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Elise Jackson Aug 2017
there are always so many questions.
there are so many answers, but they never line up.

your atmosphere is humid, sticky.
repugnant.

in the belly of the forest is where you roam, sometimes i hear you calling for me.
calling for me to come back.

you tell me you're dying, but you always were.

"help me. i need you."

an ego to feed, a mental disorder to ignore.
a natural born leader, an attention seeker.

you relished when we called you god, you bathed in the fact that we followed your orders.

and i hate admitting that i believed you for so long.
i hate admitting that i trusted you.

you're nothing but the mud you lie in.

sticky.

repugnant.
bones Aug 2017
Isn't it strange,
How the people who keep you alive;
The people who make life worth living,
Are the very same people who will drive you to the edge?

//I used to think loving you was a distraction from the anxiety and the sadness,
But I guess loving you was the very source from where that sadness and anxiety came from.//
I miss you.
Lyvana Nyx Aug 2017
I dont need anything
Not really,
Not from you.
Despite my heart
And its ****** tears,
My mind knows
Its inevitable truth.

But

My curiosity burns
About who
And other questions
I can no longer ask
So be ever more ink bold
And perhaps,
In time,
the story will unfold
Sentences are words making love.
Filling paper or screen with letters of adoration
Meaning and content overflowing
Descriptions and senses brought together in words.

Yet what is making love?
Can you manufacture love?
What does making love feel like?
Is there a difference between a **** and making love?

Love, that profoundly tender passion
Love wants attention
Love wants commitment
Love wants,and wants and wants.

Love is not just a noun it is a verb to be acted upon
Love is commitment
Love is creation
Writing is creation.
© JLB
16/08/2017
01:28 BST
Star BG Aug 2017
Are you willing to let go of old beliefs your ancestors carried?

Ready to break the mold to sculpt a masterpiece with clay of life?

Ready to expand in heart
to have all your desires manifest?

I'm ready
to move aurthenticly
with my attributes, dreams,
purpose, and focus.

I'm ready
to jump into waters
To glide over waves under sun.

Yes, to my questions
laid out like map.
Yes to life.
Just playing in the playground of words to share.
Star BG Aug 2017
What happens when you learn
to live by the compass of the heart
and follow the road map of love
which includes
Compassion, Non-judgement, and Joy?

You live a peaceful energizing
amazing life full of
your dreams and miracles.
just playing with the word questions
Nadia Aug 2017
Why
Why oh why
Do the trees obey me
Why oh why
Do the skies orbit me
Why oh why
Does my flames shine brighter than many
Why oh why
Is the rain so willing to help me
Why oh why
Do living creates depend on me
Yet my one true love
Sits on the opposite sides of me
And as we unite
Once in 365 days
A day to ourselves is added
We release nothingness
Utter darkness
Our love is a dark whole
neko-nae Aug 2017
backwards progress
like the clock has lost
it's purpose &
decided to join the circus

**** it--

the effort has been perilous and i thought it would be alright just to hear your voice and feel your love and remember what we were working for but i'm stressed and nervous and what if i was wrong and we can't do this and it's just a solo road ahead until the landscape becomes smoother i just don't know--



i want to believe it's going to work out,
but i'm expending energy on it
that i don't have to expend worrying
when i dragged myself through
the grocery store after work and bought yarn,
the simplest of tasks
were the most soul-wrenchingly exhausting
& i want to go to bed--

is this what we need?
would you be better without me?
would i be better without you?
it hurts me to even ask
since i'd like to believe
i know what love feels like
but then maybe i'm not a good example--


there's this place
in my head far away,
my higher self lives there
in this magic forest,
Totoro and i could be kindred spirits
of thick, moist forest air
that rejuvenates the soul
just to smell the abundance,
the lust for everything & want for nothing--

i'd like to say things are getting easier


but i don't know much these days--
Spirals can be painful when you can't find the end.
Jas Aug 2017
Why can't I be in control?
At night I rake my eyes across the sky and see the moon shiver
Then, I always know.

But why when the sun takes morning shift do I forget?
The war drum sirens signal fire -
My body hasn't caught up with it yet.

I'm not "happy to have forgotten you."
My inner peace arose from beneath heavy rain fall
My mind is stagnant and taunt
It carries hazy reminders of voices raised, killing each other

Yes, I remember you.
I just prefer to keep it void of color and let all else burn vividly.
Tyler Matthew Aug 2017
When did our homes become
tombs?
When did our truths become
lies?
When did our hearts become
stones?
When did our laughs turn to
cries?

When did our men become
gods?
When did our gods become
men?
When did this world become
someone's?
When, oh when, oh when?
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