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anxiety creeping on
anxiety taking over
i'm the youngest in a room
filled with folks i don't know
three old blondes
one middle aged man
i don't belong
just like out there
so how am i supposed to learn
when my stomach is in this churn
like butter i want to be spreadable
anywhere, and in everything
butter is so much smoother than me
for once i'd like to be credible
maybe, one day, incredible.
Tyler Man Feb 2015
Us
I am my own worst nightmare. And my own incredible dream. I am what I was and what I will be. I am every mistake I've made and every success. I am not one thing I am many incredible and horrible things all messed up into one. <3 really so are you
Isaac Golle Sep 2014
Love
What a perfect balance
What a complicated dance
What a mess
Love
Something that is both felt
And chosen
Given
And received
Wanted
And needed
Love
We all seem to have our own little perceptions of love, don't we?
What it looks like
How it feels
What it's for
Love
Arms wide open?
Or arms tightly closed?
Embracing
If I hug a man do I love a man or am I just trying to buy his land?
If I tell you I think you're making a bad decision am I your enemy, or your closest friend?
Love
What a complicated dance
Open arms always willing to embrace, but never holding back
Knees strong enough to meet me where I'm at, but never too weak to lift me past that
Words gentle enough to sooth a child, but STRONG enough to fight off giants!
Ears always ready to be lent, but never bought no matter how much is spent
Only love is capable of being the safest, most dangerous place all at once
Because love
Sweet, sweet, incredible love
God is love
This is a spoken word piece written in the midst of frustration with myself, and the journey of understanding marriage.
If I ever woke up in a surreal world
I would saunter into my sister’s room
With luminescent eyes and detached limbs
And feign as if it were the way of life
I’ve come to known and held as true

Then as she'd collapse into an outburst of tears
Her fractured reality abstracted to a menace
Her sister—me, glowering, conjured too
In a world where meaning is defunct, horrifying, lonely
I would laugh, because that’s what sisters do.
J M Surgent May 2014
Sometimes love makes you say incredible things.
Sometimes they're right.
For her.
xoK Apr 2014
My dear,
I've just had the most terrifying thought.
One that sends shivers down my spine,
And not the good kind of shivers.
The ones that jab at you in the dark.
The ones that come from boogie men
And monsters under the bed.
This thought,
This fear,
It hits me like a swift kick to the chest
For just a split second.
And then I hear it running away from behind me,
Fleeting footsteps echoing into the distance.
Still partially audible.
This thought,
This fear,
Flees like a mischievous child.
After shouting directly into my ear cavity:
What if you never found her?
The thought nearly stops me in my tracks.
I am the person I am because of her place in my life.
What if I never even met her?
I can barely imagine the idea of this bliss
Somehow not existing.
Maybe another me in some parallel universe
Is truly alone.
I feel sad for her,
That she will never know this
Swirling,
          Terrifying,
                  Mystifying,
                            Incredible feeling,
Something that everyone deserves to feel.
Free will spins a complicated spider web.
Every decision you make
Affects you and the others around you,
Either holding them up or pulling them down.
What if I'd made a different choice,
Just one minuscule detail.
What if I'd turned right instead of left,
Or used pencil instead of pen,
Or carried paper instead of plastic?
One wrong move could have led me off the path to you.
The thought makes me want to drop down to my knees
And thank God
That I decided to lift the branches and find this hidden walkway
Into an unknown territory
That so quickly became
Familiar.
Home.
LDR life.

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