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Is it left or is it right?
Should I go there or should I hide?
Is it true or is it false?
was it love or just an impulse?

In the day or in the night
into darkness or into light
I will go with no return
I have had my lesson learned

In the deep sea or up there high
where fearless falcons fly
You will find me there free
smiling to my destiny
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
 Feb 2014 Stephanie
Andrew Durst
We are a moment of awkward eye contact
         and sweaty palms;
All the tension of the world
      weighing on feeble shoulders.

I'm not sure if we're going anywhere,
Or if we're already where we need to be.

Walking past you in the hallway,
Always makes me
              Think.
We're stuck in a terrible traffic jam
Of a river of red lights.
At the car dashboard there is a faint green glow:
It's 11 pm.
I already feel tired for tomorrow
Even if it hasn't started yet
For I know I have to wake up at 5 am.

As my mind fills with fatigue and frustration
I hope in my heart
That my dad would never stop driving.
I wish that he would
     drive
            d r i v e
                  d  r  i  v  e
                        and  d   r   i   v   e
To wherever the road takes us and just
Let the dim orange street lamps lead us
To a brighter tomorrow.

I beg to break free from the city borders for
I can't seem to take the stress out of me
So just take me out of the stress.
Let this auto's mechanical hum
Drown my thoughts.
Let every revolution of the wheel
Oust the monsters reigning,
Preying on my mind.

The greens of the rain forests and rice fields,
The blues of the mountains and the ocean
Would zoom in smudged colors
In the artwork that is my window.
Roll it open and the wind
Would gently kiss my face and stroke my hair.
I will sigh,
Releasing the remnants of
My exhaustion and combusted fossils exhausted,
And filling my lungs with the air smelling
Of pine trees and the ocean breeze.

So I hope that we would never stop driving,
And let the road take us anywhere
I don't really care
As long as its
Anywhere but here.
Manila traffic is the worst and with the Skyway 3 construction coming up, I don't know anymore. God spare us please.
 Feb 2014 Stephanie
Guss
Jerk
 Feb 2014 Stephanie
Guss
I would stand by you if you had a better attitude.
I would love you if you were less shallow.
I would fight for you if you had a fight of your own.
I would listen to your problems
if I already didn’t hear them all.
What I wont do, is change for you.
I wouldn’t let you go without letting you know why.
And normally I wouldn’t ask you to change but I think you ****.
Just_being_mean
The sun shines through my bedroom window, catching all the dust
According to my weather app -
the real feel is hotter than the temperature -
beautiful
Wake up coffee work smoke repeat
what’s the problem?
I find the time to laugh
and to write poetry
and I’m not dead yet
and it will be spring soon

I almost ran over a rolling hub cap the other day
the other driver didn’t even notice
and yeah I got high last night
and spent all of my money on pizza
so sue me,
I pay my bills on time
working for dollars getting paid in change
but I’m not dead yet
and the children are getting out of school soon

Yeah yeah - the good buzz did turn into a whole handle
I blacked out and fell in the snow
tried to sleep in the doorway of the musical equipment store
and my friends did have to drag me home
we laugh about it now
sitting in my dark living room
looking at a dead TV
dripping wet
I’m not dead yet
and it’s all going to be fine
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