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Rezium Aug 2018
Soar
I love to see you fly.
But don't count on me, as they say.
Cause you're the one with wings at the end of the day.

So it's been said that it's natural in us,
To fly high and look so mighty in sky
While millions of others are letting life pass by.
I tell you it's the biggest lie that everyone here can fly.

A hunt to take us down usually succeeds but doesn't get us all.
Sometimes it's because we are already falling to our deaths.
Sometimes we just wanna give in.

You see us run into cars and run into windows.
We just let it take us down cause we're either too caught up in the moment or it's just being caught in our arrongance.

It's just something that's just happening to us.
We can control how we fly or live but in the end...
Our path can lead us in a a path of wrong and hurt.
And it's sometimes just out of our hands...
I miss my bird a lot. But the more I look at it, were more alike than I could ever think.
eleanor prince Aug 2018
windmills turn
slicing days
as prescribed

moving water
as they do
set troughs

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

grids buckle
like we're
trapped

live chequered lives
without ourselves
on deck

though paths
with every step
trod blind

at close of day
did we not take
that road

for steering wheel
this hand
grabbed

let's harness Self
remove the screen
and see

in this precinct
or yonder place
we've opted for

we took a route
with outcome
flawed
so often it seems easier to remain the victim - we aren't really seeing we are ultimately responsible for what we think and do
Sanjali Aug 2018
16
-Supposed To Survive-

I cannot understand
If I am weak or patient,
I cannot understand
What I should think.
Is it okay if I let life play
Or do I fight with all my will?

Wise people would say
'There’s a time for each way',
But how am I, the unwise,
Supposed to decide?
How am I, the fool,
Supposed to survive?
Sometimes my life seems to be wrapped around these lines.
Gale L Mccoy Jul 2018
i took a walk in the rain
found paths turned to streams
and crossed before the eyes
of those hiding from the rain

i might have dropped my body
in the running waters
on my way back

my heads so full of air
with no body to pull me down
i'm stuck floating away
Anthony Mayfield Jul 2018
Marching ahead
Broken paths we trek
Dare we try again?
Onward, Homestead

Let us trudge ahead
And never bow our heads
Even in death
We’ll make it to the Homestead
The journey to where we ultimately belong is perilous, but one way or another we will make it.
awknight Jul 2018
fragments of shadows found in between my finger tips
and your collar bone
provide safety in breathing
in tracing
reciprocating souls find a home
in exchange of glances and
colorful explosions followed by gentle,
studious hands.  
reify things only dreamt of or written about
in tales of gods and poetry of the rich man.

leave the rest of the world adust
as they fall in their intentions --
in their questions,

we write among the stars
what they could not dare to fathom
as we all look toward a single sky.
fs yousaf Jul 2018
Every passing year
you look back and tell yourself
that you will not be
as naive as you used to be.
but those promises never stick,
as new challenges arrive.
Thrusting you onto paths
you have never taken,
testing parts of yourself
that you have never noticed.
Danial John Jun 2018
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Formats not perfect, but then again neither is life...
Anna May 2018
It becomes something different when you don’t have to talk every day.
But still whenever we grab the phone, when one of us calls, nothing has changed and nothing will.
That’s the thing when it has been long enough.
We won’t need every day or every week, it’ll be enough with once in a while.
Every life is different so is ours, but while life changes,
while we change, one bond doesn’t necessarily have to.
We’ll still walk alongside each other, no words need to be spoken because we ’ll know, that no matter what, we’ll be there, when the need occurs.
Anna May 2018
It’s months with unspoken words
and still somehow when we meet again
our friendship never lost it’s worth
It’s something I still can’t quite comprehend

We speak for hours between diapers and demands
and laugh in the afternoon light
You’ll be the cause of euphoria when no one else can
And again everything will be alright

It’s amazing how life still goes on
Leads us down different paths
But still we make it work, we keep strong
and respect each other with careful hands.
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