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It might be said:

So I depart,
Without really departing,
For my adherence to the state of removal
Is not well developed.

As arrogant as the next upcoming minister,
I care not about my future,
As of now…
And only now.

My departure, conclusion, resolution,
To this journey many classify as the beginning of life,
Had never felt more diverse than my
Days during the Weekend.

And it is so,
That I have already departed…
And I have not anything to lose…
But where do I go?
She thought she knew her way.
Shaleek Mar 6
I always wished one day I could just be FREE
yelling to myself to just let me be FREE
FREE from pain
FREE from hurt
FREE from insecurities
FREE from me
but the FREE I want isn't the ordinary FREE
FREE from oppression
FREE from tears
FREE from fears
FREE from me
just one day I just want to let me be FREE
FREE to express
FREE to speak
FREE to love
FREE to be me
but if I let me be FREE I wouldn't actually be FREE
because the FREE in me never tends to see itself be FREE
FREE loves instead of wanting and needing to be loved
FREE leans not onto own insecurities
FREE isn't feared to cry tears
FREE speaks and isn't afraid to express
but will my FREE tend to see the FREE that needs to be FREE
will FREE see the need to set FREE, FREE
maybe one day i'll be FREE
FREE to laugh
FREE to smile
FREE to believe
FREE to be me
maybe one day, just once, the FREE within me would acknowledge that FREE yearns to be FREE
but instead  my FREE tends to see FREE as FREE to be trapped within me
FREE notices imperfections and embraces them unlike me
FREE!
FREE!
FREE!
but until my FREE doesn't acknowledge itself as FREE
FREE will forever and always be trapped inside of me never to be FREE!
i just want to let me be FREE
FREE!
Its a very confusing poem but you have to see the word free as two different stand points fighting at each other. Focus on the words I, Myself, My, and Free. I have been through so much to the point that my mental see's the meaning of Free so differently then I have perceived it to be. Sometimes freedom of self is all you need and this is what I wanted.
This poem was written October 6, 2013, ENJOY!
Skywlkr Feb 8
I May be Stranded but......
I Feel Better than I had been.......
Stuck on a Train I Begin to Feel The Pain Causing my Heart Plenty of Strain the Reason for my Issue is Too hard to Explain.
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But now off the Train and Standing in the Rain,,  <^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^>
Can't Remember what my Mind was Sayin, it Must have just been Playin,,,
But how to get Home "I Dont Know" so I just Start Prayin,,,,,,,,,,
Yep ****** travelling but at same time it leads to some random adventures being stranded hahahhaha aw what!
Dylan Jan 20
Why do I write?
Why expect anyone to read?
Perhaps I want to help,
but am I the right choice?
/
Am I right to have confidence?
Should I lack it instead?
Am I a Frost, a Poe,
or someone forever unknown?
/
Will this ever be discovered?
Will my private thoughts become public?
If they are private, WHY am I still writing?
Do I want people to know?
/
Help me.
Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I’m humming so that I can’t hear them
But they can hear me
And hate my humming
But how else do I cope?
Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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SomeOneElse Dec 2018
Sitting at the restaurant
Eating with your friends
Suddenly you realize
You're in for a surprise
Hiding under your table
Hiding from your friends
I'm hoping to have some fun
Trying to make you ***
You try not to make a face
You try not to grin
Hope no one will make a fuss
If someone catches us
As i start to spread your legs
And kissing your thigh
My tongue moves to lick your ****
Can't get enough of it
You begin to lose control
As I'm eating you
Trying not to come undone
As you begin to ***
I am still not done with you
After you have cummed
I continue licking you
Until ****** two
Time to leave the restaurant
And to start act 2
In the limo off we go
You're my girl, I'm your beau
You take off all of your clothes
And kneel before me
Seeing just how hard i am
You ****** me with your hand
You then start ******* my ****
Making me feel great
Pleasing me until I'm done
You swallow all my ***
Both of us in ecstasy
Living out this fantasy
Just another fantasy put to pen and paper to get it out of my head
lovelywildflower Oct 2018
what if it's not me that you want but the idea of not being lonely?
what if you don't want me?
what if you leave me?
what if you find someone better?
what if you break me?
what if you change your mind?
what if you find something you don't like?
what if you meet me and i'm not the one?
what if someone finds us and tears us apart?
what if, what if, what if
what if i lose you?
PMc Sep 2018
Last day on the job meant ensuring lines were tight,
tanks filled, hoses pumped,
     boots heavy, dry

Days of volunteering had long gone, years ago
hours of training, gym time, study time,
little time to rest, scant time for family,
     or friends fishing

Last day on the job meant sleeping light
ready for alarm’s alarming alarm,
pushing through lack of sleep,
ever conscious of the task
     the task

Route to the alarm during last day on the job
allowed a precious moment spent wondering about
stretching a fifty-thousand dollar city pension
through twelve months with sufficient money left for
moderate vacations, finishing the basement (finally),
trading in the beater for a “new-to-them” pick-up.

Colleagues wept openly during the last day on the job.
The hardest moments were spent
with the crew Captain making the long walk up the driveway
to break the news to his wife about
     his last day on the job.



Last day in the city was spent with laces tight,
hockey bag full, fans pumped,
     stick taped, dry

Years of minor leagues were well past due
training program’s ritual, airline schedules,
****** steak dinners in greasy spoons
left little time for autographs, rookie card poses,
     or friends fishing

Last day in the city meant sleeping late
through three time zones, restless in anticipation of front desk’s
wake-up call.


On route to the game during last day in the city
included hushed coach and trainer meetings
with news about trades,
draft picks, adequate compensation
including a five-hundred-thousand dollar signing bonus,
full-cost moves, maybe a trophy wife

The hardest moments of that day
were spent withholding tears
during a dealership visit with his girlfriend
to cancel the BMW lease on
     the last day in the city.
I have struggled for years about not paying adequate salaries to firefighters, police, teachers, soldiers and others who do our public bidding - yet we have no trouble paying MILLIONS for someone taking part in the business of sport.  I get it and I understand it (I think) and still struggle with it.
youphoria Sep 2018
sometimes when i am in public
i get spacey
and observe everyone
and their actions

these people around me
i'm not like them
or maybe they're not like me

they seem so careless and
i seem so uptight

then i just try to relax
my shoulders
because they are all the way up to
my ears

letting this anxiety get the best of me is one of my biggest fears
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