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I fear
To loose a friend
So I don't make

But the Soulmates
They never
Get lost
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Art Of Living
Osii Sep 17
Darlin' don't be afraid
For loving is not a risk at all.
Its a risk not to.

Get out of the shallow waters
And dive in to the deep end
If you think you're gonna sink
Think about what happens

if you swim.
We must always sacrifice something in order to realize it's true love.
Maybe she's a better fit
Maybe you can handle it
Cause maybe her dreams aren't quite as big

Maybe she's a better fit
Maybe you won't hold against
Me how easy it is to fall for friends

Maybe she's a better fit
Maybe this is for the best
And she'll teach you things that I couldn't

Maybe she's a better fit
Maybe I needed this
To see her in my place so I could love again

Maybe she's a better fit
Maybe you and I weren't it
But I'll always believe that we were worth the risk
Lyn-Purcell Aug 18

love is
a gamble,
I'll give all I
have or nothing at all to feel your warmth

Tried out a new form of poetry, a tetractys, which was invented by Ray Stebbing.
It consisted of 5 lines and with the syllabic count of 1-2-3-4-10.
I tried this out now with a quote I've had written for a while now,
and it fits!
I may try a double and triple tetractys poem later, haha!
It feels so good to try different forms of writing!
Be back soon with more!
Much love,
Lyn x
Michael Ryan Aug 17
We will always take for granted
the unreal people
that filter through our lives
each and every day,
where motion pictures
show us to never give up.

The irony is that it's not faux people
that lead us to believe in magic,
it was the real people behind the fake
that chose to keep the music flowing.

Who knows who they really are;
it doesn't matter when it's about
life or living for nothing.

If there's something to learn -
it's to learn to take chances.

Doing nothing is simple and tedious.
Opportunity is purpose and effortless.

Risk less, chance more.
Not much of a coherent thought, but it's better to do something than nothing?  I can work in a convenience store  for the rest of my life; saying, "the opportunity never came for me to do something else", or I can be humbled that I did TRY.
Phil Bailey Aug 8
I had a lovely little drone
and every chance I had,
I'd fly so high, up to the sky
in weather good or bad.

I'd push the limits further,
and every time I flew,
my boldness knew no limits.
My confidence - It grew!

I'd fly until "connection lost"
and RTH* kicked-in;
a feature oh so good at hiding
multitudes of sin!

And so, more reckless did I grow
more daring I became.
I mocked the regulations
and derided them as "lame"!

And then, one chilly, blustery day,
I set forth to the beach.
I flew my drone out to an island,
almost out of reach.

The wind, it changed direction
and turned into a gale.
My lovely drone fought valiantly,
but nature did prevail.

A watery grave engulfed my drone
in cold and wicked sea.
I lost my lovely little drone
and little drone lost me.

So now I cry and save my cash
and count the days 'til when
I'll buy a lovely brand new drone
and do it all again!!!

* An automated "Return To Home" feature.
Drone flying is my latest passion. I started last April and found it a good way to pass time while social distancing and a good distraction from the craziness of the world. I haven't actually lost my drone yet, as the poem may imply... I'm just hoping the my poem isn't prophetic!
José Vaca Aug 6
Mirando el fuego me pregunto, que decidirás hacer? Tirarte entre las llamas y como loco aprender? La lumbre no quema; da vida y nuevo poder. La luz limpia y sana - espíritu y alma - alimento necesario para poder crecer.
Que harás, me pregunto?
Me quemarme completo y de ceniza lograre todo lo imposible haciendo el mundo ver que un loco no es loco por hacer lo que muchos nunca hacen.
Me muevo con confianza, bailando con las llamas.
Turquoise waters cradled by an unknown guardian filled itself with the emerald rainwaters...

By the day, it appeared as an ever expanding expanse of a jewel encrusted crown that belonged to no queen...

But at night,the very same radiated conspiracy with its violet aura and indigo rocks that wove a sinister garment about it...

Reflecting the mysterious heavens in the mirror of its being...

But inspite of the heart often went drowning into the fathomless bottoms to glimpse the unseen glitters... by the day...

And at night, the heart often chased the dreams dancing an unheard melody in a boat...over the lagoon full of stars...!
This poem is about the way in which we  strive to pursue our dreams... Regardless of drowning or risking ourselves in the lurking dangers along the way...Because when light flickers at the end of the path... The darkness of the way is little thought of... Thank you so much for reading this! ❤
Getting out of one’s comfort zone,
Trying out travelling alone,
Making decisions that are risk-prone,
Is no doubt difficult - like trying to live without a phone!

Often leads to breakdowns,
Often makes one look like a clown
And often makes one frown.

But then if one doesn’t live for these things,
They are just like a bird without wings.
Even if their day-to-day life doesn’t sting,
They miss out on life and all that it brings.
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