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NAL Jan 26
I've realized everyone tells me to
let go and never look back;
but it makes me hold on tighter to
what we ha(d)(ve).
[draft] 11/09/20
I still hold onto
what I no longer have
CarolineSD Jul 2020
I like to still my heart in the lake,

Turn my face to the turquoise sky
And let each mountain rise along the shorelines and I am

Suspended in weightless space;
A resting place between sunlight and a blacker deep.

I turn my cheek to the caress of the water's
Firm hands that
Permeate my heart with love.  

A wild, alpine forest rises above


You are the only one

Whose arms

Around my soul

Will ever  be

annh May 2020
I want to fall into myself - to leave should’s, must’s,
and need to be’s scattered inconsequentially in my wake.

I want to dive deeply - to loosen my shoulders,
relax my arms, and slacken my griping fingers.

I want to uncoil my imagination - to revel in a crystal night sky,
a cool breeze, and a pink moon rising.

I want to meet the nomad - solitary, suspended in a sky-borne
playa, and blazing a trail to infinity.

'In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.'
- Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays
Yanamari Jan 2020
I'm sorry but I'm
Thankful all the same
I wanted and yet
You weren't above
The values that I hold dear
And as these values
Continue to slip away
Along with
Everything else
I do not regret
The choices I've made

I am not a creature who regrets
And yet I know when that day comes
I will
Amanda Feb 2018
The truth can be a double edged sword
Your truth
Our truth
It tore a hole
A hole so deep I’m perpetually falling

Grasping for anything to help
To save
To stop
To change the direction
But instead I fall deeper

To a place so full of doubt
Of confusion
Of sadness
Of wishing things were different
But I’m falling with this truth

And it’s surrounding me
Like the wind
Like the sun
Like the ground that never seems to come
Falling, falling, falling

They say lying is shallow
Is wrong  
Is cruel
Is evil
But I would’ve liked that more
Because shallow is safer than a hole so deep
I have a heart
That in my chest
Beats like a madman
’Gainst the bars
Of the gaol cell
That keeps it
Like a bird encaged
From its mate

I wear a heart
Right on my sleeve
That beats towards you
Like a bird
That’s driven south
When winter calls
And knows no
Other destination
Inspired by the excessive use of the word and metaphor ‘bird’ by Lisa Hannigan in her songs. Thanks, Lisa.
Meg B Mar 2016
Lying motionless on the sofa,
eyes fixated on the gray and purple cat clock perched on the mantle,
watching apathetically as the second hand
click click clicks,
stuck in place as the hour and the minute hands
sit sit sit,
as if intentionally to keep time from passing;
sit sit sitting
lie lie lying
stuck in place,
click click clicking
in my mind,
so debilitated that
I can't even feel the passage of time,
the clock intentionally refraining from counting minutes so are empty.
Ethan Moon Jun 2015
Ocean wind pastel sky city swept away

Birds suspended floating puppets

Trees in twilight buildings

Dim lit busy urban jungle waters undulating

Waves wave when where whence I why

Eye see sea glimmering forevers

Drag on apartment glow worlds

Lofty hologram wish love here stay star

Beautiful things hollow center
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