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Song on repeat,
I feel every beat.
It's filled with emotion,
and every word is the truth.
Fear is the emotion,
regret it the obstacle,
indifference is the goal.
Song by Falling in Reverse.
On a different note, I might get to see him after 5 years of listening to him.
Anonymous Freak Jan 2020
Last night.
It was as if we were strangers
Passing each other
On the street,
Instead of almost twenty years
Of history.

But it didn’t hurt.
It felt...
Okay.
Bhill Jan 2020
Starting out the new year with memories going back
Reflecting on just what I did or what it was I lacked
I find myself being quite surprised and really sort of dazed
To have the memories that I have of all the changes made

Moving from the mountains to the desert of red sand
From the snow-covered hills and the pine trees oh so grand
From having all four seasons to only having two
Sometimes can make you crazy but never feeling blue

The skies here in the desert, are always very clear
When back up North the skies are gray and tend to make you tear
Moving down has given me a new look at my life
Another chapter, another poem, having coffee with my wife....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 2
Sometimes we need to write on ourself...
hiraeth Dec 2019
this feels bittersweet
you in my arms
half asleep
on top of your soft blue sheets
your breathing deep
i’ll be leaving
after a short sleep
but i know these memories
i will always keep
Elisabeth Meyer Dec 2019
You know you can tell me,
all the troubles you encounter,
when the voices getting louder.

You know you can tell me,
when the wind is ripping on your sails,
and you just need to exhale.

You know you can tell me,
all you ever need,
so you can proceed.
Sydney V Dec 2019
When I was eight,
I would press myself  
against the creaky floorboards
of my home  
and listen  
to their tired groans  
of protest from my weight  
atop them,  
as I ripped the caps
off Sharpies,
and let the ink  
spread across the plastic wrap
like a flare.  
I’d stick my confused
colorful Picassos
into an oven
and watch in awe
as the wrap  
would shrink  
and fold in on itself  
appearing smaller  
to the world.  
Now,
at twenty  
I no longer listen  
to the groans  
from my creaky  
childhood home,  
I listen–  
to the murmurs  
from the black  
cellophane wrapped  
shop windows and signs
of tired buildings  
tired of wearing  
faces, to great  
the masses  
of the world  
that don’t show.
Sorry I have been missing in action, it's finals week this week and next for me and school and I have also just been struggling mentally a bit. Anyways, here is my latest poem idea, it's still a work in progress, but it felt nice to write something new! The idea started with Shrinky **** wraps, an old thing I would play around with as a kid and then spiraled into whatever this mess of a poem is.

To my few followers... Much Love - Sydney
Brianna Dec 2019
Maybe it was the hazy Sunday morning bliss or the cicadas screaming their annoying lullaby but I found myself drawn to the woods.
Streams of blue and green water and muddy paths that lead me back to sanity every time I come through.

My past has kept me locked in city streets with too many people and too many memories.
My present holds a sympathetic and nostalgic view for the things I love but also a craving for something vast and beyond.

As for my future if they ask me today I might just head to the woods and never leave.
I’ll become one with the moss on the trees and the mushrooms in the ground.
I’ll be the composure for the cicadas and the paint for the sunsets and sunrises.

Tonight we will dream  of the right path to the New York life and the city dreams but tomorrow we’ll find the left path holds the cure to the soul in the trees.
Traveler Dec 2019
I want her too much
But.............................
I'm just a good dude

I always support her
Ya...............................
I'm one of her fool's

I've had enough
Well......................
I'm up to my neck

As much as I try
Sadly...................
I cannot connect

It's time to move on
Slam!!!.....................
My heart is a door

I'll love her forever
But...........................
Just not any more.
Traveler Tim
Nik Bland Dec 2019
You feel you are a stack of mortar and brick
I see you as a sailing ship
So funny how these things contradict
You think you’re still, I say you’re still moving

Shift with me, but standing against the waves
You’re not one for the newest craze
Traditional as you innovate
You and your wonderful “you-ness”

See each time you rise and fall
Ship to sea, not stagnant wall
Consistently moving, never to be stalled
Till your destination is reached

And until you sail again
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