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Sombro Feb 2015
I'm not right for mountains
They told me with their pick
Their anger gushed like fountains
They sent me up astrick'

I took the ***** on ice
Snow was my floor and I
Itched like life was rife with lice
I climbed on through the sky

Atop the snow hat of the rock
I was the feather of its brow
And down on them I took my stock
I found the then was not the now.

I saw before me down the face
A great slip where I could ride
And in the distance the clouds in space
Another peak which I could stride

They called up to me from the soil
And told me to climb again
To them my hope was not my toil
I saw the ***** and left my pain

I bring myself up to the *****
And ignore their shouts and pleas
With this pain I ought not cope
I jumped and my mind flew with ease

The mountain may bring things they need
But I just need the air
The toil may be enough for greed
But there is more fun on the ***** out there
In my journey I have not decided
If walking in blinding light is better than wandering in the blackest night.
I give darkness such negitve continuity, no fault of my own, societal programming, when I am feeling lost.
And
Yet I can't even move to feel my way in the brightest of light that stings and attempts to eat at my eye lids through the crevices of my fingers.
So
Which is the better?  
To wander in the dark associated with loneliness, helplessness, cover, or protection
Or
Feeling around in the light  associated with bravery, certainity, vulnerably, or exposure?
Somehow I seem to have slipped onto a ship without anyone at the helm and I,
Neutral
I neither give a here nor there on which to decide
Only
More so which one bares more of a case on better returns.
2015©copyright by J.Barraza
MICHAEL SHADDOX Jan 2015
We are a collection of beings that can benefit from periods of solitude.
When we can block out all the distractions, deliberate interruptions and noises,
We are able to answer the questions that we have been asking ourselves for a long, long time.

For each of us, the question is different.
My question presented itself one night,
A few years back, as I was lying in bed,

                                                              "Which way do I go?"
M Eastman Jan 2015
I don't know what I'm doing anymore
but I know I'm doing it all wrong
aar505n Dec 2014
My map seemed bigger when I was young.
Among many things from my youth.
How often did I hung from your tongue?
Believing words to be gospel truth.
I was, as you say, uncouth in sooth.

My map seems smaller now.
The edges closing in on me now.
Black lines crisscrossing me now.
Don't know what to do now.

My map is gone.
And I'm to afraid to move.
I could step on a percussion cap,
gain a concussion or worse.
The unknown is overgrown with death caps
beneath my feet.

My map is gone and I do bemoan it.
BertJane Perez Dec 2014
We are all unique in many ways that all of us can see
But some people are too peculiar, people like you and me
We aren't like the others, we're peculiar beings of this place
We're born with individual talents that no one can erase...

My friends, we each have something special, but something to hide
The world isn't ready for the abilities we all keep inside
We are being hunted, a fate we peculiars must face
Run quickly to safety into the arms of a ymbryne's embrace

As you read this message, know that a hollow lurks near
But remember your gift, you have nothing to fear
Tread carefully and find us at the loops in any direction
On the other side of our haven you will find Peculiar protection.
Victor Wang Dec 2014
I was searching for a way out of the forest, through the leaves and flowers. Losing myself had no meaning, no time and no direction. And then I stood still and listened. I was still lost, yet the forest knew where I am.
Taylor Cuomo Nov 2014
It's never ending
This journey that I'm on
I have no one
I have no direction
It's just me
Lost and alone
With no hope
And no plans
To reach a destination
Jennifer Jimenez Nov 2014
She had found an answer within that gave her the key to a treasure chest  full of golden questions. And as she became curious to seek for more, her compass turned 180 degree. The view was different... It was uncomfortable, but very warm.
It was a place that she has never known. Her thoughts had a powerful fear connected to them. Along with an enlightenment that gave her life direction. Her awakening was solemnly up to her. A blessing or a curse ...
-J.Jimenez
ST Nov 2014
You're there right in front of me
Beautiful
That is what you are just so beautiful
I see my world
My sunshine
My love on that stage
But when you look at me
You see another girl
Another screaming crying fan
Just another one of those
But you to me is so much more
I see my savior
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