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Jason Drury Jul 2018
You should know,
that I no longer follow my compass.
Where the wind pushes,
I lead with squinted eyes.
The horizon is far,
cradled with opportunity.

I’ve taken the step for once,
without you and your map.
I’ve held my hand out,
gave you coordinates.
Yet, you hesitate.

You should know,
I’ve tried.
We no longer scramble,
the sharp edges of “what if?”.
Instead, the question is,
“what now?”

How did it come to this?
I thought with the sun.
Tying the string,
on brush and broken branches.
Will you follow?
The hints, arrows, and signs.

Our maps are different,
one south and one north.
Still, I tried,
circling landmarks left and right.
You will not go north,
but south.
We depart in full gate,
away from our point.
Alone.

You should know,
its time to say goodbye.

I love you.
nawke Jun 2018
life's constant journey
always tooling.willing.bleeps
precision mapping
What do we willingly bleep?
Such treasure long forgotten
Marked with an X
Finding the rhythm
to see such sight
By ship sailing day and night

A heart of Gold by Your name
I found
The missing jewels of a piece
In ground

Your heart differs from my stone
It's buried deep inside
Cursed
Forgotten
Taken from home
...
My heart is trash while yours was a diamond in the sand
Laurin Thor Jun 2018
There is a hole inside my chest.
I didn‘t ask it to be there
I don‘t know where it came from
But it doesn‘t seem to care.

Everytime I see a glimpse of serenity
it taints me again:
A corrupting presence
strangling my spine
choking my soul.

What has changed?
Where is the cause?
I‘ve lost ascendancy
over the demons I thought
to have slain long ago.

Again I‘m afraid.
Afraid to speak too much,
afraid to be silent for too long.
Afraid to be me
and afraid to disguise myself.

It seems my fortune has vanished
from my control.
And in dark moments
the only thing that‘s left
is the fear that
something has changed
irreversibly.

What once got close
seems to drift apart again
before it could begin to coalesce.
And I stand weak
before my inner chaos.

My mind is a maze
and I have lost the map.
How am I supposed to find my way back
with this chasm in my head?

~

My confidence is torn.

~

There is a hole in the sky
and it slowly pulls me in.
Will it erase me or cleanse me?
And will the scourge inside of me
finally die?
Wrote this when I was in a pretty dark place.
Dess Ander Apr 2018
Borders can be open,
but minds can remain closed.
Meg Howell Mar 2018
I took a walk down a sloping path
Trees and brambles, nature’s bloodbath

My hands, a guide
My eyes, a map
My mouth, drooling and drawn to that amber sap

The ground below finally led me there
A trusted fort, a quiet town square
A lonely whistle serenading the unsoiled air

A symmetrical tree sat waiting like a snare
For me to take its’ paragon
But, oh, do I even dare?
Reflecting on times spent as a child adventuring through my nana’s backyard.
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
And here is my contribution to
the map of human unhappiness.
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2018
There are pieces of
you scattered all over this
lonely map I walk
Why are there reminders of what we shared everywhere? It feels like there is noplace I can go where we haven't had a romantic memory, or any memory. It all hurts.
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