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Lunar Nov 2020
I never asked for it
But you forced it on me
I tried living with it
But you changed the flow
I listened to it
But you asked me to make choices instead
I cry when it gets too much
But you tell me to grow more
So I grow...
I mature..I dream.. I become happy
So why do you change your mind?
It’s not yours anymore
I made it.. I am me..aint i?
Amy Nov 2020
,,Do not cry“
But what if I want to?

,,Behave“
But what if I don´t want to?

I always tried to hold back my tears
My mind full of voices
Which tried to blame me
My feelings always drowned
In the fear of displeasing others

It might be my last challenge
I am worthy
Worthy to feel
Worthy to show

I will cry, scream and weep
In their faces

Sadness will be my guest

For a moment
For a day
For a week
As long as it takes

I won´t swallow any more
I will spit it all out
No matter if you like it or not

So take my tears
Take my smile

It will be different tomorrow
Nothing stays the same

I refuse to hide my change
I refuse to hide my emotions

You may leave if you dislike it
Because I won´t give up on my path

I won´t give up on my choices
Agnes Laurens Nov 2020
Every beat you have walked
Is the rhythm of your life
Step by step on the ground

Walking to the next chapter of life
You sit and stand where you are
Being able to walk that path of yours

Enjoying that path with the rhythm
There is no right or wrong here
Walking your path is your rhythm
Every life is different and has a different life path, with a different rhythm.
for instance, I felt the yearn to feel love
an arm surrounds an unclear path of blue,
rejuvenating it is; I’m above,
yet unanswered questions linger; seek clue,
art thou afraid to love like juliet?
hands unclasped; bent knees and silent prayers.
Prabhu Iyer Nov 2020
Nowhere to go, no place to reach, no
path to take, nobody to please; No
journey to make, no pilgrims to seek;

At clearing in the wood and all of a sudden:
nothing to discover, nothing to unlearn; No
secret to uncover and no night to unveil;

Nameless junction where all paths meet,
and all of a sudden we know
the truth, was there all along: with us, it is us

season of renewal, when the leaves
drop baring the soul of the woods,
the night casts her cloak and the skies wink

Nowhere to go, no place to reach, no
path to take, nobody to please; No
journey to make, no pilgrims to seek;

The old dusty path
Weather beaten roads

Lead to the farm
With an old barn

The sun shines 
with a light afternoon
breeze

Orange cosmos flowers,
grow wild in the
green hills

Silvery white, slender fragrant flowers,
bloom on the Indian cork trees

The full moon glows through the night
On the old dusty path


🌿🌿
Timothy Oct 2020
Trust your intuition
It’s separate from your mind
When given the attention
Your subconscious will provide
The answers for your path
That have always lay inside
A courageous feat indeed
Only then will we truly thrive
Bhill Oct 2020
the secret path appeared before us
what is to become of the path behind us

Brian Hill - 2020 # 294
For the first time
she was trying
she didn't want
what she was heading to
all this time
she wanted to
Live her life
and love it as well
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