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Axelia  Jul 2018
The Light
Axelia Jul 2018
There is a bright light
That which leads to a bike
An enchanting, gravitating and inticing light

I found myself reaching for it
Then there was thunder
Which was followed by rain
Heavy, threatning rain

I retreated
I felt defeated
The surrender and defeat, however could not withstand
My gravitation towards the bike

Then, there was raging thunder
And heavy, presistent protesting rain
As I reached for the bike
The rain became more enraged

But it could not withstand
My desire
My strong desire
To ride away
With the wind blowing in my face

I grabbed the bike
The rain ceased
And I rode and rode away
Away from the dark clouds

I splashed into the puddles as I peadled
I felt the sting of the water on my legs
There were many many puddles

Im my path there was a hill
A very steep hill
And I saw a light at the top
An enchanting, gravitating and inticing light

I peadled, peadled and peadled
My feet began to ache
My knees began to inflame
And sweat found home across my forehead

The bike laid almost still on the hill
Barely moving an inch
Yet my body felt like it had rode across the world

The gears were changed
Yet the distance was not
My control of the bike was lost

I rolled away, away and away
Backwards
I fell at the bottom of the hill with a thud
A loud thud of defeat
And bruises of failure

I blamed the rain
There was nothing I could've done
The rain stood in my way
Eliminated the friction  
My ticket to the light

I laid there

Then I got up
Rode the bike up the hill
I fell again  
And again I got up
And again I fell
And again I got up
And again I fell

Until the bright morning sun
Transformed into a blazing sunset
After many falls
After many bruises
I was again on the steep hill
Peadling, peadling and peadling
Until I saw the light
This is my very first poem so if anyone actually sees this some constructive criticism would be very helpful!
My crave for new is causing chances to be lost
At my own will I demand such things, yet
Deep inside I disagree with my motions,

"Help I am to far at sea"

Thoughts decieve sights in my own troubled life.
Scared is what I THINK I am but brave is all I know.
Only experiences one has had can determine this all to well,

"Help I am to far at sea"

Efforts seem worthless as I become more distant,
From what I know, and what I've seen!
I realize not even my own thoughts seem comforting.
What to do with no clues?

"Help I am to far at sea"

I'm afraid the farther I go into this trance
I will lose what little I have left of me.
Venus fly trap, thats a good discription of said sea,
The fly? well. . . That is me!

"Help!!! For the sea has consumed me"
End
Pressure rising
Pulse subsiding
Outside flying
Inside I'm crying
Problems dying
To much lying
No more denying
I know this is trying
Tired of the spiting
I see you've been hiding
Becoming, abiding
It's time for some guiding
It seems so inticing
To rid the unexciting,
Coinciding,
Whining
Jeopardizing,
Stereotyping,
To only bring on,
A new horizon
Trieste Bergerac Jul 2014
Cutting through to my core,
What will you find?
My heart will be open
But will my mind?

Layer upon layer
Will you find my essence?
I am hiding from you
Are you in awe of my presence?

Strip away my colours
Am I still inticing?
Appearances are deceptive
Do you love me only for my icing?
immensely immersed in
pensive verses
that don't make sense.
pencil thin & shrinking.
thinking about the end
before the **** begins
is just...
ignorant.

hi.
I'm comin to
all yall still alive
from down in the
diamond mines &
I'm having a helluvatime
winding around the spine
& biting through the wires.

I am not of your kind.

I am gypsy science.
I am high minded & iron sided
& I like fire & liars
& violence & thieves        
I find them quite inticing
since there was no one to supervise or guide me but thats fine with me
but it is tiring spiraling between
subterranean lows
& olympian peaks.
Manic today.
NOLWAZI JOUBERT Jul 2016
Like qualified pilots who have lost control of their aircraft.
My strength and confidence is has been drained,
I have non no more.

Like the aircraft falling apart in mid-air.
I feel my self shatter,  
I can feel that am breaking,
I know that i have been splintered
And only love can stir me back into position.

With every piece of debri falling from the sky,
And into the middle of nowhere but the hospitality or open seas.
I am lost, deep in the depths of lonliness.
Sinking fast into the scary world of heartbreaks.

Falling so quick it cannot be stopped the last crush of the rest of the aircraft has been captured by the creatures of the sea and no other witness.
Sudden silence and then whispering waves hidding all the evidence,

I keep faking my smile everyday,
Being welcomed by a pool of tears every night.
The only witness present is my sobbered pillow.

Yet like air controllers,  
Those who care seem to wonder
"What on earth has happened to her sparkle?"
"The most inticing eyes have been powdered with grey"
"Where has she lost her zeal,
Her love for nature is gone,
What happened to all the inspirations that made her write?"
And at the back of my mind i wish somebody would get the answers.

All the answers can only be found by the search rescures,
Maybe somebody out there knows i need help, 
Somebody willing to get all the answers,  i guess...

Somehow i know,
That my heart like a black box lies,  
In the deepest ends of the sea bed.
Unless some one comes and opens it,
I will never really know is wrong with me.
Christine H Jan 2011
Don't breathe
If you breathe
He will hear you
He will find you
And you will die.

You see him
Through the slits in your door
And he sees you
But still you hold your breath.

He calls out your name
His voice soft
Inticing
He says that he gives up
Like this is some sort of cruel game of hide and seek.

Your lungs burn from lack of air
Your body aches
Tears fall silently from your eyes
Don't make a sound.

Without warning the door slams open
You see his dark eyes filled with
Anger
Hate
Love
His mouth curles up into a smile

"Hello Sunshine."
This poem was something I wrote when I thought about my dream I had the previous night, my dreams have become very dark and vivid. And, yet, I still call them dreams for reasons unknown to me...I would like to say that I want no one to use this for anything except with my permission but I doubt anyone would want to-so do whatever you want twist my words until I get pulled and pushed away from what any of these words were supposed to mean.....just talk to me first.
Laura  Jul 2013
one year ago
Laura Jul 2013
One year ago.
The memory envelopes me in a sweet happiness I can’t deny.
So why do my eyes insist on me to cry?
Something about that time, so new and exciting
One year ago
Makes the future seem more inticing
So I drift into sleep
Clutching the memory of
One year ago
Never dreaming to let go.
Vanessa Gatley Feb 2019
Will
U love me more
Today
Vouch
Amore
The ****
Love
En
Now
Touchness
Inticing
Ehh
****
Ahh.yumm
A dew drop splashes a pink blossom
Her petals cry and search for warmth

Dawns dance begins with a buzz and a bumble

Sweet nectar oozes from flowers blooming
inticing thorned insects

Plumes release perfumes of pollination
on bumbling lazy journeys

Scents and spores buzz from bloom to bloom

As Mothers natural scents and beauties
ensure her eternal grace

— The End —