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Jennifer Feb 2018
paths are not for me.
peel me off the surface and
carry me to a newfound land;
i yearn to be lost.

each day i shake off gravel
from the path i once trudged upon.

now, i stroll through open yellow fields
and rest upon beds of daisy chains;
i lick my pollen-stained fingers
as i watch formless clouds swim
through the vast bluish sky.

sometimes, i will come across a path -
yet i am always pulled off track -
so i will never keep to it.

i stray upon my own, guide-less path;
for gravel only poisons me.
Mariah Wynn Dec 2017
Routine is a maze.
Tracing a rigid line,
Landing at it’s precise destination.
Confined to its habitual course,
Without alteration,
The path unchanging; dull.
I become uninterested.
Blasé towards existence,
A lack of verve and vigor
Burns me inside.
The urge to flee gets hungry,
It fuels the desire within me.
I cannot endure a life of mediocrity.
Fervent Poetry May 2017
us
free spirit caressed
we danced
and there was no place other
to feel more blessed
NaNi May 2015
Can we do things my way tonight?
where ever your mind led you is your desire
what moves you?
Let me tell you how my way works
first we start of with a little wine
exchange a few words full of nothing
then we walk towards the living room
where I have rose petals on the floor
candles lit
I play some slow music
gently start moving my hips to the rhythm
you try grabbing me trying to lay me down
I move slowly away dancing
feeling every beat of the song
I get lost in the song & soon enough you sit down & watch
I place my glass of wine down
start dancing as if no one is watching
it is then you realize what is happening
tears begin to flow down my face
the playlist is all slow jams
slow jams that move me
so I continue to dance my worries away
you get up & get behind me
holding me closely moving with me
we begin dancing slowly
it is then you feel what I have been feeling
a sense of freedom to just be
you then began to dance alone
I move away slowly & then begin to watch you
you are so lost in the music
you don't realize i am not dancing with you anymore
you look up to see me smiling
you extend your hand out asking me to dance
we dance all night
enjoying each others presence
not one word is exchanged
we feel the energy waves from each others body
which is all the words we need to keep dancing
& just be
how I longed to be with someone
someone who fell in love with my way.


NaNi
Francie Lynch Sep 2015
When the phone's at home
I'm a dog
Without his bark-collar on;
Off the leash,
Off the property,
Snapping at gulls
On the beach.
I'm digging up old bones,
Lifting a leg,
Barking and chasing
What crosses my path.

Back at home
I loose my dog brain;
I'm tethered and yanked
By a cellular line.
The yelping,
And begging
Have me pining
For the freedom of
My inner canine.
Mia Wallace Jul 2015
I want nothing from the world for it owes me nothing
I want only to exist
In the simplicity of the vast wilderness
I want my heart
And my soul to be like the wilderness
Free
Untamed
Wild and alive

I want to be alive everywhere and absorb all the beauty and wonder of it all
Embrace
Embody
Reflect
And return it back to its keeper
The flowers
The ocean
The soil
All of it.
I want to become my mother
The earth.
I want the stars to teach me all they know
I want the sun to wake me
and tell me when I should rest
I want the forest roots to guide me
The birds to sing me the songs
of the world
I want to feel spring water against my skin
I want to feel the unadulterated dirt of the earth against my feet
I want nature to heal me
Detoxify me from mans creations
the material world
I want the wind to tell me her secrets and bring me all of her wisdom
I want all of the universes' intangibilities.
I want to scream.
I want to be anonymous
I want not to be tainted by the small realm that confines me
I want never to forget the scale of the universe and
Remember that I too am a star
A toxic
Intangible
Ball of stardust
A wonder of creation
Floating in a inexhaustible,
eternal sea
Rough draft
Kim Yu May 2015
Blessed is a soul that lives freely,
Free from the world’s tragedies and pains,
A soul that cherishes life happily
Like a child with no bargains...

Fly like a butterfly
And be as free as you can be,
Find peace within the sky
And move as quiet as the sea...

Try to free your soul and mind
And watch as He puts upon you his love
Leave the material world behind
And forever we’ll be together in the heavens above...
Mark Lecuona Feb 2015
Nothing familiar is the answer
It is always someone you don’t understand
Finding meaning
Outside our own means
As if they have nothing to lose
And they don’t
They do not think of their parents
Or what they were taught
Except for facts
Warding off
Things that are unexplained
Strange
Scary
Secret societies
Dystopian
Cold
Every institution of man
Rejected
As man withdraws from convention
Stirring the drink
With a hint of every influence
Without burden of form
Changing course on a whim
Fully versed in possibility
Stopping along the way
Every corner
To explore
For days and days
Forgetting the mission
Except to learn
A being of discovery
Courageous failures
Skeptical of every word
Unless it is their own questions
Enduring shock
Smiles instead of fears
No sense of consciousness
The natural act of a man unafraid
Except his own existence
Because then he has to acknowledge yours
And though he loves you
He cannot just sit next to you
And watch flowers return to their rightful place
So you can grimly smile that what you always wanted
May only be counted in moments instead of days
That become years
Though each moment is what he wanted all along
Because time is nothing to consider
Except how much remains
Kenz Nov 2014
Welcome all friends who are allowed in.
You came to see a show but little did you know
that the girl you're about to witness
has no **** and only fitness.
Strong thighs, abs that lead to a v,
Long hair to cover where there's not much to see.
(  o  )(  o  )
When she walked, she walked tall.
When she danced, she took off her bra.
She could drop it low,
pick it up slow,
shake her *** better than your average skanky ***.
(  o  )(  o  )
Fantasies of 80s rock music came alive
and it's hardly more than I can take.
I blacked out during my entire performance
on amateur night..
to Whitesnake.
(  o  )(  o  )
As I do recall,
first is the worst,
second is the best.
For that's what I got
with such a little chest.
I left with my pride
and 600 dollars in my boot.
Bucket list off for dancing on a pole
in my birthday suit.
take risk, you risque beyotch.
kRose Nov 2014
And this wandering
soul will not know where home is
until it's found you.
To the person I will one day marry,
this ones for you.
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