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Shaun Copple Mar 12
Churning like fresh milk,
my stomach feels the choice.
Two turns in equal state,
the cat inside the box meows.
First, there is Status Quo—
Doing nothing is still one choice.
Second, there is transformation—
Doing more and being another.
Cycles of choice and change,
repeating forever and ever.
A nursery rhyme princess
shrieks my name, dreamlike.
Help is available.
Shaun Copple Mar 7
Strangled by my consciousness
again
Burgeoning like some humanoid
butterfly
Emergency, emergency, escape the
cocoon
Strapped in the long haul
transformation
Painful arms and legs pulling
apart
To be continued.
Heriava Oct 2024
What will a bittersweet reality do?
when love and faith are tainted,
when doubt always cuts through.
A sleepwalk through the day,
and the deluded closes their eyes anew.

What can a bittersweet reality do?
to a mind convicted to its own room.
Seeing the side I've chosen,
becoming what used to make me fume.

And so the storm comes looming in fast,
but not the one from clouds.
The dreams of mine were always big,
but my nightmares are just as vast.

And so the wind welcomes destruction,
and the rain melts my shackles.
A friend is standing before me,
the cause of my reconstruction.
This is one of my first complete poems I made this year. I am aiming to inspire a different perspective to worse life events; to see them as opportunities for change, and as opportunities to learn about oneself. I am also hoping for some criticism or other perspectives. This is all I wanted to share for now, have an interesting day!
Don't let the OVERCAST keep you from BREAKING THROUGH with that said: RELEASE THOSE SUNRAYS!!!
Debra Lea Ryan Sep 2024
So Far
So Near
Hearts Waiting Out The Years

Soul Sense
Reminds too
Long  Winters Will Continue

Countless  Dreams
Disappear
No Sign of Breakthroughs

No Joke
The Pain
Soon Settles To Stay

Tears Roll
Then You Know
Love Has Not Forgotten

Hope Arrives
With A Smile
Sets Hearts On Fire

Tears Roll
Then You Know
Love Has Not Forgotten

Hope Arrives
With A Smile
Sets Your Heart On Fire

Feel The Fire - Feel The Fire

© Debra Lea Ryan
29.09.2024
☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬
In Song @  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRHgVFmYs5c
Jeremy Betts Nov 2023
I'm feeling like I could break before I have my breakthrough
Traversing through the grey of everyday is no way to,
get through
So then
tell me,
what do
I do?
An eerie silence the only thing coming through
But the silence of my darkness doesn't phase me, what scares me is the blue

©2023
Josephine Wild Sep 2023
I feel like writing again.
I feel like riding again.

I'm scared to be loving again,
to have my heart broken again.

But a breakthrough requires
being broken again.

I've gone through the fire, my friend.
Red hot, I'll embed my brand again.

I'll stand on the start line again.
I'll run the race again.

Life is a race that never ends.
Once one is over, it begins again.

It feels good
to feel new again.

Life goes on, my friend.
It feels good to live good again.
First poem after a while.
Sophie Mar 2022
midnight black arabian prince,
his neck, impressed by the wired
fence
holding him back forever
from the woman of his dreams.
        dark horse
they came for him in the evening
soft, dimming sunlight grazed his eyes
an endurance horse, for one hundred miles
they wanted him but
        he was lazy
his inclination was to stand still
to stroll slowly about a green pasture
forevermore
forevermore, his dream,
spent on his own name.

he fell in love with the mare
on the other side
of the wired fence
she teased him, an older woman,
awakened his rebel soul,
inspired to break out
of this arbitrary cage
his courage and his passion
only roused by love by desire
something a human would not understand
could not understand
not in the same way

he felt alone he felt trapped inside himself
so he tore down the fence,
cut his legs on the wires
just to be close to
       her
to brush his nose against her
sharpened spine, inhale the scent of
dust mixed with love mixed with
pheromones,
for only a moment
that could extend into
       forever
encapsulated in his memory
a snapshot: one piece
of chaotic bliss
amidst all that running
the flying floating cloud of dust
still chases him.

though he no longer runs in fear
no longer gallops away,
lazily trots, hooves dragging sand,
happy under his bold, italian rider
she doesn’t come around
often enough.
today he is young but
soon he will be aged by experience,
wherever they send him,
he has no real home,
only belongs to the night sky,
only matches the color of darkness,
i hope he remembers the way i tickled his lips and
fed him handfuls of dead grass.
he could be gone tomorrow because
animals do not choose their homes anymore.
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