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Lani Foronda Jun 2014
I want to e                 x                 p                 a                 n                 d.
No- not like a balloon
Filled with hot hot air,
Brimming against latex
Pushing and pushing until there is no space.
No, see the the problem with balloons is that they're always on edge.
There's always a fear of gathering too much-
A load too heavy to be contained by simple material.

I want to e                 x                 p                 a                 n                 d.
No- not like a rubber band
On the wrist of a little girl,
Simple and strong,
Worn from the echoes of daily snapping.
No, see the problem with rubber bands is that they are stretched thin,
Pulled to make space for a larger load.
There is a constant tug for security,
But one tug is all it takes to break.

I want to e                 x                 p                 a                 n                 d.
Like heat changing ice into water.
Let there be a catalyst to invoke my transformation.
I want to be fluid-
Able to adapt to different patterns, different directions, different holds.
Let me seep into the cracks, the thin lines, the rigid turns.
Give me the chance to take on different roles
And explore different facets of who I can be.

I'm ready to e                 x                 p                 a                 n                 d.
June19,2014
Addicted, I can't see the road
Circling, I'm in static mode
Nothing makes sense anymore
Caught in thoughts that don't exist
Need to keep my eyes wide,
farewell ignorant bliss.
Spider web memories
haunting my mind
On the ocean floor
you can't keep track of time
That voice telling me I'll surely fall behind
So ill follow the waves and make friends with the fishes
Hoping one day I'll understand what all this is
Dolores L Day Jun 2014
Dear man that I will meet
Capable of lifting me off my feet.

Who is fortunate enough to take my hand
And whisk me off to an uncharted land.

Don't you waste it.

The moment our lips meet
Must be something utterly sweet
to behold.

So don't you waste it.

Years lying in bed
Waiting for the words that have never been said:
"How I love you."

All of the waiting and stress
Leaves something to detest
I am wasting away

So don't waste anymore.

I daydream of (B)ryan
of Eddie
of Ben
Too many flow charts I've scribbled in pen.

I've been waiting for you
To come, clad in Blue
And kiss me.

Dear man, you'd better run
My patience cannot be refund- ed.

While I fret of a wrong choice
All I want is your voice
To whisper of my glory.
And begin my story.

Of love.

So don't you waste it.
Don't you dare waste me.
I have a lot of time on my hands...
J C Lynch Jun 2014
Regrets are for those
Who make bad decisions
And everyone who
Lacks intuition

Those with a
Bountiful perspective
Don't lack the
Requisite objective

To get through life
In a satisfied way
Though they might
Never break away

From the monotony
Of daily life that
Leaves you wanting
Something not flat
Neph May 2014
I wish thee vessel of thine blood n’ name*

Thou needs not worry of thy soul
Alas I am Young n’ heed none so dull

Shun my repertoire, superstitious square
Your margins seek to limit souls everywhere  

I wish thee, vessel of thine blood n’ name
A prosperous experience in which must be tame

For the world is wild, quiet, and strange
Alas never, for thou sake, let it be lame

I wish thee, vessel of thine blood n’ name
To respect thy labors n’ sweat in which I came

Stride for honest glory, never superficial fame
For such a falsie way is just a child’s gain

I beseech you, dare not fill my glass with shame
Live inspiring ahead, cease not to aim

The Proud chime of hearing thou blood’s name
Soon you and I shall reunite as one as the same

Come!
Distant Brother or Sister
Let’s dance n’ rest from God’s funny melodic game
Anna Elguera May 2014
Selfishness is the most indicative sign of immaturity.
Like the way my little sister
couldn't be bothered
to regularly take our dog for walks
because it mattered only how much it inconvenienced her.

When your own feelings hold the up most importance
and everyone else is placed on this planet to play a role in your existence

kids are selfish
some adults are immature

Growing up has little to do with aging
rather, realizing that every living creature holds value;
Leaving the bulk of your ego behind.
Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014
Break-
Break free--
I am pulling at these chains, though in return they're pulling me.

I am stuck-
Suffocating-
I am choking-
        I'm stuck!
How could this be?

Young children running down a green pasture-
Dreams so large, so real, so fierce-
I was there-
       That was me!

Look now-
Look at me now--
Can you see?
An adult lost at sea.

Stuck, Lost, Confused-
In a kingdom so large.
So many others-
       yet still feel alone

Searching for the 'free' in freedom,
Though cornered into fear,
All the rules choking me in,
The 'free' will never be near.
Children have less fears and more dreams then adults... As we mature we face reality and know it is a scary world we live in. Searching for freedom, though never let free.
maggie W Apr 2014
I don’t really love them,

They are tools to hide myself from maturity

Today I split them aside

Now there’s a brand new me

Facing you with more sensuality

More biting fingers

and more contemplating

I feel like I could be everything,

your almost-married partner

The angel in the house

Or sweetheart from college.
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