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Leo Letters Jun 2015
Take me to a place of music and laughter
Like you, I keep my head above waters
There’s a place that’s waiting for me
Out where I could just be
No, I don’t know where the road’s heading
But I trust in my silver lining
Make me a free-spirit in the air
I grow wild- to live, I dare
Don’t let it get you
Pity, There’s a wonder
they will never see
This just kind of popped into my head and as a natural response, I just had to write it down.
Lynn Greyling Dec 2014
Sprinkle  drops  of  honey  upon  the  forehead  of  her  beauty,
Lay  upon  her  pale  skin  the  velvet  blue  of  night.
Night,  breathing  the  sweetness  of  her joyful  voice,
Night  setting  alight  with  the  sparkles  in  her  eyes.

Streak  her  hair  softly  with  the  gleam  of  the  moon,
Carry  her  feet  over  shiny  black  pebbles,
Round  and  smooth,  in  numerous  existence,
Guiding  her steps, as she moves across the riverbed.
CC Sep 2014
Forgot the man who said
He used to hide in the TV shelf's cabinet
Out of anxiety and sadness
Hidden from everyone
But haunted by demons
He could not escape

Remember the one who bikes at full-speed
Strong legs, taking himself places
On adventurous journeys
To the neighboring destinations

Remember uncovering the eyes of the girl you love
To show her an expression of your ardor
In full bloom.

I want to love someone like you
Someone articulate
In expressing compatibility
Someone free-spirited and sturdy
I want the you I remember

The you that remains is one I forgot
The sadness that desperately clings to
The joy that nervously trembles on the steeple

I know there is more to be remembered
And less to forget

The story I remember is spray-painted
On a construction site spelling out:


It is music playing in a nearby house
Two love-struck teenagers
Dancing under lamposts
Imagining moonlight

The you that remains
Is you with your puppies
And just loving the runt
"Maybe", I think now,
"He's the runt and the runt is him"
I'd just like to say "Thank you"
Melissa Eleanore Jun 2014
Riding in a hardtop with a few friends.

Heads get groggy as grass burns between the lips
With every pull of the roach, it repossess the swelling at the tip.

My cranium fills with this potion sensation
hip rotation.
The air becomes dense
then everything makes sense;  
I have a roof over my head, but I hardly stand under it.
No wage
No claim that I am legal until the come of age.

Society reeks of imperfection.
Because society learns from received education

Rather than stepping into the natural world.
Where we stumble on honest situations, like meeting new friends.

I walk upon the concrete streets, freely.
The only routes I know are my true friends’ homes.
But my superego tells me that I am alone.
In this world I walk solo.
And my only soul purpose is to free my spirit.
Be free of mind while taking a hit.
☓IG: Asteriart

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