch
**** me with your love
You can be rough
Have you ever
taken a picture
of a sunset,
just to realize that
you'll never capture
the true
colors,
the intense
emotions,
the full
beauty
of that moment?

Have you ever
taken a picture
of the crescent moon,
only to find that
you'll never catch
the unfolding
mysteries,
the brilliant
light,
the unwavering
loyalty
of that moment?

That's how I feel
when I try to
write poems
about you.
And yet, here I am, still trying.
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