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Anne Sep 5
Her face touches,
the cold glass
window pane

she realizes it's too
late already

looking outside,

at the moving objects
slowly each lined one after
the other

trying to remember
each piece of herself.

She tries to blink,
her tears


                          down helplessly,
            searching for  h e r s e l f

at the girl whom,
she sees

staring back.
Trying to touch
slowly disappearing
with the moving
objects one

as they slowly
everything which
she has
Her head,
leaning against the

breathing softly
murmuring words
to herself

she know's its too
late already

looking outside
searching for
that girl,
who she herself was
Rose Aug 29
A passing moment
So powerful
You simply want them to come back.
While feet slip by
And hearts wander farther away
to those amazing strangers you meet that will only always be strangers
Rose Aug 28
I see your soul.
A barren strain isn’t hard to examine.
I know the flatline and dead mindlessness
that comes as a sand storm sweeps.
I know those aches and groans.

I’ve sat by the colorless windows
of a gloomy city, seeing nothing but strangers
with indifferent eyes.
I’ve walked these streets feeling the laughter
vibrate but never entering this gray soul.

I’ve bought all the whisky to drown out
the fluorescent lights of love blooming
in the new year.
Grabbed book after book
in hopes to fill the gaps and dents in me.
There might be a cure
but don’t find it in someone else.

For those tropical storms can carry
them away and leave you to wallow
alone like a tape on replay.

So run.
Go far and leave this town.
Run from your life.
And pray.

Then maybe you can love and blossom
in the lights for the choices taken
by a wandering soul.

Fit to nothing but feel everything.
For life is too short to sit- read- drink-
and feel the burn of salt on your cheeks.

Sincerely yours,

weird to look back on your writings and remember it all over again
pk tunuri Aug 28
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You are a true inspiration
For the future generation
This ain't no exaggeration

Hey! Chota Mota Foundation
Art is nothing but a creation
Very few pursue it as an aspiration
It hardly gets any appreciation

Hey! Chota Mota Foundation
Hats off to your dedication
Thanks for giving us motivation
By finding art as an occupation

Hey! Chota Mota Foundation
Your organisation is a celebration
No matter what the situation
Never loose your determination

Hey! Chota Mota Foundation
Hope you be the best in the nation
Rose Aug 16
I’m chasing the sunset,
passing through colored blankets,
Gazing as mountains pass
me by
and water
gleams down bellow
My heart cries
as I think
of my golden fields
and violet blossoms
Light is reflected in
my eyes as I watch
time float
The sun burns the
hue of my blood
So many seasons have
come and gone in my
everything has changed
and I drift on
awaiting your arms
the smell of pine
the feel of the river
on my skin
the color of the fading
the curve and
twists of the hills
I call home

My breath fogs as I watch
come home
to all those who venture out into the world to seek something new, and find themselves in losing themselves. you ran and found a new rhythm of life. now take it and bring it home.
Julia Locy Aug 1
I can't remember the last time that I was actually happy. Not the fleeting happiness of a funny joke or a cute animal, but deeply and utterly satisfied with my life.

Was it the warm nights in Spain that I spent dancing through the streets. Smile never far from my lips and the smell of booze and freedom drifting through the air? Was it the rush of running through my new found apartment with the hopes and promises of being better academically and socially? Was it the night of Halloween when we first cuddled up by the campfire tipsy and falling in love? You telling me I deserved better than second place and promises of forever sweet treatment.

My head now swarms with fear and uncertainty. What is happiness. Where do I find it? Who am I and why do I feel like I am empty and out of control? These loud thoughts swirling in my head taking over control. Pressure building to extreme levels where that little voice tells me that the world is better off without me screams into my sad and scared void. Emptiness. When did you become so close to me.

As I lay in bed next to the man I thought I was going to spend my whole life with I don't even know where I stand. The fear of screaming and agitation at my actions or malfunctioning technology. The fear of an argument following closely behind any statement or conversation. Second place. Fun activities alone. Possible physical altercation. Where do I stand? I have lost control. I have lost myself... but I still have no idea where I stand.
I'm in plain sight
hiding underneath a crooked sky
I saw two lions fight
standing on the end of a staircase, thought I could fly

I heard of this world before
the one of endless ideas
A space I used to adore
now filled endlessly with fears

Let me go to the furthest place in my mind
where gravitation still has it's place
I need to grativate, I need to find
that corner of my eye, that lost part of my face

Send me forward to my hollow moon
in his cold embrace I turn a blind eye, I turn
I'll light my fire, it will be the sun soon
and I'll finally
my mouth has been
filled with borrowed words
my lips stained with emotions
no Soul has ever heard
inspired by a life lived
beyond all of my touch
so i leave my heart in
the hands of the
Cosmic Clutch
i trust
where tears
from laughter
fight fear of crying
lingering with love
that never was dying
i am finding myself
between loss + lying

but still i’m here trying

b e c a u s e
this is what makes us human
in contrast to all that’s above
for this is everything that is
and all that ever was
slr Jun 5
Come with me to the boardwalk and wander down to the turbulent blue sea.
Come with me to the fire and let the shadows of the flames dance across your face.

Take me back to the sandy white shore with the cool waves lapping at my feet.
Take me back to the yellow sun high in the sky, warming my face.

Follow me down the rough path and feel the cool stones on your feet.
Follow me up the steep hill and stare at the moon’s inviting face.

Get in the car and leave the lonely world in the rear view mirror.
Get to the top of the mountain and watch your fear hide its face.

Bring your best and your worst and we will explore it all together.
Bring me to the first place you felt truly alive and we will basque in its face.

Let us get lost in the inky night sky, and never find home.
Let us get lost in the abyss of each others eyes, forever staying face to face.
This poem type is called Ghazal. In it you will have between 5 and 15 stanzas with 2 lines each. The second sentence should always end with the same word. In mine it is face. The stanzas should be able to stand alone but also work together. I really enjoyed this piece as it is different from what I normally write.
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