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Kewayne Wadley May 2018
I boarded her heart.
Careful to follow the politics of comfort.
Too much weight on either side & We'll surely panic.
Tumbling down.
Spiraling out of control.
I packed light.
Finding everything I need on board.
I enjoyed my window seat.
Being her passenger.
The pleasantries of flying first class.
The view of a different country.
The tedious flutters of anticipation.
Constantly aroused by the exploration of beating hearts.
Continuing to see ourselves in reflection.
Flying destination after destination.
Going here, going there
Non stop.
If ever we should crash.
I'll live knowing this was the best flight I've known.
Light in heart.
Parachute untouched
cleann98 May 2018
..closing time..
the oncoming
impending          
silently awaiting
traffic  
stretching ahead      
too far...
too long...
too wide...
..parting time..    
and a time              
to slip slowly
into
the
eternity
of
a ride.
sigh      
i'm always    
right here
watching you          
from the side...
before i knew it----
rush hour
it was like      
the traffic was          
staring at me              
all this time                  
and i don't know
but it is trying to say something
      and i don't care                              
but i've always known what it is
whatever is beyond      
in front of me    
i really don't want            
to reach it...  
everything is moving          
around and around
well around me          
so blindingly quick
but here i am,          
standing still----                    
..red light..            
i see so many
stuck
going in circles
in circles
in circles
in circles
in repeat                
in repeat                
so tediously    
i saw memories              
in a brightly flashing light        
first came smiles
then came laughter
then there were bottles
i don't even know which ones
    and more and more bottles                  
next came giggles
and whispers
and other voices
sweet nothings            
that somehow
were never really nothing                  
slowly turning bitter      
  quickly becoming swill        
..yellow light..      
i saw memories
in quickly fading beams
   screams                    
yes, i saw screams                        
i couldn't tell if it was me
shouting in your face            
or you wailing for help              
then pain      
i don't know how    
but they were visible pains              
burning pain        
screeching pain
no idea how    
but they were real            
how you ached
then i'd ache
then you'd regret
and i'd be frustrated
et cetera                  
yours?            
mine?        
painful nonetheless...          
..hazard..              
i saw you
just there
so close within reach                
yet so far beyond mine                
just there...
staring expectantly        
and either i will follow you
or leave you alone------
fade in
then fast forward      
..green light..            
and the traffic rolls in    
like the first second
in oncoming eternity
        traffic        
like crawling
footsteps          
tip
then
tap
then
***
then
tat
one by one
by two then and to
like falling rain
and i'm just certain          
where it's all headed    
down the drain
first a drizzle
then a storm
a hail
a welcome?
  it's always been there                  
and never waiting to move...
just waiting for me.          
                  ..step..    
just one
..step..        
then another    
..step..  
and our memories      
and our regrets
and our hurts        
yes, every single one              
all around me-----
..one way street..          
the traffic stretching              
all in front of me                  
so slowly
but all together
so instantly
it sunk in...                      
there was never a destination
just a long long long wait
..tire screeches..
just an abstract----challenge (traffic) by Anne Scintilla  i really have no idea what this is about, make of it what you will
Diána Bósa May 2018
take a train
seek a station
sense the location
nevermind the destination

thus the landscape is just a mindscape;
a vastness of space, a great unknown
we built for each other,
a wall of falling - a distance of stasis.
We were born to a life
We did not choose
yet
We have the right to choose the life we want

Experiences we gain
Received hands down ,
Some sought
Some pleasant
Some not
Letting us learn
What is right what is not

A few wrongs
Cannot make a right turn
Wrong
There would be someone who would want to correct
The turn left .....
Would have been right

Choose wise
Blessed with instincts
Choose what is your right
Rest assured its the destiny and destination
Which awaits
Of all the decisions you took
An ongoing process called life
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2018
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Probably,
Her walk is towards the happiness
My walk is towards the peace

I confessed,
She was my peace
There,
she was always silent,
Lately I realized,
I was not the happiness
She wished for.
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Genre: Observational
Theme: Goal Of Life
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
Please just slow down
Work our way up
I don't want to fall down
If we hit a speedbump

Let us not rush now
It is so worth the wait
I keep having to tell you
We will not be late

There is no time limit
To complete our romance
When given the option to walk or run
I would prefer if we chose to dance

Do not hurry along my dear
You will skip past
The beautiful scenery that is life
It flies by too fast

Enjoy the connection we have
Ignore the pressure from outside
As long as we are both headed to the same destination
It shouldn't matter at which pace we decide to ride
Another oldie, about wanting to take it slow in a relationship.
Nicole S Apr 2018
I think I made a wrong turn somewhere.
I mean, I guess- well, it's embarrassing, but I just kept following my GPS
even when the roads got rough
and my gut felt a little strange
(you know it, right?  That twinge you start to get when you realize you have no idea where you are?)
and before I knew it,
I was in the middle of nowhere.

Maybe the batteries are low,
though you'd think they'd install some kind of warning about that-
I mean, people are depending on these things, you know, to get them places.
They've even got them in phones.

Google Maps, I hear.

Anyway, I really...I really think I'm lost.
Could you give me directions?
Muskaan Mar 2018
Nothing,
No sense of belonging
No place to go
Disappointment running through your veins
A place of no value
A sense of emptiness.
Working hard has no value anymore,
The time of commitment is long gone.
Nothing,
No sense of the future
No expectations
Just you,
Standing there
With nothing to hope for anymore.
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