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To stay or to leave
I'll leave the choices to you
Make the decision on your own

To hate nor to love
From the very first time
It was never my intention

To blame or to admit
Makes who we are
Whether you like it or not
K Balachandran Aug 2018
water body bobs,
with hidden intentions;
good, bad, neutral..what?
Kalen Doleman Jul 2018
I know it can feel tough, but it's up to you.
Don't let the fear consume you, it's up to you.
Life can be like this,
and you can feel blue.

Don't let it consume you, it's up to you.

It's your choice to do something
from where you are.
It can be scary, sad, or hurtful
but life stretches far.
It's up to you to make a decision.

It's up to you to feel your emotions.
To accept them, and let them breathe.
Not holding on but letting them be free.
If not then you'll create things that don't exist.

You would create things you cannot remove.
You'd create a distance from all the ease.
You'd create a self culture to dis your ease.
You'd simply build a life of disease.

So it's up to you to remember.
Remember to love yourself with all your being.
No one else can do it for you.
It's up to you to live your life.

The way it flows is up to you.
Even the brightness of the sun is up to you.
The people around you,
the lessons of love.
The lessons of sorrow,
the lessons of sum.
Remember this rule.
Internalize it well.
It's up to you to see what will be there.
You can't predict life. Every moment exists and what you do is your decision.
Kalen Doleman Jul 2018
It's a trip it really is.
Intention is a trip.
It really is.
It's something you are.
You're a creator.
You created it all.
It's self respect in you.
Kalen Doleman Jul 2018
For some the rules are borrowed.
Others keep them to swallow.
In any case,
today is the day you awaken.
For too long have you sat there afraid.
All of your life you stayed in the shadows.
You followed what you were told.
Feeling the need to please and be accepted.

Today is the day when the pendulum swings.
Its the day when it swings and you are
no longer hanging to its motions.
Its energy in random motion,
its random emotions.

Because now its time to rise up and feel your life.

Really, its time to fulfill life,
to experience its boundless seas and skies.
A new age, a new era is dawning.
It is your time.

It s your time to accept your goals
It is your time to go experience the sensual nature
of glory, freedom, and happiness because
no matter what, you deserve it.

You deserve to feel good.
You deserve to have what you want.
Ignore your doubts and go forth.  

Today is the day you awaken.
Today is the day you stand up.
Today is the day you become a true adult.
Today is the start the great age.
The age of intentional self love.
Inked Quill Jul 2018
She looked at him
In the dimly lit room
Sensations blooming
At her plush lips
Every inch of flesh
Taken impatiently
His playing hands stroke
His intention clear
The moves playing
Of rhythmic ardor
Pulsating
Panting
Fervent
Consuming…
abby Jun 2018
The Path of the Everlasting leads to nowhere
not here, nor there, but everywhere

between the willows lies a world within a weathered blade
like breeze upon the grass and the morning's milky fade

the light may fade within, but when you leap from down below
the treasures of the teathered beams will shape you as you go

climbing through this wilderness, searching for a test
when this moment truly represents a summer daydream rest
born from a spiritual experience, sitting in the grass at the break of dawn, The Path of the Everlasting references setting an intention before embarking on a journey, only to realize that the intention was to have no intention at all
roxanne Jun 2018
Assigned by angels to be the vessel
of your opal eyes

I don't mind

These days all I want to see
is the radiance you bring forth
a tranquil break in the folds
streaming through me

As I stand in regard
with the threads of yours wrapped around mine
a spatial interlude
long glimpses at your blueprints
in my sights
the daybreak of my existence
the gleaming brilliance of yellow
the daring cosmos of nights’ sky
Those night skies

its expanse I clear with no expense
I only hope for you
for you to notice
the bones of mine that bloom after you
a synthesis so sweet
as I see you
glance back to me as we dance across this field
as I tread light
a nimbus and a kite

the vessel of your opal eyes
a contract laced with gold
dusted with your breath.
(the things I see for you)
Amoni Fuller May 2018
Oh magnanimous ruler of poetic plights
Giveth me thine strength to write
With such diction that I'll have two words to each line.
Oh how verbose is my mind
on the page
When I try with all might
To delay my short sight

But you! My magnificent master
No man dare find rhyme faster than thee
All I see
Is the artful complexity
That blesses the page
And I rage!
One word
One line
All 26 characters utilized
I need not surmise
That this is the stage
Of your grandest play
And my demise
There is no correct way, in my opinion, to write poetry. Any form that art takes is first about the intention of the artist and then perception. Both aspects being equally important.
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