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Latina1813 Jun 2018
I saw a fresh face
And got carried away
Swept like a stream off my feet
And into waters deep
And I didn't mean to
I just saw a smile
And wondered what it would be like
To cause such a thing
To make u laugh, see that smile
To be your one and only
Make your day brighter
I can't resist that smile
Or that face that spring rain brought new
A spring love
If only that were true
I should have kept my distance
Winds blew me to you
And you blew down my wall
Huff puff one two
Three
And all I see is you and me
I never should have lust for that face
And body to hold me
And hands to place
Where they should not place
Where I should not think
Yet about you is all I dream
I want you. I want your everything
I want you to be everything to me
You want nothing.
How insane of me to think
If only I'd never loved your face
I could forget you're not mine
A wish to never come true
I should have never let myself into you.
I drink the juices of the forbidden fruits
Just to get the high
It sends me to the stratosphere
And through the other side
I see visions of a cotton field
It’s essence soft and white
The skies, a reverent blue
Where dreams have taken flight
Far away, I hear a sound
A melancholy tone
I listen for the drummers beat
Unabashed or known
The outliers, the simpletons, the women filled with moans
The relatives’ adoring eyes
“My, look how much you’ve grown”
But it never ever ends well
A token for your tears
No, it never ever ends well
In time we’ll disappear
All that we have built
Discoveries we’ve found
There’s no more evolution
Over leaps and bounds
So, I’d ask you for your patience
Before you try and pounce
It’s softer where we’re headed
Yet it’s often mispronounced
Open up your vocal chords
Let loose of all that you hold dear
Secrets you’ve never spoken of
For years, and years, and years
Let’s dance in the streets of fire
Let’s go make a scene
Ask me what’s my one desire
After all, it’s just a dream
Inspired by The Doors
DP Younginger May 2018
There is a decision to be made,
There is a future,
There is a past,
There is a "so-so" chance at happiness,
Behind door number one is your future,
Door two contains some pain, but with a hint of pleasure.

What would you miss most?
A place to laugh like no one is watching?
Or a place to shred the moment and skate passed your problems?
This is the riddle that hides the key to the door of your choosing,
Think hard,
Thoughts can be a teacher in the dark.

Door one is Blue,
Door two is Black,
Choose between your favorite colors,
You've got a tough decision to make, my darling,
Secure your dusty pencil shavings,
Switch to ink if you must,
Do you enjoy being humid when the frost blows?
Cold palms when the heat rises?
The past is freezing in the shaded fog,
The future is boiling with steam-filled bubbles.

Door two is in your future if your mind stutters at the thought of "I love you",
I'll tell you something simplistic,
Door two is indestructible to everyone, except yourself,
Door one is to be shaved into crumbs of sawdust, once your decision turns,
There is no going back and those shredded pieces of entry can never be referbrished,
Read the fine print,
If door one becomes door two,
You lose the door that dissipates into nothing,
You can keep the fire burning with consistent attention,
When it defuses, it is like scraping a burnt match,
Never to be utilized again,
You can't manage a roaring fire in the pouring rain.

So here you stand,
Two doors,
A 50-50 chance,
Pick,
Choose,
Don't do damage to your dome,
Follow your hearty wishes and dreams,
That is what your future holds,
Live it,
Love it,
Idolize it,
Forever.
Door one lives on,
Door two fades to black,
No thought,
No hesitation,
You win,
He loses,
I prevail.
Written in winter of 2008. Slightly edited in 2018.
Valerie Perez May 2018
Seeking meaningful friendships
Was all I was looking for
Meeting new people
Not expecting anything more

I am in a good place
feeling content on my own
putting myself first
I feel so much I’ve grown

Yet unexpectedly
you caught my eye
I tried looking the other way
that was a mission to try

So many thoughts
as my mind wanders on
people come and go
before you know it they’re gone

you ventured the world
trying to find your place
building homes in others hearts
going at your own pace

you’re in a great place you say
you feel right at home
but are these feelings temporary I ask myself from you being alone?

“It could be a phase” Are my thoughts
given the patterns that I see
perhaps another venture
testing the waters with me

I have no void to fill
needing no one by my side
and im a pretty open book
not very much to hide

If you still decide
That you want to come my way
Be honest and kind is all I ask
Whether or not you stay

Unbearable pain
Something I’ve experienced before
Time and earning trust
Are the keys to these doors
Jolan Lade May 2018
City lights
Or
Clear night skies
Closing doors
Or
Wild paths
Choose wisely
hannah May 2018
People have led me to believe that I am not good enough
They don’t think of the consequences of what they say anymore
I cry behind closed doors wondering what I did wrong to be the way I am
Let's put it the way it is I am not pretty, skinny, or smart enough for anybody
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
if not to
make you pause
to catch your breath
or sigh

if not to
bring deep pleasure
a vivid scene
of sea or sky

if not to
open doors
where
your heart has never gone

if not to
to bring the colors
that brighten every dawn

if not to
flirt with music
on the dancing floor

if not all
this and more
then
what's a "meta-phor"?
Playing with words again.
where he closes a door he opens a window
or so i am told
for every door closes, slams shut behind me
and turns into a wall

every wall solid, brick, concrete
impenetrable and grey
no cracks, nowhere to slip through and escape
i run my hands along the walls, feeling for a flaw
i find nothing but scraped palms

i hear voices on the other side
i hear people talking, praying

every voice muffled, muted, hushed
indistinguishable and grey
no words, nothing to slip through and help me understand
i scream and scratch against the walls hoping to be heard
i find nothing but raw psalms

i feel around for anything
a hammer, a chisel, a light switch
something to save me

but all i find are things i've thrown
plates, pillows, a shattered phone

the walls are closing in around me
they think i don't know that they're moving in each night
but i taste the closeness of the air each morning
and i know i don't have much time left

i don't have much time left
Lily Apr 2018
I change so often,
I hardly know what I truly am.  
One minute I’m a grand mansion on a hill,
Overlooking everyone and everything with
An air of pompous superiority, taking
Everything for granted and appreciating nothing.
The next minute I’m a humble cottage in the woods,
Allowing animals and wanderers to frolic in my midst,
Even welcoming them into my home.
I can also take a form of a modern lakehouse,
Feeling rushed and unused and fake,
Trying to stay with the times,
But never being fully enjoyed.  
From time to time, I’m a
Makeshift shelter that the homeless traveler
Builds in a hurry, that feels unwanted,
Unloved, and temporary, liable to fall at any second.  
Even though I change forms frequently,
No one questions it.  
No one bothers to try and get to know
The true me.  Maybe the real me is a
Cozy family home, comforting and familiar,
Or maybe it’s the slightly cramped apartment space,
Frantically trying to piece itself together.  
No one will ever know.  
Yet all they would have to do is
Just knock.
Karisa Brown Mar 2018
Profrality: the act of being profound in reality.
Karmellight ♦I just like the way it looks ♦
Parallel always there
Monster
CRAWLING in now
Jack o lantern
Laughing clown
Whoops too triggered
Back up
To dafodilles
No they're bad too
Go to pink pink horizons
Sleep
Now sleep
I'm the garden
You always weep
Now dream
Of peace
Breathe in fragrance
Of a different bread
One two three
Repeat.
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