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Dennie Pineda Mar 2015
You are my intuition.

You create a feeling I cannot fathom;

Makes perfect sense without connection;

Makes me believe and not care about reality;

Creates expectations that aren't a possibility.

With you, I understand without knowing,

Troubles me when you're down in the dumps,

Lifts my spirit up with a hint of your distinct laughter

And disappoints me like something is there to linger.
Laura Klawiter Mar 2015
If you stop expecting things
                            Life
                                suddenly
                       ­               becomes a whole lot
                                                                 *easier
axr Mar 2015
if we lived in a castle
would you make me your queen?

if we were rain we would fall on deserts
the poor's thirst to quench

if we were acid
we would be corrosive,harsh and reactive

if i was the moon and you were the sun
i'd borrow your light and make us one.
It doesn't make sense, I know, it's  supposed to be like that
Mel Aug 2014
I yearn for meaningful conversation.
I crave touch.
**** emotions and expectations.
I hold back in fear of being consumed.
Why do I even try?
Destroy or be destroyed.
I can't hide anymore.
You infiltrated me,
I fail at removing you from my bones,
the scars are too intertwined.
I'm abandoned and I shatter,
I fall to pieces.
Utterly alone.
Lisa Neu Feb 2015
You wanted me to make it bigger, brighter, more beautiful.

You thought noise would draw attention, keep energies focused.  Sometimes it does.

I was doing something different. Building strength in the quiet of routine, in small choices that create habits that become virtue.

I was creating spaces for people to be who they were, in authenticity, and then to know they were loved. Connecting the acceptance of the community with the love of their Creator.

I was creating opportunities for people to share themselves, those things they loved, and the pain. In the sharing: God's provision manifold. Apprenticing people in the mundane and exciting walk of faith.

I was empowering people to lead, because in the leading was also the learning, creating a people who knew how to sustain themselves in faith. And in sustaining themselves they passed on their faith.

I was building confidence in the people, God's people, because confidence combined with authentic human living is unbelievably attractive. We want to know people who live in fullness. Then we want what they want. And that wanting leads people to faith.

I was building depth, stability, sustainability, strength, apprenticeship and faith. And the fruits of my labors show a community more alive in faith because of my work.
Don't Exist Feb 2015
Chapped Lips
The cracked skin on my lips
Represents the crack on my heart
About to break in tiny pieces

The more I smile
The more my lips stretch
The more my heart breaks

But dare I let my lips falls part?
Dare I put lip balm on?
To ease the pain
To cease the blood…?

The Lips overflowed with blood
Like a fountain
And with a splash from the wings of a bird
Gallons flown over my chin
Formed  droplets
And stain my shirt

But the smile stays
But not the heart
The heart is shallow
There’s no more blood to keep it pumping
Just a fragile glass
See through it is
   But its crack near the top left is hard to see…
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Shawn Callahan Feb 2015
An average girl
never enough
simultaneously all too much.

Hidden away in her nightmares.
Reaching for the halo in her dreams.
always falling short
drowning in expectations

Water fills her lungs,
controlling every reluctant breath.
Accompanied by panic
and held by the throat with fear
She never countered.

Pain comes and goes;
Joyous moments
Tearful situation.
Never rising above
ready to sink below: Floating.

Expressionless,
Just passing through the waves.
Pain morphs into numbness.
letting go becomes easier.
Detachment is emotionless.
Just an average girl: **Gone.
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Brittany Wynn Nov 2014
I hang up after speaking to a high school friend,
the idea of change and the past few years against the present’s
current creates an overcast in my head, like the nights
I sit outside, searching for the moon.
I’ve found liberty lingers in the harsh smell
of lent cigarettes. It collects in a shot glass, shines
in the eyes of my best friend as 2 AM ticks out
the blame she harbors and my ongoing inadequacies

stemming from the need to please teachers
and parents, my peers, earning me the gentle title
of Class Peach, which held expectations like
amiability and persisting kindness too high
for me to knock off the shelf of reputation.
Academics pushed me, but books and poetry allowed
me to look through the keyhole, a world
where humanity rips off restraints to help
each other become free, encouraging the trip
along white and yellow lines leading to different places.
They expect me to be as smart as Einstein

To have the body of an Olympic athlete

Show kindness to everyone even if they have hurt me

Deal with my own problems

To shut the hell up when I curse

They say THEIR world doesn't revolve around me

But they don't understand that right now MY world revolves around them
Tins Nox Feb 2015
they always tell you
"reach for the moon -
if you miss,
you'll land among stars."

what they fail to mention is that
the moon needs light from
the sun
          to shine.
and the light from the stars
takes billions of years
to reach us;
but first
                  they must implode.
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