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Alexander Madera Mar 2017
Dream, little bird/ flap your wings/ feel the world/ don't look back/ I'm feeling rough/ dream your world/ 'till you fall/ keep on dreaming/ until you fall/ you're a bird/ born to fly/ keep on flying/ destined to die/ live your purpose/ dream my peace/ keep on dreaming/ beats will cease/ hearts born weak/ no harm dreaming/ a beautiful world/ my dream little bird
It's not like it will hurt.
Calm down.
Nothing will happen to the ones who run away,
We're safe
Because we're already looking the other way.

Keep going if you want to,
But where else would you go
When there's nowhere left to hide?
The truth is one thing,
But it's not ours
We escape down the drains,
Some say we're deranged,
If only they knew
It's what keeps us sane:
We run the hell away.
Tiffany Moton Dec 2016
you lure me into bliss
an astral paradise
in those gunmetal eyes,
the wild world around me
dims along the edges
blurred out like a dream
you're all i care to see
'cause

(anywhere with you
is close to
shangri la)

and in these trying times
it's truly tempting to
float on up to the clouds
exhale and sail above
the suffering that
suffocates our souls
away
to somewhere new
and

(anywhere with you
is close to
shangri la)

some dreamers fall down
rabbit holes
or spot the second star
and fly away; more
fairy tales of ethereal escape
but lately all it takes for me
to find some peace is just to be
somewhere that's close
to you
'cause

(anywhere with you
is close to
shangri la)
Mark Donnelly Dec 2016
The ball flies fast,
from player to player like giant pinball,
each touch is a score,
for each pass is a telepathic reward,
of hours spent honing skill and strategy,
friends playing friends achieving their dreams,
to show the world on game day your skill unbound,
there is escape for those on court and of court alike,
the worries gone replaced by the battle of mind and body,
only the ball matters,
a pass high above the hoop leads to alley oop,
the crowd cheers and your heart is gleeful,
for the art is witnessed by all.
I sometimes think it is hard for those that do not love sport to understand why people watch it. It is pure escapism.
Austin Heath Oct 2016
I’m a woe bearer
Posing as a sunflower,
Reaching for the sun.

They’re looking for me,
But they don’t know that yet, or
How I slept last night.
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