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Tamara Lynn Sep 4
What's meant for you will be
The rest will fade away
Just give it time and see
That some things just can't stay

Don't think that they are lost
But rather just observe
Your heart now has more space
For things that you deserve
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2020
She is,  
Sometime, mixed perfectly  
Sometime, let it be…  

She is,  
Sometime, what gets calm  
Sometime, let it be…  

She is,  
Sometime, what gets memorized
Sometime, let it be…  

She is,  
Sometime, what inspires us  
Sometime, let it be…  

She is,  
Sometime, what gets connected  
Sometime, Let it be…  

She is,  
Never she trades honesty.  
Never did she.  

Let it be…

Sometime, what we wish is miracle.
Let it be.
Genre: Observational
Theme: All about she
Mystic Ink Plus Jul 2019
He/She asked her/him
"What is the thing I need to change?"

All of the sudden
She/He replied

"Obsession with me"

In silence, he/she thanked
For reminding
A reason
Genre:Dark Abstract
Theme: ******* soul
Chantell Wild Mar 2019
what is it
that you want from me?
some call it destiny.
others call it tyranny.
i just plug the holes
with aspects of myself
nothings what it seems
and here i am
offering my silly being
to you.
let it be or let it go.
hj Mar 2019
if I can't be
what I want to be
then I choose
to not be
David Bojay Jan 2019
Talking to my GoPro as if it were you
Current truths
Diminish the whirling blues
inside my head where you don’t have a clue

out the zoo with my emotions
In the beginning eased it with some sleep
Because I couldn’t see the reasons for my grief
Out the shadows and the light is brief
What to think?
What to know?

The tension is rigorous
Kept inside a pin
Let it sit and sizzle until it’s smoke

Open the vents, and let it go

To seize a chance for peace
Dismantle the layers of myself
Find you in a strip
A memory I’ll always love
My love just don’t lose grip

But to love is to see you free
A peak I couldn’t see
Relief indeed
Let it bleed
Let it bleed

Let it bleed

Consume the dooms
Swallow the distrust
The other side of the moon

The ending will come soon

Sitting in my room

About to make some chicken....
Skye Nov 2018
and i once said to myself,
"let it be that you are sad, broken, helpless, alone, wanting..
let it be that you are nothing.
because when you are,
you are free-
free of the vines that drag you down,
of the shackles that keeps you in place.

of the you
that you were bound to let go
a long time go.

let it be that you are sad.
let it be that you are broken.
let it be that you are hopeless.
let it be that you are alone.
let it be that you are wanting.
let it be that you are hurting.
let it be that you are how you feel.

let it be.
so once you're ready,
you can finally let go."
a lot of realizations. oof
Apollo Hayden Sep 2018
Let it be what it will be then we'll see
if it all was just for nothing, or meant for eternity.
When in search for answers, look to the birds, look to the trees.
See the way they fly and the way branches sway in the wind so effortlessly.
Life goes on and we get stronger by letting go of people and things that need to leave,
and if we don't our wounds will never close and we'll just continue to bleed.
Most bleed red but I bleed black, and it is only when I need to release these words inside of me.
Healing taken place in between the lines every time I write, it ain't hard for you to see.
There's a river of silence that flows out of the left ventricle and into this body of work that soothes all  hurt; burying what has died with these metaphorical lines that be the dirt,
and in time flowers will grow from this soil if I just let it be.
Letting the nature that I'm surrounded by be the guide as I listen to the voice within the breeze.
savwood May 2018
10 at night                                                                                       the wind is piercing, relentless
the moon shoots through the window like a bow and arrow and
                            shimmers off of the oil-on-canvas painting of a willow
                                                                                                  hanging by the door
you’re throwing a few t-shirts and your favorite pair of ripped levi’s                                                                                   into the coffee-colored backpack i gave you last summer                          it was your birthday
                                                                                                            god                i don’t want you to leave
flip over the record             and please             stay
                                                             until it’s finished
but            you            can’t
                                                and     i know you have         so much         too much         to offer  
   your unmatched compassion      the way your eyes glimmer in an instant when a bird
                                             first takes flight              
you have been here through  my best and worst        have seen me radiate shades of pale blue
                  and for this i am thankful
though i’m neglected from my thoughts              left fidgeting through a barbed wire fence
         realizing the shocks are all i’ve felt           in weeks           months
                                                                                                                                i must let it be

so i lie back             soak in a lukewarm water filled cast iron tub             trace the rim of it with a
          shriveled finger                      
                                                               and let it be          
                                                                                                           as i remain static
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