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Lindsey M Oct 2014
I knew it was love when your arms felt like home.

I was more comfortable being in your arms than in my own house. I could tell it was love when I saw something special in those deep-brown eyes you otherwise consider boring. I could get lost for hours looking at them and seeing into you in a way not many have the chance to do. It was love when your sweatshirts were the only things that could keep me from shivering (besides you). I became aware of this love when I waited up countless nights to make sure you got home safe. It became clear when my emotions started to be easily dictated by you- in a mostly-good way. If I'm in a certain mood and I'm with you or we've talked, it's probably your doing. But, what I think means the most here, what is most obvious as a factor to show that this is love, is something I've only recently realized. This fact, that super important point, is that I put your happiness over my own. That is precisely how I know. It's a constant goal of mine that you're happy and not too stressed or whatever else it may be. Once I recognized that quality of caring in myself, I saw it.

I knew it was love when your happiness became my own.
written 10.5.14, 3:36 AM
Kapil Dutta May 2014
...

The man I want to be, the one hiding behind the tree.
It's time to discover, is it the real or the art lover?

Miles away rings a familiar tune,
like the bottle filled with water from various spoons.

Do you envy or you pity?
Hope I sink in or am I guilty?

Knows the time and the trees,
am I real or the leaves.

Like the apple, I fall down.
Mean less, yet I sing the song.

I see him for now, killing the bug somehow.

No hopes will die in vain, for he will be a blend.

The Man I Want To Be, No more hiding behind the tree.

...

- KD.
Meaning :

In this poem I am trying to figure out who I want to be in the future. The poem is pretty simple, But there are few terms that translate to a peace of my life.  Here are few of them :

The line, "It's time to discover, Is it the real or the art lover" translates to - It's time for me to find out if I want to do something relating science or art.

Then the line "Miles away rings a familiar tune, Like the bottle filled with water from various spoons " translates to - the distant future holds a story that is comforting, a story about a person I have always thought to become. This person is a polymath, Someone who is into more than one fields, For example - Leonardo Da Vinci.

Then the line, "Do you envy or you pity"  is a direct question to my future self. I am asking him if he envies the present me or if he is disappointed with what I am right now.  
  
In the line,"Hope I sink in or am I guilty" I am hoping that I will be what I want to be but what if I commit the crime of failing to become what I want to become.

Then in the line,"Knows the time and the trees" I am literally imagining myself walking done the lonely path  in a forest, like in the picture above. The entire path being my life, and what I will be in the future is known only by the future time and the trees that will surround me at that point of time in the future.

Then,"Am I real or the leaves" simply means, Am I going to be a science guy or a creative art guy.

In the line,"Like the Apple, I fall down" the Apple here relates to the apple that fell on Newton's head which eventually made him discover gravity. The apple served as the source of a great revolution or change in science, and just like that apple I am hoping  to serve as the source of a great revolution for the humanity in the future.

Then in the end the line, "No hopes will die in vain, for he will be a blend. The man I want to be, No more hiding behind the tree" shows that I am confident that my hopes are not going to die and that I will become what I want to become, that is a blend of everything, science and art together. A polymath.

Thank you for reading.
KD.
Dhaye Margaux Sep 2014
I walked and ran
In crowded place
I stopped and gazed
At solemn face

I saw your tears
I felt your pain
It crushed my heart-
For what you gain

You looked at me
Then our eyes met
You asked for help
Without regret

You said you need
Is not my mind
But heart that sees
What's hard to find

So I answered
Your breaking call
To help you stand
And not to fall

But as I see
Inside your heart
The pain and gloom
Tear me apart

I sworn to Him
To be your guide
To help you through
And not to hide

To my surprise
You made me see
The light in you
Shining on me

We are the same
I realized
Some good things kept
Be recognized

An angel dear
You are to me
Now I do feel
Now I can see

So let us soar
And go somewhere
Let's spread the light
And goodness there

This is our goal
We have to face
Let's share the love
And be amazed!
You and I...
L D Rymbai Sep 2014
We are racing towards a goal,
pushing and shoving along the way.

"I can almost see it!" someone shouts;
just then, he is pushed aside with someone else to take his place.

The truth-The horizon only seems nearer as it moves farther away.
Where are you going?
ajp Sep 2014
August 23, 2014 12:25 pm

All I want to do before I die
Is to write something so
beautiful,  people leak
emotions from their eyes
and sigh with huffs of
wind strong enough
to be heard
from London.
I want to put life back
into eyes of the
broken.
I want all of these
rotten human beings
to feel something other
than the numbness
and anger that
consumes their
soul
I will one day be free of all my pain.
Copyright 08-26-2014 Elizabeth
Emm Aug 2014
'Qu'est-ce-que tu veux ... ?'
and there goes the spiral of time,
endless rabbit hole of time,
lost in the space-time-continuum...
Animated but staying,
existing but inanimate...

These things that people do,
things that then they'd think'd define them,
there're so many things to do,
I kind of just want to float amongst them...

What do I want ...
What do you want?

Is it any worth of questioning at all?
For the time wasted thinking but not knowing,
not deciding,
or choosing, or even preferring,
just taking all in in a blasé observation...
Lani Foronda Aug 2014
If I had a ticket out of town,
I'd make it one way.
Scrawl a letter goodbye
& leave it on your pillow as you're fast asleep.
Take one good look
And stash it deep inside my memory.
Coffee cup in hand
Suitcase in the other.
I climb into my car
And just drive.
Past the laundry mat
Past the library
Past the old school we knew and loved.
I'm lacking a destination
And a sense of direction.
Map's laid out on the passenger seat
But I've got my eyes on the road.
A blur of memories pass me by
As I inch closer towards the stop sign.
But I don't stop
Because I can't.
Cause If I do,
I'll never reach where I'm meant to be.
April 04,2013
Amitav Radiance Jul 2014
In the crowd make sure of your footing
You may get stepped on and lose balance
Landing on your face or fall backward
Fear of losing face or laying supine
Always practice the deft steps
To find a balance in the teeming populace
Trying to find a chance to trip you over
Pull back from the horde, to find your goal
You may not know what awaits you
Fate wants you to dance alone
Along the streets leading to your goal
Make sure you find your footing
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