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Tea Apr 2020
37:
Days aren't as heavy as before...
I've forgotten the words that were so sore...
"Position! 1, 2, 3!"
There you are, watching me...

I don't feel the scars in my core...
Sadness isn't my best friend anymore...
"Head up! Back straight!"
There you are, I see you wait...

It doesn't feel like my heart tore...
I've found something to live for...
"Watch where you take breaths! Louder!"
There you are, my eyes go to your shoulder.

I've reached the shore...
Now I can start to explore...
"Smile! Otherwise, you look like a wreck!"
There you are, my eyes go to your neck...

I hear growls and a roar...
I've no idea what the future has in store...
"Do it over! You have to win!"
There you are, my eyes go to your chin...

Giving up is not what I'm going to do...
No one stops me, no matter who...
"Stop being scared of being loud! You don't know fear!"
There you are, my eyes go to your ear...

My thoughts stop trailing away...
I hear what my teacher has to say...
"You are ready. Here are the stage doors."
There you are, my eyes lock with yours...

A few paces to the left and then to the right...
To where I am in plain sight...
I close my eyes and the first notes bring me in the mood...
Suddenly I'm not where I stood...
I'm there where there is no rain...
The sound of my own voice brings me back again...
I look out over the people watching me...
Suddenly I don't care what they see...
I close my eyes again and dance my way around the stage...
I don't care about my wage...
I come back by the microphone...
And even though I'm not alone...
I sing like my heart will break any second now...
Then, my voice fades away and I end with a bow...
I want to dance off stage but suddenly everything fades away...
I look up in the sky that is still grey...
A teardrop rolls from my eye...
And I start to cry...
Surrounded by stone...
Cold and alone, cold and alone...
This was another style I tried, Sorry for the depressing plot twist in the end.
Clay Face Apr 2020
Totality escapes beneath me, all that I’ve left unexplored collapses unto me.

Triggered, by self centered inundation, I might as well be gone.

For what do I provide the collective? But neglect and self indulgent plunder.

Relive this aeonic cage, cyclic and persistent. Yet each existence we reach a new peak.

So benevolent, and elegant. I need to relive samsara to fill my void.

Be meaningful to others. Because I do not matter, what I do matters.

Momentarily, this escapes me, shameful and foolish, I must regain such tonic insight.

It combats my abysmal fear of inconsequentiality.

I’ve reflected in infantilism, however I think I’ve found what guides us to actualization.

At least myself anyway, I need to mean something to others.

I need to teach and learn from my peers, whom I overlook as of now.

How myopic and repugnant. White from shame I apologize to those who’d listen.

I open my arms to all. Let me help, show me how to help.
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2020
Time may taught One
When to scroll
When to walk
When to run
When to jump
When to stop

Still there is
A way long
For ever and ever

Where?
What matters
Genre: Observational
Theme: Learning
Dez Apr 2020
Tomorrow will never be today, but we learned that yesterday.
Reappak Apr 2020
Sunrise, we boarded the train
Weather was misty, with little rain

All were happy, all were cheerful
Hoping the ride would be peaceful

At noon, when sun kissed our skins
Came a knock from a folk, tall and thin

The lofty figure, all dressed in green
Entered hastily, with a big scream

"There is fire on the train behind"
That cheat cleverly played our minds

Then a fish market was all you saw
A horrible scene, impossible to draw

After all the tempest, and the storms
Bad and glad tidings formed

"There's no fire" the news spread
Misinformation our minds fed

Nothing but a lie told
While he stole all our gold

And the journey ended sad
Horrible, devastating and bad

Soon the angels whispered my mind
Make sure first, don't be blind
For all those who easily get fooled, learn lessons from the passengers on the train!!!! Stay home stay safe!!!
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
Learning to Fly
by Michael R. Burch

We are learning to fly
every day . . .

learning to fly—
away, away . . .

O, love is not in the ephemeral flight,
but love, Love! is our destination—

graced land of eternal sunrise, radiant beyond night!
Let us bear one another up in our vast migration.

Published by The Book of Hope and Dreams (anthology). Keywords/Tags: learn, learning, fly, flying, flight, destination, migration, destination, heaven, love, eternity, eternal sunrise
Aine Mar 2020
This is how you know it hurts
your heart feels cut
eyes feel heavy
your tongue falls numb
that happy playlist makes you cry

This is how you know you messed up
the memories are polaroids of regrets
each time you think of them
you feel undressed
you see your secrets creeping from the ground,
ghosts that Will haunt you past this lifetime
to a decade where you unlearn what you learnt

They said you'll only live once
but you've lived a lifetime with tears held back
wondering how it would have been
if you never crossed that path.
If you just moved forward and never looked back

Now you ask yourself,
Was it better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all
Or,  was it's better to have lost them
Just to find your soul.

_lost and found

/aine/
Saige Mar 2020
Forest never forgot.

Those that stayed too long,
warned by the land.  

And when they entered
again, unheeding --  

Forest never forgave.
Inspired by Lois Lowry's novel "Messenger", part of the Giver series.
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