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Aawatef Sep 12
A boho hemmed into a perfect circle
Misunderstood and invisible
Where everyone goes right, he prefers left
The is told he is bereft

They force him to fit in
But how can he?
He is like oil in water, a hippie in suit quarters
His free spirit just won's blend in

They hammered and bent him to belong
But turns out he has been a misfit all along
For his spirit demands to be vivid and vibrant
In a rather monochrome circle, it is a tyrant

His heavy heart needs to let it all out
His thoughts, his dreams and all his doubts
His is a white noise, he seems very far out
Everyone is deaf to this boho's screams and shouts
We are all different pieces. Forcing that piece to fit somewhere it doesn't just won't work. Be yourself
Ashley Kaye Aug 15
love or lust
“I cannot tell a lie”
As I lie
Laying
being beneath you
forcing my light feminine weight above
the sun to your sky
it’s all the same
i feel false i do not feel

you compliment my waist,
my laugh;
my witty repetitoire
riles you—
a true Napoleon in this pint-sized frame
they call me pretty
I yearn to be more

you are leaving and I am numb
maybe I learn to forget
opal iridescence in my free-spirited eyes
dance once
you are gone

I scream to no one,
“must I be alone
to be my own?”
July 15, 2019
Until an old photo comes across your eyes, you will never cherish the little pieces of time that pass you by.

To experience is beauty, To live is just a waste.

My mind is full of feelings. My heart is full of feelings. There is no logic to me.

I am art. I was designed by an artist. I was first crafted in the womb. My thoughts are put on paper and become art too.

Life is art. We create moments and memories. Our art is often a photograph.

Feelings are art.

The way you decorate your home is art.

Singing the song you love is art.

We are all artists. After all, we were designed by an artist.
I've been thinking a lot about creativity, individuality, and free-spiritedness
aster Mar 11
You made a cage out of
your rules and your ideals.
You picked me up
and you locked me in it.
I’m caged.
I’m slaved.
And I’m lost.

BUT

You can cage my body,
not my thoughts.
You can dictate my actions,
but you can’t manipulate my mind.
You can exert harass my body,
but you can’t compel my soul.


Your cage can’t tame this free spirit.
Your cage is too small for these huge wings.
So, I will break free
and fly into the open.
And I will Fly high
as high my dreams go.
And before you know,
I would already be flying way high for you to reach.

Finally, the cage is broken.
I’m free.
I’m alive.
*And I’m Un-Caged
You can never cage my soul.
be-no-one Mar 2
They try to burry your smile when
They hear your laughter
They try to dim your lights when
They see your eyes
They try to sorrow your spirit when
They see feel your energy
They try to get in your head when
They see you zen
They say things,
They make things up
They turbenlence your peace when
They see you calm
Just like Irma before it hit West Palm
They do things
They cook things up
Don't let them steal your lights
Don't let them take your spark
Don't let them in your head
Don't shut your eyes! .
.
Brandi Dec 2018
"Phew", I say as I am catching my breath
Finding the words
Wanting chaos
Enough to be considered human
Enough comfort to be considered sane

Running
Being free yet confined enough to not lose the compass direction
Where am I?
Have I found direction?
Why am I always running?
Where is the thrill of having memories just to place in storage?

Stop
Breathe
Run
Repeat

So are the ways of the wild
Free
Completely insane


© 2018
Brandi Keaton
katryna Dec 2018
hi,
first time?
no? hmmm
im siam and you are?
cold turkey.
cold turkey, nice name.

is that for real coz im starting to believe it.

sigh, of course not!
as if siam is your real name duh!

haha
do you want to go out and have life outside
or you just want to sit back and relax as if you enjoy all this ****?

what do you want siam?
im free.

sure!



*****?

no thanks,
im done with 1 bottle already.

weak!

kiddin, hi im oyster and you are?
oyster, sound scandal isnt it?

yah,
i know.

im free,

sure.

who am i?
rabbit?
cement?
who am i?

say it louder,
who am i?
pablo,
oslo,

just do it!

done.

same.

wait,

what's your name again?
it doesnt matter anyway,

call me whatever you like.
meet siam from the land of imagination.
siam is a 27 yrs old with no gender (feel free to guess
Alexis karpouzos Sep 2018
Take my hand.
We will walk.
We will only walk.
We will enjoy our walk
without thinking of arriving anywhere.
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