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BoringBoy Sep 15
"We've got this"

"Yeah, we're all going to get through this"

"I'm not even scared, just don't forget to remember me on your way out"

They all glanced forward...and in an instance, they all felt the same painful explosion of emotions.

"I won't forget you guys"

"Shh, you're going to make me cry. Don't talk like that"

"Shut up, you heard me, just remember me when you get back"


Before them, lied the door into their next journey. Had they known what was in stored, maybe they would've reacted differently...

"Remember...when we used to come here, and couldn't wait to do this..."

"Yeah. And we used to say that Taylor wasn't coming"

"Those were good times"

...


"Is this...really it"

"I don't want to go anymore"

"Let's just stay here"


...

"We can't"

"Even if we wanted to."

...

"If I don't see you guys after this...i just want you to know...how much i love all of you."

"Yeah, me too. Especially you, Johnny. I'm going to miss hearing your weird laughs"

"***, and Tamera"
"Tamera"
"Tamera"

"Her voice is everything"
"I know right, please keep singing"

"Guys, now i'm going to cry"


Staring forward, into the endless abyss behind the door...hesitation began to build like tension.

"I wish we could stay forever"

"Yeah, never look back..."

"But now we're here"



...

"Yeah...we're here now"

"And we can't go back"

And like that, one by one, the pool of memories gradually declined in size as they gradually disappeared into the abyss.

"No more goodbyes"

"No more tears and fears"


"And in an instance"

"All of that disappears"



FIN
Inspired by the tune of this sound: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pp1R03gMBMw
Keiya Tasire Sep 12
every day
They do happen
All around us
Do you want to see miracles?
Open our eyes  
To the rainbow colors of  Light
Creating playful rhymes
Pros and songs
With joyful gratitude
Set your heart free to Love
As the sun shines
as songs of birds filling the air.
As pebbles of sand
Without number.
Miracles are. 
(now read the lines from the bottom up).
The journey from pain to increased joy and peace has been filled with the little and large miracles of life,   It seemed when the need arose it was met in ways, I did not imagine (synchronicities, gut feelings, hunches, dreams, visions, guardian angels, message through an unaware friend, etc). May of the answers were small. Some took  time. Yet over the course of my life all that I have asked for has come into my life. I am grateful for the assistance we receive from ancestors, and others on the other side of the veil.
Poetoftheway Aug 26
<>for Sally<>

the heavens that guard your garden voyages,
the moonlight that illuminates the foliage,
your global family, and your recipes, are all in on it

rotating guardianship of souls that need overseeing,
for we don’t need, we desire,
that the world be fulsome

your
presence
is
our present
to ourselves,
fulsome and rich,
making our gardens more verdant

then again,
perhaps you are correct,
we do not need all our eyes upon you
but selfishness sometimes, is a fine thing...
every message you send is a poem-to-be-written
Kitbag of Words Jan 2018
an incredible incite (the ruthless volatility of words)

~for L.B.~

the only place of solitaire solitude in the city accompanies me
like a faithful country dog that doesn’t know better to be afraid,
of moving cars, sleepless night terrors and unscripted “dreams”

where image and words say come “follow me” with ruthlessness and no cloying come hither looks and
see and take and recall with perfect midnight blue sky clarity for

the incredible incite of credible insight

surfacing unexpectedly in a intemperate pool of slushy snow,
that will be an ice storm of painful confrontations with naked
inner truths standing outside in sunny sub zero playground

there is great risk.  volatility gone wild. when the speed
governor is removed and you live at 100 mph on local streets,
when the merest slight of an accidental incidental touch
transforms into an incite incident and hell is the threat
that you will not die today and your own words will ruthless
pull from the nerve places where sensible and sensual cannot
coexist and this write this script is a poetical insight inside, an
incredible incite and what your spilling is spaghetti sauce blood
when you left your brain on broil, instead of the faking daily of
slow simmering ineffectual intellectual words that just don’t
cut the crap. your addiction complete, you cannot live without
the incredible incite, the ruthless volatility of words,
otherwise why rough write what you see
in the blind
beyond the blind


1/6/18 5:03am
Twelfth Night, Act 1, Scene 5
“I took great pains to study and ’tis poetical
Seanathon Aug 12
No matter how hard we fight...
Natures rain falls regardless...
Even if we hide.
https://imgur.com/gallery/Y87Qv0T
Has begun
Are you
Watching?
...
The end
Battle
Nears
...
I smell it
All around
And am
....
Baffled
....
To see
People
Walking
In the old
Ways
As if
....
Nothing is happening
...
As if
All of this
Was just
Made up
In our
Heads
...
But its
Real
Strange
And
Strangely
Real
But its
...
Completely ignorable
Apparently
As I
Drift
Into
Deeper
Waters I wonder
....
How much is in my head?
....
How
Much
Is in
All
Of
Our
Heads
....
What's left for us to do
....
When hypnosis
Has already
Lulled them
Into deep
Sleep can we
Awaken anyone
....
If they still
Don't know
They're
Dreaming
Why
Would it
Change now?
....
Help
....
Stockholm
Syndrome
....
Muse
I Belong
2 U 2
USA
Johnny walker Jul 24
Empty Chair thats always beside me no matter were I am we're once my sweetheart
would sit beside
me
The chairs that will always remain empty for no one else could ever fill them my true love my only
love
For Helen's  has passed on hopefully to a better life
than the one I face here now all alone
So chairs beside me will always remain empty for the rest of my days for thats the way It was ment to
be
Sometimes
On a sticky morning
Where the sun
Won't stop shining
And my head
Won't stop wondering
The next best thing
Is a tale as old
As time
This is nice and all but it's really just my way of saying that I'm listening to Post-******* again.
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