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Amanda Shelton Nov 2016
Forced to write with the right hand,
is it fair?

No,
because not
all are right handed,
I am one of them
but I'm also
not left handed,
I am ambidextrous.

So I have a choice,
which hand is the best.

I just haven't
made up my mind,
I might never
because I like being
the way I was born.

I'm a proud ambidextrous.

To the right,
To the left,
To the in-between,
is just fine with me.  

©By Amanda D Shelton


pookie Nov 2016
Take my hand and join me on a adventure into the unknown.

The land of dreams and fantasies that's the unknown that we take a step into which turn into a spiral decent of madness.

Take my hand and join me on this adventure into the waters so warm and air so fresh and of mind and body that nobody can express.

Take my hand and let us explore the deepest and darkest desires and let us explore the body shaking mind shattering expirences of our fantasies.

Take my hand and join me on this adventure and let your explore yourself.
George Krokos Nov 2016
Some things in life we're not meant to have or see
unless of course they are all a part of our destiny.
The hand of fate does knowingly give and take
and so nothing and no one does it ever forsake.
________
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Holey Nov 2016
Dear Sister, you chose to leave.
You let me grieve upon loss.
You let me put myself last and yourself first.
You let me worry when I shouldn't.
You let me cry for you.
You let me get angry.
You let me feel pain.
You let me feel anxious.
You let.. you didn't let me do anything.
I chose to be the one to do that for you. To feel that with you.
You decided to take that for granted, and for that.. I owe you nothing.
I don't owe you a place to stay.
I don't owe you my love.
I don't owe you kindness.
I don't owe you anything.
Nobody owes you their time of day.
Nobody owes you the physical items you hold in your hand.
So why go around treating everyone like dirt?
To make the people that care about you suffer.
If it's to make yourself feel better, then I hope you feel worse.
To my.. *dear* sister.
Gaius Normanyo Nov 2016
When I fall, I don't land where I used to.
The Lord's hands catch me and guide me through
Dark valleys, mountain peaks, and the in-between;
Depression, accomplishments, any emotional scene.
The embrace of Heaven's warmth is what I seek,
But while I'm here I'll show others as I speak.
Truth, wisdom, my faults, I do not hold back at all
Because I know He has me, even when I fall.
10:45 PM, 10/27/16 - 12:34 PM, 11/5/16
Sarah Michelle Oct 2016
Give me your hand, share
with me your soul. I will start
your heart-fire for you
When you have placed hand on heart
Love has grown out of its normal size
Beauty should never  think to depart
Love has to visualize beauty as a prize

My love you are like a beam of light
Which takes away all my hopelessness
For me my love you are eternal delight
You are a gift of God,an eternal bliss

Allow me to discuss all in frankness
Be like a real good companion of life
I do know attitude of rivals is callous
Without you I am on blunt sharp knife

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Chetan Sharma Oct 2016
We are strangers
In world of dangers
One thing to search
Just another stranger

Life is hard
I got on start
But where the sky
I see all dark

Light is bright
That is heard
Where the spot
And how far?

Things that told
Humanity in human
What is here
Is the selfish

Ages know
Stranger as trader
They give some
To get some

Ask me man
If fair it is
For secrets I give
I find loneliness

People so smart
Tell time heals pain
Again the trade
Not aid for pain

Trade as here
Simple no fear
Power to bear
But not to clear

Pain to gain
Isn't that great?
Responsibility with power?
I see empty tower

Where are we
You just think
Can you feel
Without a blink

World now changed
**** for pleasure
Feeling or promise
Anything you wish

What I search
Is just my stranger
To light my sky
With love not cry

Meet me where
My world tends to die.....

Lost in sand
Take my hand...
Destiny Smith Oct 2016
they dance around the issue at hand
like two sparrows around a breadcrumb
and unaware of the cracks in their tiny hearts
they shed their fragile feathers, one by one
until neither of them can fly away
2016
Tiffany Moton Sep 2016
To hold her hand is to hold
The vast universe within my palm
The strings of infinity against my skin
Where sparks fly like falling stars
From our fingertips entwined
Like planets–we are aligned

To hold her hand is to hold
The spirals of the Milky Way
Between our fingers, laced together
Night; for she is humble moon
Day; for she is brilliant sun
She is every color of the spectrum

To hold her hand is to hold
Cosmic rays and lightning beams
(You wouldn't understand)
Wild interstellar dreams
(But all I really want to hold–
is her hand.)
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