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Arke May 30
If all good things must come to an end
Then the nightmare of losing you is forever
Silver May 18
the steam of the shower holds your face
like a pillow.

pushing out the smog, clutter in your head
billowing around you and thawing out
the raw thoughts that you try to freeze over.

the endless patter of hot rain that
cleanses, but also
hurts
in that it's one of the only
honest sounds you'll ever hear
(outside of love.)

the moment you step out into the humid, mediated
atmosphere of a cooling room
the water dripping off your arms,
your hair,
your face,
making you anew.

but as everyone does, you wipe the mirror clear
to see your face, and know that despite life,
it's still you.

it changes you, yet proves your you-ness more than anything else.
Don't be afraid to bloom.
Don't be afraid to be a late bloomer.
Don't be afraid to be a late, late bloomer.
Don't be afraid to be the last,
Late bloomer.
All there is to know,
Is that you will bloom,
And there is nothing to fear.
I still don't have my license.
Matterhorn Nov 2018
Ever think that the world
Does nothing but tear us up
And beat us down
Because it knows that it is just
A ball of dirt
And we are made of stars?
© Ethan M. Pfahning 2018
As this world degrades,
And we've had enough of the old ways.

I can only wonder what becomes,
After this new birth,
Decays.

I know this world's rules,
And those before,

And I may know of what comes next,

But I will not know what rules,
As they call the next of next,

The fool.
Johan Nel Jul 2018
I heard a song with a mighty beat,
sung by a woman with a powerful voice,
in a friend of my father's car.
She sang about a crossroads and the devil,
she sang about life.

Then, I heard Fast Car in the same car, I remember vividly.

Many things that have formed me, I experienced at my father's side when he was still walking the earth.
I learned about kindness.
I learned about yearning for knowledge.
I learned how to polish my shoes and clip my nails.

These memories came to bring its clarity in the shower when a song was playing and my mind was running in a maze of reflection.

And now I'm just listening to Tracy again:
                    
                        "All that you have is your soul..."
© Johan Nel 2018.07.12
LodHi-HidLo-LoLo Feb 2018
What is the best time to think?
Many ponder existence in bed at night,
others contemplate life in the shower,
some question their knowledge in the dark with a nightlight.

What will school be like tomorrow?
Maybe I'll fail my Spanish test,
perhaps I'll make a new friend,
english will be boring, but in APUSH I'll try my best.

Why do I worry over everything?
I must learn to chill out,
I need to sleep sooner,
or I'll be up and about.

When will I do my homework?
There's tomorrow afternoon,
in bio before school,
or maybe at midnight in the light of the moon.

Why don't I have any friends?
I know I'm not amusing.
I don't try very hard,
in the game of life, I'm losing.

Why should I rhyme with every stanza?
It's not a given rule,
it's just my OCD,
just this time i will ignore it.

Why do I get these shower thoughts?
They just pop into my mind.
When I turn on the water,
I never know what I'm going to find.
Based on personal experience
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