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Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
Where can I put blame this time?
Who rescued me from this mess?
I am not the hero of my story,
It's time that I confess.

Nobody feels like I do about you,
You came along, gave me a rush,
I try to understand what makes
My heart pound fast when lips brush.

I stand myself in front of a mirror,
Trying to envision forever,
You are always there, it must be a sign,
Our ties weren't destined to sever.

Let me know you won't give up,
That even if you are not always there,
We have irreplaceable chemistry,
Between us we share.

I know this is what I want,
But not sure if what happened was right,
Learning to question everything,
Because sometimes I can't trust my insight.

Proud of the way I've handled
My decisions and mistakes,
I have deserved my obstacles,
The bumps and drawn-out heartaches.

I need to be sure of the future,
But I only see so far,
I'm so scared of falling down,
Every time I reach a star.

What I need is guidance,
And I never have the urge to pray,
Because I'm discovering there is no one listening,
To these desperate inquisitive words I say.
Written when I first started ro lose my faith... i know its very scattered but aside from that what do you think?
Tony Luxton Nov 2017
Some birds can't keep formation,
stretching every sinew,
exhausted with the effort,
many blown off course.

Others defy the common purpose,
seeking their discoveries,
shedding feathers like words,
revising what we understand.
sometimes it pays to break formation
Charity Warren Jan 2017
Sun licked grass tickles my toes
And its my time.
Time to be free in the sky
Time to knit the world into my own pattern
To discover the dips and turns in my skin
To become the wonder I am
I'm neither heaven nor hell
I'll be the beauty in between
Jamie Lee Jul 2015
Drifting through the moments,
always consumed within,
these moving wheels,
as my thoughts wander.

Escaping this dull reality,
I explore the boundaries,
of my imagination,
entering to conquer.

Lost in a single step,
I continue onward,
venturing into the depths,
of this familiar unknown.

Discovering myself;
though a small part,
considered to be,
one more steppingstone.
Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson
Neex Jul 2015
Writing,
Emotions,
Feelings,
Pain.

It's been a while since I've let it all out,
And I don't regret,
Letting it out,
To you.
I never thought we'd come this far.
Rebecca Lynn Feb 2015
Our whole life is spent discovering
Discovering who we were
Discovering who we are
Discovering who we will become

The past is the anchor that holds us
And reminds us who we are
The present is the canvas on which we create
Who we are to become
The future is the wings
On which all of our hopes and dreams will soar

Our perspective on life is constantly in motion
when we gaze into the past
We gain an understanding
An understanding that was not possible when the past was the present

As we live in the present
We base all of our decisions on the knowledge
That we gained from the past
And from on our desires as we gaze into the future

As we look towards the future
It is a blank canvas on which all of our hopes
Our dreams
And our desires
Have the potential to become our present.
Moriah J Chace Oct 2014
If I have a daughter
I will name her Katrina
Remind her she is beautiful
Brought forth from the passion of the sea
She is a mix of warm Atlantic winds
strong enough to devastate a nation in
just a puff of her breath
wild enough to tracer the ocean
stretch out her wings and fly
watchful enough to remember
that spinning is dangerous
but curious enough
to want to go find land

In Winter, she hibernates
waiting for warmer weather
to envelop her soul
and bring life to her feet
In Spring, she stretches out her arms
and yawns, smiling
as the sun’s rays caress her face
In Summer, she giggles and
asks to travel,
whip across the ocean
sprint across the earth

She has no idea that exploring
Surging through the sea
will bring destruction
but when I tell her
she only laughs and says
Mom, you are the eye of my storm
and I will keep you safe

So, in Autumn, I will buy her
a ticket to anywhere
and as she spins out
of my home
I brace myself
for her eye to shrink
and her storm to intensify
because I know what is coming
While she loses herself
in the ecstasy of life
I shield myself as the eye wall,
the freest of her passions,
crashes down on me
with the force of 400 tornadoes

But I smile
because I know it will
be over soon
because winter is coming
and the rains
will cease to fall
and she will settle down
into her new life
and her new home
and one day
I will get a call
“Mom, our daughter’s name is Sandy,”

And I will smile
and watch from afar
as history repeats itself
and once again
I will brace myself for
the most beautiful of hurricanes
Mr X Jul 2014
Me and my inner self
Are two worlds wide apart...
And in this hour of solitude,  
I've become one with myself.
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