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You know, I'm not really blue.
but I can't, just can't.
shake this not really blue.
When; i just.
take that shot,
that shot.
that shot of you.

The perfect Polaroid
image.
A dream of my imperfect
desire of you.
That deep hot
un-blue hue.
That makes me sweat,
sweat over you.
Makes me turn red hot blue.

You know, I'm not really blue.
but I can't, just can't.
shake this not really blue.
When; i just.
take that shot,
that shot.
that shot of you.
Leila Valencia Apr 2019
Im now 20,

and sympathize those in the same age category as me

----

The painful

insanely, mechanical yet dizzying push to be

--something --
titles, names, high status nothingness
Yet, we search

every corner we turn to
say
Is this it?
Security, Purpose, a treasure trove of possibility
find me - you - me - you see?
Did you land here on my lap, perfectly?

Today this is it
But, then Tomorrow blows up
Like an a unpredictable field mine.
In my precious heart, that thought it knew
it was right, right?

And this pressure crushes me
And somedays I feel so lonely

Yet, this insane pressure
To be this mold
And hold this space to be a list
And the uncertainty
Unfamiliarity
It literally crushes me
In it's silence, yet ferocious noise that pounds in my skull

The wild voice,
It drives us insane,
And drains me with this internal pain

That 'I will never be enough'

That....

--money, not enough
-- my schooling, not enough
-- my experience, not enough
-- my materials, not enough
-- my social circle, not enough


And this pain of enoughness is stuffing me with fear
So I try to turn every direction
Scattered, and seared with this
Deep insanity to grab it all

Yet, we sometimes fill ourselves with doubt
that pushes us to a dangerous, unforgiving - edgde

Yet, after being broken down by the day
vulnerablity blossoms
Honestly, I say - where do I go?

Now?

I search, plea, beg..
I grip tightly,
asking - pleading for guidance
Being 20 is exciting, yet hard.
Celina Apr 2019
Sitting at the window of a roadhouse
You in front of me, wearing a silly blouse
Green and red in contrast to my purple dress
Eyes staring at us but we could care less

Raindrops racing down the glass
Someone in the back playing the bass
A lightning struck, a thunder seconds away
You ask for the bill but I want to stay

Drinking the last sip of my sweet coffee
You reaching for my hand, smelling like toffee
Warm and soft in contrast to my icy hands
I’m staying seated but you got other plans

Umbrellas forgotten in the trunk
Friends outside singing while drunk
A fresh brise, raindrops soaking my clothes
You smile and pull me close

Walking to the car through the noisy night
You humming a beat, the sky gets bright
Crooked and quiet in contrast to the mighty storm
I’m rushing to the doors but you keep me warm

Water running down my skin
Me, leaning against your chest until we spin
Stiff and not in time in contrast to the fluid drops
We are dancing in the rain until it stops
A poem I wrote after I had this vision in my head. It's not perfect but I like the vibe.
M Apr 2019
Her.
reeking of cheap perfume and daddy issues
polyester black cloth elegant, purposeful in its placing
“everything is free if you run fast enough”

something was going to **** her anyway
why not let it be something of her own design?

taking a drag of her pernicious cigarette
forcing careful and cultivated opinions
if only to silence the sadist inside

she had already walked in loneliness
full of satin bows and amusement
so it might as have happened now
because everyone always loves you better when you’re dead
mediocrely morbid (thats not a word) and kind of lame. still, fun to write and hopefully fun to read.
Leslie Offerd Mar 2019
My poems rhyme
They certainly do
From beginning to end
You will hear them connect
I don’t know what gives me the knack
For the ending to seemingly stop.
Perfectly in unison they fit
Like a tiger in the jungle
If I had a chance
I would rhyme all day
And laugh
Jordan Stanley Mar 2019
And when you fall
you will feel it

a taste
of the place that you
call yourself

I’m waiting for you to
come home

I'd join you but i’d feel
so alone
King Mar 2019
I’m the reason my things get done
With a willpower more powerful than a gun
I slave for myself for most of the day
Yet sometimes others get in my way

These others, I bless them, for how could I go on
Through the trifling days without a smile
Or a hug, perhaps a gift of hospitality, or a song
A sweet gift to last me the while

I sit at home, fiddling for myself before I get weary
I think of the others who enhance my story
Who give me rides, or boost my joy,
The simplest things that mean so much more

More than a fortune, or fame, or remembrance
Yet they lead me to strive for my dreams
I keep the others as close as can be
For they treat me so kind, with endless acceptance

The spirits they give carry me to endless
Messes of my dreams and goals in the end
I bless them with all I can give
For they deserve to succeed

I work for myself, my wealth, and my health
Yet when the others treat me so kind
It is only in my best mind
To work my best for them as well
Angel'Lea Mar 2019
My Summer time dream

Let's do Summer time things

Take me out for ice cream

Watch it drip down my seams

Let's have Summer time fun

Bathe in Summer time sun

Let's have Summer time drinks

Staying up while the Summer sun sinks

Let's watch the Summer sun set

Let's make Summer fun bets

You lose you buy a Summer rose

If I  lose I lose my Summer time clothes

Let's see Summer time scenes

Make love under Summer time beams

Let's make Summer time plans

Let's have a Summer romance

Let's make Summer time goals

Taking Summer trips on the road

Let's tell Summer time secrets

Sitting around the Summer night fire pits

Let's share a Summer time kiss

Let's live in Summer time bliss

Let's plan for future Summer times

Drinking iced tea under Summer sunshine

Let's make our Summer time scheme

Hotter than Summer time steam

Let's make the Summer time dream

Last longer than the Summer time seems

Let me wear you like Summer time bling

But only for the Summer time King

Soon we'll fall back on Summer time dreams

Till' then enjoy our Summer time fling
We all meet up
Down by that old
Black muddy river
To see all the angels

They come to bless
Us through the night
And gift us tea and wine
And open up the sky

So the heavens can sparkle
And enter each and every
Persons eyes
And open minds

The cosmos bring us
A night of love, friends
And memories
All during that night by the

Old
Black
Muddy
River
This For all the dead heads out there that know that lifestyle partying by the old black muddy river. Song is the same name too
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