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Louie Blaise Jun 21
Not like life, when it's the end, it's the end
The sun will set, yet it will rise again
The lost opportunities can be rendered tomorrow
But, the same sequence will never show

Enjoy the clouds while they're at fleet
The patterns will never aver again repeat
Be open to the opportunities that knock
Like a rock, once thrown, they'll never come back

Regrets, nostalgias, and broken dreams surround
As the pink skies are swallowed by dark clouds
When the day comes to an end
It remind
things in this world are transient.
Wrote this poem while looking at the sunset when the pink skies are slowly swallowed by the gray mushy clouds.
beth haze Jun 8
Walking into the house of someone we don’t know
you can definitely tell right away
this is not my type of crowd.
Following your friend around we made it to the backyard
sitting on a couch outside on that cold August night.
Your other friend couldn’t stop messing around, he
was really getting on my last nerve now.
You’re watching us from across the table
beer in your hand and daggers shooting from your face but
you didn’t even try to put me aside to dance.
Face to the side and you start a conversation
with someone else while one of my friends drags me to the side
of the house and asks “Which one is it? Which one do you want?”.
How I couldn’t tell right then and there that I
was putty in your hands is beyond me since
I just wanted you to take me where the music wasn’t
too loud even if it was just to talk or stare at the sky.
But I barley saw you at all, looking grumpy all alone while
I was a rushed inside the house just a few rooms down the hall
holding my friend’s hair as she threw up from mixing too much.
Came across you again when it was time to leave,
forced to sit at the front since I was the only one
on her right mind and your friend didn’t want
to be bothered after finding out that you and
his girlfriend had stolen a bowl out of the house.
It was just us four in the car.
How I wish you had been sober that night,
talked to me even just for a little while.
Maybe I would of had the guts to kiss you in the corner
of the living room or held your hand later that night when
we walked side to side down the road whilst our friends
chased each other around.

  - why did it take me this long to figure it out?
This person has been on my mind lately, mostly 'cause I've done some realizing during quarantine brought by my subconscious, things that helped see this (and many other nights) clearer but I also been listening a lot to "Wish You Were Sober" by Conan Gray which happens to bring back the memory of this particular night every-time I listen to it.
I asked for opportunities,
They said i should search.

I searched in all available channels,
They said i should apply.

I applied for everything,
They said i should be qualified.

Then i told them, I am hungry!
They promised a viand.

I reminded them,
Wait, They gave me hope.

Everything that had remained,
Started overflowing.

For the stubbing,
Was all over my body.
Just like rain drops
my tears fall
watering seeds sown
from my past.
Before too long
they will flower
into wonderful opportunities,
stunning all those who see,
never knowing the damaged roots that lay underneath.
For you see the colourful bloom reached for the sun,
Illuminating the world in a sea of colour,
ready to take on life's next adventure.
Just like rain drops
my tears fell
watering seeds sown
ready to bloom into wonderment.
Mansi Apr 19
I didn’t want to let it go
To be honest
I wanted it to work

But banging on a closed door
Only put splinters  
In my hands
Mrs Timetable Mar 21
Open doors
Do I have to make up my mind?
Yes silly cat
It’s cold in here!
My cat hates the doors closed. I guess we all do.
It is only right
That you should venture out
To pursue the higher mountain,
But how I will miss you
In climbing my own.
I've heard the Chinese phrase for crisis equals opportunity
From where I reside we bring in the cavalry when opportunities arise
As a problem shared with care was never really there
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Bhill Jan 31
Confidence in all of us is attached and frigid
Opportunities will always survive and be there
The burning desire to better ourselves is genuine
Can we really be so ignorant to believe that someone or something can stop us

Brian Hill - 2020 # 31
Go after it!
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