Hedgehog Nov 4

Do you know how living feels like?
A loop,
A never ending hike.

Standing on the road;
Bus,sometimes I'm taking.

But never going home.
Never reaching home.
Never knowing home.

''Home is where your heart is.'' ,
They say;
So easy to say.

Do they know where it is?
I don't have any idea,
But I wis.

Still couldn't find anything.
But I feel,
I feel something.

I look at your iris.
It gives me some annoyance,
But also some vis.

Then I decide something.
To carry on.
Carry on living.

But I have nothing,
To rely on.
So I keep wishing

To go home.
To reach home.
To know home.

Feeling disconnected from everything nowadays. So I write this.
GypsyDarling Oct 27

Fuck it !
Fuck the problems .
Fuck the chaos .
Fuck society. I am ME .
I am edgy .
I am raw .
I am sweet .
Just what you need .
But , fuck it !
Fuck the money ,
Fuck the bills ,
I need peace !
I smoke weed , yes im lady
But damn it , it's my relief!
& I'm tired of conforming to these bullshit ass rules !
& To be honest I haven't used any of the tools from high school .
So fuck it .
I only have one life to live .
On a search to find myself ,
I have no fucks to give .

Svode Oct 27

Forgetting all my sorrows,
dismissing all my hate.
Permitting all my desires,
to discover my fate.

With a steady hand,
and an easied mind,
I let my pen lead me
to the future I'll find.

A man of honor, compassion and faith
Is there one in this place?

A man with a great of gold
A love for God, and the woman
Whose hand he holds

Why is this so hard to find?
A man who is gentle and kind,
Is there one out there?

Please do tell,
I feel I am waisting my time,
Like tossing pennies in a wishing well

Shane Leigh Oct 18

I light a candle to show you the way,
But I've forgotten the way...
Behind dark clouds and aching trees
The path is hidden from me.
I creep behind bushes made of flourescent leaves
Stalking, so closely, the Meadows
As they dance and laugh so happily in their glee;
Prancing with their nimble bodies,
Weaving themselves in and out of the darkness of the forest.
Oh, sweet nymph of the path I have taken,
Show me the light that I have forgotten;
Lead me to the feeling of remeberance again.

© Shane Leigh
I often times find myself lost but manage to find forgotten things in the process.  Enjoy (:
Sid Oct 17

Just maybe the stars used this navy blanket as their catharsis;
did you think that your uncaring hands on my face
my arms
my torso
was the same?
Because the stars had a
and the night sky was more soundproof than these walls-
though you didn't seem too concerned;
lashing words out like slaps
or was it the other way around?
(connecting the dots
with unscarred patches of skin left is easier said than done;
you made me hate the colour violet anyways.)
Fast forward to a few light years
where the same swings I'd enjoyed during my childhood
repurposed itself
as the rope I'd temporarily worn like a necklace;
(they weren't supposed to be that tight anyways
and silly me hadn't kicked the chair away far enough.)
Dazed eyes and mind all muddled up taking in my new surroundings-
unmarred white with my hands secured to the small bed;
hadn't I been so disoriented
I might've noticed that familiar shadow hurriedly slip from my room
just as the monitor
The night I died
the stars shone on;
I'd like to believe their way of release
was easier than mine.
// there has to be more than this //

James smith Oct 17

With all of the Pain,
With all of the wars,
With all of the struggles,
With all that makes my world crashing down,
Today I find strength in the burning bush God.

Oh but a haze.....

A fog, a blow
Oh but a weariness.......

Oh but a fallacy. A curse.
Unless embraced, unless held with care.

The haze can confuse,
Lose you....
The haze, is hanging angel, a shining curse.
If torment will come -- you can allow it to.
If the haze is taken slowly, it can caress you.

There is nothing but freedom and madness.
There is nothing but darkness and pure light.

At the harbor, the docks shake and anchor.
But out at sea there is nothing to guide you.....

And the haze can be the meaning you put.
The winds will blow the direction you gear.
And the haze can be nothing but a story you tell it.

Dreams of misty forests
Keep me walking in my sleep
Searching for the answers
I find only with my feet

Songs of old religions
Sultry scent of old perfumes
Strange fires burn within me
I dance to their ancient tune

Memories and voices
Echoing through my mind
The truth is far stranger
Than any fantasy I may find

Dreams of dancing figures
Haunting every step I take
These songs will keep on singing
Until I am awake

Greetings my Beauties! Thought this would be proper for the time of year, so enjoy and Happy Samhain! :)
ella Oct 7

The moon slips ink
down your throat and you keep choking
on the lies you tell
to keep yourself safe.
I have an adventure for you
and it starts at the top of your personality
and ends at your lifeline:
seek your heartbeat, find your faith.

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