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AfterImage Jan 2016
Driving without destination
Going for the sake of going
Existing between here and there
Where nothing is happening
Yet progress is being made
We’re still moving forward
Enjoying the journey
Capturing horizons.
Brianna Jan 2016
Lately I’m obsessed with the black and white photos of the world. The way they bring out the details you didn’t think you’d see in your life.
Lately I’m obsessed with the hidden greyscale of my life. The little spots or blemishes I didn’t know I had in between the cracks of my mind.

Lately I’m obsessed with knowing all I can know about how to forget my past. How to find those ancient remedies or dark coffees and fruity teas that will stop the pain in my heart for a little while.

Even though these obsessions seem so tiny compared to my big thoughts and wild dreams.. I can’t stop thinking of what’s next. Mystery lies on the horizon of my new obsession & how I will handle it.
Naomi Milman Sep 2015
They look at us like we are broken.
They hear our life stories and aww 'miser' for picking up and movings continuously
People are terrified of their world changing and us, we were born into it and know no other
The faces of despair appearing when I say I have moved 9 times, as if I just declared a death.
But the last time I checked
waking up in a different country every four years

is reviving

When I speak about my life my breath is taken away both because its a lot of “and then I moved to..” but mainly because I am amazed every morning by how much I have accomplished at only 18.
The international community I grew up in taught me more than school ever could
The term 'Third Culture Kids' was invented for us and we embrace it and are empowered by it
There isn't a single person I know that can say wholehearted where he is from
Do you know any kid that can say they can sort their friends by continent
& last time I checked that was

beyond impressive

Do you know may language I can swear in thanks to it and obviously communicate in
Walking down the halls and finding someone that spoke the same language as you always made your day and you would go out of your way simply to have a conversation that others wouldn't understand because your connection to 'home' will always be there
But then again, for kids like us ask us where home is and you will never get one response.
Having the backgrounds we have always leeds to political arguments but for once we do not sit and spit out the information we heard from our parents but rather each with his national backgrounds comes to the stage.
& Last time I checked that was

fascinating.

Living out of suitcases
Knowing too many hotels all over the world
packing your house in a container continuously
adapting to a new culture and society
learning to love everyone
not having a say in where you move but being thankful that you have...

& Every time I check
I am grateful
We sat aloft a dune
   peering over the ocean,
waves mesmerizing
  our inner turmoil,
grainy surf dimensions
    cut into psyche,
voices turned hazy
midst broiling sun
  washed back with
   salt water tears,
there was no lighthouse
  to guide the way
  nor save disparate crests  
no words reverberated the sound,
    just the floundering of
      gritty restless emotions
that once were blissed horizons
   before moon lost its balance
     to relentless torrential currents
      of neglectful destruction,
   drowning in ambiguous undertows
The full moon took effect.
A A Bernier May 2015
Sightless I see, within my mind
An ocean of timeless horizons
A tranquil night, this endless dream
the realm my being resides in

A scattered thought from a shattered light
spreads out and takes hold inside me
An echoed sound from a stream of silence
Clings on with a hidden binding

A well so deep, a depth so dark
A thousand memories to overcome
And yet this sound, a song renewed
Emerges saying, "What's done is done."

What has been lost, while yet not found
may be restored in days unknown
The empty vessel, the broken bond
Can mend in time - but not alone

The night, while dark, must still secede
And though it may grow long,
I wait in hope your light will come
So I may see the dawn.
This was in fact one of the first poems I ever wrote. It helped me to discover the passion I have for writing and although I only do it sparingly it has become one of my favorite pastimes.
Camille Alipio Mar 2015
My feelings are the horizons in the sky,
I cannot fathom into words.
If so, I sing them in lyrics wherein
I could pour them out into chords.
So if you could find it in your heart,
to give a second start...
This time things won't end the same,
'coz we're never growing apart.
Daniel Tabone Feb 2015
I was stuck in a dark alley,
That led to nowhere,
I didn’t like it,
It wasn’t fair;

I looked around,
Searched for ages,
To find a way,
To get better wages;

Finally it’s here,
Finally I found it,
New road ahead,
In which I can fit;

I hope that this time,
I settle on this road,
And find my way,
To the top of the node.
She was a soft spoken lass
Who was dedicated in the arts and had a heart made out of pure brass
Sitting in a hard chair in class
She scribbled her name and waited for the time to pass
So she could make her move fast
At the right moment after class
The other girl got up to turn in her work when the bell rang
And she put the note on her desk
And zoomed out
Nervous as can be
The note said
"I'm a girl. Is it normal that I like girls.?"
She questioned its author and put it in her pocket, curious.
Little did she know it was someone she was next to everyday
But never acknolwedged her existence
She couldn't blame this girl's persistence
She scouted the school to search for this girl
Eventually she found out
And she thought it would be better to try to make this work
As love can't hurt
Havannah Myburgh Sep 2014
Let's go on an adventure called life,
you can hold the map
and I the steering wheel.

We can go where horizons
have no ends.
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