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Mikoarenas Nov 2015
I have a long road of lefts and right, curves and dead ends, *** holes and hills, life.

I still scream at myself hoping that I will be done growing.
But the cracks in my voice, keep reminding me that I'm no leader. I'm no independent grown-up. No matter how much I want to be.

People tell me to enjoy my youth while I can, But how can I enjoy something that's basically impossible to enjoy.

I'm tired of hearing that it gets better.
I'm tired of waiting for a journey that I've already packed for.
I'm ready to leave. I'm ready to go.
I'm looking for a "start over" or "restart",

life's not a game, you can't start over whenever you want. There's no cheat codes to make it easier.
There's no princess that needs to be saved.
If there was, I'd be it.
It'd be all of us.
Joel Ochoa Oct 2015
I cant blame the guy, when the devil wants to dance you dont say no.
Poor sap.

Hope you can handle the heat.
©Joel Ochoa|Oct.24.2015
aniket nikhade Sep 2015
It’s better to go ahead with the flow rather than look for a change and desire for something new
Agreed, luck favors the brave, but not always
Especially, when the tide is against you.

It’s better to seek help when needed and in doing so, also learn something new
Expertise and experience come along with time
Something of which everyone falls short of over a period of time

It’s better to cope and deal with the changes in the present rather than lamenting upon something that went wrong in the past
A thing from past will always be remembered as a part and parcel of the past
Move ahead from the past to get aligned with the present moment of time.

At a given moment of time when the need of hour is fulfilled
Sooner or later present moment will become a thing of past
Still it will always be remembered and cherised for a long period of time.

Moments and memories from the past
A few glimpses from the past
Not only do they fill the vaccum of life, but also they give a new meaning to life.
"Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going." - Tennessee Williams
Eleanor Rigby May 2015
You smelled of life
And hope and a future ahead.
I smelled of ennui instead.

You took me to your bed
And ****** with my head.


F.Z.**N
Anonymous J Mar 2015
The lights are still blinking
Why haven't they changed?

The world has sprung forward,
But the lights remain the same.

Weeks go by
The sun rises faster

But the lights remain blinking,
yellow, yellow, yellow.
White Lphant Jan 2015
If you love me for the rest of your life , go ahead.
I'm not going anywhere.
Save yourself
of a broken heart .

*The truth is
I 'm the one who loves you
lulu Jan 2015
I can give you a
million reasons
not to fall in
love with me;
but when it
comes down
to it, will you
really listen?

I can confess to
you all of the things
that are wrong
with me;
but in the end
wouldn't you just
argue my points
and try to prove
me wrong?

I can provide you
with so many
warnings and
try to delay you
with so many
yellow lights
and you'd still
push your way in
with little to
no caution.
Jonny Peterson Dec 2014
It started with opening my eyes and looking straight ahead.
eventually I turned said head to the left.
(this happens to be the direction my ***** know lives)
then I look to the right and my sense of direction begins.

I learn about forward and backward and the perception of depth.
I percieve things far away that i long for, gain understanding of inevitable death
With both eyes now open my world starts to scale out of hand,
I learn the earth is round.
I am not the only man roaming these lands there are many others like me
treading slowly, roaming with half eaten buffalo screaming "A gods utter profound."

i see the sun rise in the east.
I see the sun dive daily to its death in the west.
I hear the wind coming from the south and take a deap breath.
I scream, "bring it on *******!" head north and rest.


With one eye open I flick my finger to the death of perception.
goodbye and goodnight my dear sense of direction.
Shruti Atri Aug 2014
the road is long,
and I already feel alone;
this journey is the path:
to what I wish to atone.

I'm not sure of where I'm going,
I don't even know if I'm going the right way;
but I know what I leave behind, at home:
with every step, you seem further away.

I see a light ahead,
I stand here confused;
do I want that light, without you?
the thought itself leaves me amused:

no matter how far I get,
there's one thing I'll always know:
as the day ends, I'll return,
'cause after leaving you, *where will I go?
On trying to let go...
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