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eleanor prince Jun 2017
windmills turn
as designed
in ways proscribed

moving water
as they do
here or there

can't complain
there is no point
cycles set in place

but why do we act
like we're
so trapped

live pointless lives
condemn ourselves
as if it's fate

when choice invites
with every step
though blind we be

at end of day
when all is said
and done

we had more we
could influence
if thinking was employed

instead of fears
and pointless strife
and blaming everything

let's harness capability
remove the screen
and truly see

we take a path
we choose to walk
to find ourselves

right here
after cloudy days we find our way and power in self-responsibility
Ryan Holden Jun 2017
Destiny will guide our paths,
Into a land of forever.
Ryan Holden Jun 2017
You stole the breath
That was meant for you,
You stole the heart
That I kept hidden.

Aligned paths, cast in stone,
Breath fire, peninsula,
Ignition to my heart
Longed cold snaps melt away.

You guided our journey
And you had it all figured out,
You held my heart in hand
And you merged it with yours.

Now we both walk the same path
That we were destined to do,
Now that my heart is yours,
You have me, and I have you.
Love I've acquired. Thought I'd share!
Charlotte Huston Apr 2017
I saw a road with parting paths;
One to the spoils of romance -
The passion in thine eyes,
The rose within your cheeks;
A soul of withering Love.

Another;
To the lost forest -
Of distraught
Of terror,
Of abandonment from your Soul.
Ben At93 Dec 2016
I hope our paths never cross again,
Because I will come at you with all the force that I have,
You have ruined the one thing I hold dear,
And now its time we awake what's driven by fear,

I hope our paths never cross again,
For you have awaken a monster I spent decade laying to rest,
Now he is raging in me like an animal encaged,
Waiting for a chance to inflict pain upon revenge,

I hope our paths never cross again,
For I am now a man with few items to waste,
You took what was most valuable to me,
And so open doors to the devil that breathes,
Erin Suurkoivu Oct 2016
The clocks wind down,
and soon the Earth will spin
tightly again.

How many passes do we need
to take a conscious breath?
How many paths?

The curtain lowers
before the curtain rises again.
I find myself staring at the red velvet,

the in between.
Alan S Bailey Jul 2016
You are my voice, you are not just a pen,
Let us see where at the cross section we meet,
Stars, moonlight, a new moon, this in a dream,
It's the same sky I see when I go to sleep,
Close your eyes love, see what you will see,
There is no harm in daring to dream,
To be different, to find a love or not, blindness or sight
Living factual truth, your spirit in flight.

*These are the endless stories of your unique life,
You will do what you dream, but words only write,
To be in the moment, to see the planets and star light
Glow from your roof top without telescope, near and far,
This is truly the concept greater than popular things,
It is your experience, give it all it's worth, it's all you are.
Arcassin B Jun 2016
by Arcassin Burnham

Dream through the forest and all of the trees,
through them I'll arise
from the side of these leaves,
and in the fall
I'll fall again,
there is no reason
to pretend,
i'm floating up consciousness in the end,
the twenty-second time without knowing the
worth,
As long as you have a soul that could
cross the earth,
no whirlwinds
being a teen is not easy in any country,
I don't compare my situations to all,
but in this case..
depression is a ***** and so is karma,
from the nails on my hands to my saliva,
biting them constantly.


©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/06/unknown-22.html
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