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It's too late for me
So heed the warnings I share
When my love clouded mind
Was impaled upon her reality
Her choice was someone else but,
It was more than that
Her choice was to use me
I let myself get used
Still she stole my heart
Cardiac larceny enacted upon me.

This was my choice I say to anyone that will listen
She, the object of my affection, finally released me
Accompanied by the black eye her father gave her
After her mother slammed the door in my face
Instead of being broken together
We mended separately
We grew apart, but in truth
I learned a lesson that day.
I can't allow that pain again
I won't

Once the flood waters erased
What I thought we had
What I thought we were building
The aftermath brought clarity
She never cared like I thought she did
And I cared more for her than I did for myself
So, don't get lost in love
Sometimes it's hard to find your way back
To yourself, to protection
To naiveté
Sydney Ann Apr 2015
Day 2 to no prevail
with infinite available
my thoughts are, going
Idle              
No pressure , Zero gravity
Speaking my mind
In freaking rhymes

I'm bored
Can't even call
up a chord

It's dire,  yet today
I'm impossibly smiling

but I'm afraid
this can only work once
Why?            
the same                                
Dang                            
thing                        
Comes out      
Every time

Bored                      
My train of thoughts
looks like graphite
trains are _  I don't
Know

(The following was written in the margins)
So now I'm
going Sideways
my life is sideways
but no one ever got
anywhere
cool
by
walking
**forward
I found this in my Creative Writing class notebook. I tried to type it up exactly how it was on the page so ^ there it is ;)
Nicole Apr 2015
Dicen que la vida es corta, pero depende de tu perspectiva de vista.
Unos viven la vida ajetreados, agonizando por querer que todo sea completado en un lapso de tiempo. Otros, simplemente dejan que los minutos pasen, viven cada momento de acuerdo a su reloj anatómico, sin prisa alguna. Yo creo que todos debemos tener una lista, sí, una lista de aquellas cosas que te gustarían hacer, clasificadas por las "posibles" y por las que "parecen ser imposibles". Aclaro, nada es imposible... Solo hay que trabajar más duro para alcanzarlas. Muchos, andan creando una vida según sus ideales, pretendiendo que será perfecta, pero nada lo es. Viven encerrados en una burbuja necesitada de una pequeña grieta, sí, una grieta que comenzará a marcar el futuro que los espera en el mundo real una vez su encerrona culmine.Nada es perfecto, eso hay que tenerlo en mente. Habrán días gozosos, llenos de sucesos inesperadamente increíbles, días en los que todo te habrá salido tal y como lo esperabas, le sonreirás hasta al anciano que ves en el estacionamiento, o al niño que está sosteniendo la mano de su madre, cantarás tu canción favorita y bailarás sin cesar.. y lo mencionarás como "El mejor día de tu vida." ¿Quién no ha hecho eso? Sin embargo, habrán otros días en los que sientes que tu cielo se torna gris, pasas por alguna desepción, te sientes mal humarado, tu familia o colegas no te entienden, todo te sale mal, sientes el deseo de gritar, pero te niegas, a veces utilizas el término "desearía desaparecer en estos momentos"... A ese, a ese día lo llamarás de la manera más espeluznante que se te ocurra en el instante, solo para refutar y acentuar lo mucho que lo odiaste. Ahora, pienso yo, ¿por qué a ese día no lo llamas "el mejor de tu vida", al igual que aquellos que parecen haber estado moldeados por ángeles divinos? Piénsalo, ese pudo haber sido "el mejor día de tu vida", pero no te diste la tarea a creerlo. Te encerraste en el hecho de que sentías que todo recaía sobre ti y no te sentaste un momento a pensar que "todo pasa por una razón", como recita el conocido dicho. De eso que te quejas, de esos días tan repugnantes, es cuando más uno aprende. ¿Qué tendría la vida de divertida si todo nos sale "perfecto"? Sea larga o sea corta, hay que aprender a desearla, tanto como esos que no saben si en cualquier segundo pasan a morar. Selecciona cuál es la mejor opción para ti, no para los demás. Ante nubes grises y estruendosas lluvias, resalta un arcoiris que te da esperanza y te enseña que cada día es una nueva oportunidad para alcanzar aquello que hayas anotado en tu lista, sea larga o sea corta, te haya ido bien en el día o "no". Para de quejarte;  comienza a disfrutar y a aprender de todos los ángulos y verás que, al final, cuando las generaciones hayan crecido, tendrás la dicha de contarlo y mencionarlo como uno de *"Los mejores días de mi vida"
think think think

procrastinate
procrastinate
procrastinate

breathe

write write write
Arif Somji Mar 2015
They come they go,
A dime a dozen.
Look all around,
Then you're frozen.
Out of time,
Out of line.
Far from the top,
But that's all fine.
In a moment,
Sooner than later.
Finds you unexpected
Then you start to cater.
It is that simple,
To make an attempt.
Break free from the walls,
It'll start to commence.
The walls look big,
Yet are just hollow.
Make that step,
And see what follows.
Words begin to flow,
Actions become reaction.
Take it slow,
Don't lose your traction.
The ground keeps you down,
When you're up in the sky.
It's actually happening,
Seize the moment before it dies.
Worry not of the outcome,
Rather about the process.
Detach that constant fear,
And forget about the losses.
Written on February 22nd, 2014
Jessika Mar 2015
Hands right,
my temperature is about to disease,
how did we get here?

That exactly isn't what I think...

If I take your shirt out I know what to do when I do,
all I need is a slow move.

If I kiss your neck, my ear it's best place to breath.

Babe, all I do comes deep in.
Babe, all I want to feel it's you in.

But babe, If I look at you, you stare away.
Janielle Mainly Mar 2015
Verses, ebb-n-flow,
My mind, is moving slow,
Everyone should really know,
That they're not the only ones...
No one is the only one...
Marília Galvão Mar 2015
2:28
Live
Feel
Recollect
State of enjoyment
Tranquility.

Words
are
Worth
In reference to William Wordsworth. Concept of "emotion recollected in tranquility"
Lilly Gibbons Feb 2015
A fence keeps them out,
Stroking the makeshift gates
The contents withheld, they will never know.
Blocks, sticks, plastic, tape hide what we shouldn't take
Only in innocence will the wonders unfold.
Bickering of imagined enemies, a friend or a foe?
Concrete upon concrete, blocking reality,
Enabling the disabled creative.
Reaching for nothing's, plotting new crimes,
Against generations above.
Makeshift gates working wonders, doing what you love.
Orderly Queue For Reason.
Standing, talking, laughing, humming,
All familiar pattern of living.
Not looking up or down, Straight will lead to the light.
Direction dictated by someone's saying,
Study backwards, look forward but not too far ahead.
Outside the trees are swaying, branches beating their drums.
Inside the mind is playing but sooner or later succumbs,
To daylight and being and just staying true
To whatever it is that is not misconceived.
The clocks move sideways, their handles reach to control the next phase.
And I being honest, not causing scandal, learn to live in an orderly way.
Do you ever think of verses,
While you're brushing your teeth?
Then repeat them inside your head,
As if you're counting sheep?
You rush into your room,
And scribble the lines down.
Do you?
I do.

Do you ever think of things to say,
Not caring if it wants to be heard?
You just get some thoughts together.
Then you pick at some of the words.
And In this wonderful world,
You have the choice to be silent,
While shouting out your emotions.
You don't have to like talking.
You just write things down.
Poetry it becomes.
Soulfully yours and meaningful to more than one.

The poems might just come to you.
Or you might have to think.
But however you come up with it,
You'll be making beauty.
You'll be an artist in control.

Wouldn't we all love to know,
That through this we have power.
The ability to gather thoughts,
And turn them into flowing poems.
That our words can be effective.
That they don't just comfort us.
If we knew they made others feel things,
Relate or understand.
Well that would be fantastic.
That's what we all want to hear.
To be told someone's enjoyed it,
Or that it made them shed a tear.
Knowing that someone understood.
That someone's complimenting how you use words.
It's an amazing feeling.
Especially when poetry's what your so close to.
You owe it all the world.
So someone's compliment,
Would brighten up your days.

If you are a poet,
Then you might understand this.
But we are all different.
We understand different things.
What one could write,
Others may not be able to read.
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