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Kimberly Semiday Sep 2016
Brick, by brick, by brick
We build our hearts like small homes
Settle down in mine
Destiny Luna Aug 2016
I am my dog at times.
She constantly scratches and barks at my door
Waiting for someone to let her out
Waiting to be free.
I wish it was just that easy
To be free.
You wait and wait
For someone or something to free you
Crying out for so long
Scratching at the door
But you feel it will never come
Or you do hear someone coming
Or something comes around
But in the end
You're back inside the same room.
You feel yourself return
Because it's the only place you consider a safe haven
and have nowhere else
So you become content with the room
Even though it is tedious
It is better than continuing
to scratch at the door
And you begin to wonder,
"Am I content?
Is my contentedness my freedom?
Am I finally free?"
But, in reality,
You've just become numb.
Zelda Aug 2016
Woke up early this morning
To discover you weren’t lying beside me
Ran to the kitchen hoping to find you
Ready with pancakes, pouring my coffee
But it’s empty.

I’ve spent a lot of time warring with myself
To make a change, leave you behind
Start new because you’re always late
And I’ve noticed your eyes wander
I’m feeling betrayed,
Wondering, “Shouldn’t they be on me?”

I used to be able to read your mind
Now there’s only vacant stares
Fake smiles exchanged across the room
Arrogant laughter tickling my ears
I’m feeling insecure
Wondering, “Is this a phase?”

I see the way you look at them
The warmth in your eyes
Used to be directed at me
Instead, I receive shallow waves of insincerity


I’m looking down from the edge of no-turning-back
I tipped over the hourglass  
I can feel each grain passing through the pinched center
I can see time running out
For you and I

Woke up early this morning
You weren’t lying beside me
Walked to the kitchen knowing I wouldn’t find you
Readied the pancakes, poured my coffee
Feeling content
I’m ready for the conquest
Quinn Fox Jul 2016
i sit in the still air
that asks nothing of me
only useful because
my body deems it so

the air
not needy
like me

or accusatory
or insinuating my purpose
is to have a purpose
like me

my chemical body
so earthly
changes the air
elemental
powerful
like me

the air does not belong to me
and its purpose is not to serve me
the air understands me
and to be free
in tune with me
just be
is all it seeks
like me
we are not necessary
who's to say that means we are pointless?
Be grateful,
For as long you eat and have clothes on,count yourself opportuned.
No matter what you get in life,you'll never count it enough until you become grateful for the little things.
We envy money so much not realising it can't buy happiness nor a spot in eternal life,it can't buy love nor peace.
All that money can buy is vanity.
Money is important,its a need. But putting it as priority and counting yourself nothing when you don't have much of it is not a good thing really.
D Jul 2016
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You had the perfect shield
I never stood a chance
Your sunglass protection
From my halfhearted glance
I wanted to say something
But I couldn't see your face
Instead I wrung my hands
And quickly walked away
She was outside waiting for a ride, I walked past and our silence was our goodbye
Shouldn’t I be in the Alps or Andes not in a baby crib?
So scared to leave the comfort of home, that I never lived.

Why can’t I grow mature and find my true self?
As the rest of society puts money and fame on the top shelf.

Passing time by, to pass the time.
Rationalize life-hindering decisions, even if the work is part-time.

Don’t let reality get in the way of your dreams,
and play into the schemes and themes of the powerful thieves.

Materialism bogging down thoughts of freedom.
Want to fly like an eagle, But the money is all spent.

How are we all so content?
Ceryn Jun 2016
There's a certain rush in my veins
When I see your face as it lights up
With bliss and content
While we come together
Face to face
Against a world real pressed
With tears and lies and torment.

The idea of you, just you
Is enough to becalm
The raging ocean of emotions
That has long run wild
In the sketchy corners of my mind
Our destiny, such uncertainty
But amidst it all, you're my sanity.

You showed me truth, my fears subside
You painted my blues with a shade of life
My loneliness, I can perfectly fight
With you right here, nothing's mystified
This is the reality we are facing now
Branded feelings, shall we allow?

We kept each other standing tall
We were there together in every fall
Yes, we could be the perfect match
That the whole world shall have to adore
Afraid, we may seem, but we both know
Keep hiding the truth, but our eyes plainly show.
When someone gives a brand new gleam to our days but we are afraid to burn freely, we may hide. But the sparks in our eyes would simply tell the truth.

That love's light radiates even in the darkest facades of our souls.
Forgotten Jun 2016
My house is not a home
Because my home has green eyes and two open arms
It catches me everytime I trip over the past
Or even the future

Fear is the only thing that can get to me
But I do not fear anything when I am home

Home with him
In his two open arms
Sally A Bayan Jun 2016
Content........settled here
thankful........I'm no longer there
yet...glad........I'd been there...

^^^
I Am Filled With Gratitude...
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Sally

Copyright June 12, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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