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Wesley A Mar 2017
If I should never return
Let your mind turn from grief
And your eyes be dry of tears.
Although it may be hard to understand
Why I am no longer part of your life
I hope you never think.........................

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Hannah Feb 2017
I'm going to live
in a house by the sea,
to gaze at the water,
and find peace
within me.
I'm going to wander,
the shores of forever,
to collect little sea shells
that hold secrets of thunder.
I'm roaming the shore,
to hear the sea roar,
with its kindness,
and power,
it cries forever more.
It's a place to find peace,
beneath its blue deep,
but it will swallow you whole,
if you perceive it as weak.
It's a place of wonder,
with its swimming baby flounders,
with its sand dollars,
and salmon,
its salty blue water.
If you gaze at it long enough,
you'll stare at it forever,
and finally find peace,
within all its wonder.
This sea has been rolling,
it's older than thunder.
It has wisdom for those,
who respect all its power,
but it takes lying on its shores,
when you are seeking shelter,
and resting your head
when you're in need of slumber.
This place is a refuge
in the heat of summer.
You can gaze at the water,
and swim with the flounders,
or lay there,
and dream,
lost in its wonder,
in these rolling tides
of salty blue water.
I'm going to the sea.
Poetic T Jan 2017
The warped woods were unique in there standing,
as when a certain assentation was perceived they
would no longer reach for that unattainable  
objective of what was beyond there ambition.

So they would seek in sense the joining of there
aspirations to be more than what was perceived.
When one of such long longevity was to be entangled
with another then a connection was implemented.

In the holds of a veil, only stars shine on the appendages
that wait with leafs of needing of daylights caressing.
But as night slept within that moment a conjunction
of seeding woke upon the dawns yawning.

The aurora swept over the conjoined branches that while
separate were void of happening. Upon the moments
that the rays of sunrise kisses caressed everywhere,
then the destitute became vibrant and what wasn't was.

The Woods were of two root systems, when conjoined
whisper's of the planets  echoes where opened and a
footstep was a milestone of miles instead of impressions.
the animals were like children playing upon this system.

Always making sure that when the sun decided it was time
for its rays of life to sleep that they were back at the focal
point. Those not lost were sleeping well, but those that
were eclipsed as night suffocated the land of sight were stranded.

With every motion of the warped woods, each day was a
verity of randomness. But each was cautious of there time
so not to linger in lost solitude, to never taste the air of there
homeland. The woods of everywhere but steps to the unknown.
Roxanne Paola Jan 2017
upon arrival
my luminescent eyes savour the landscape
I count the little differences
try to find something as unique as each individual
mole and freckle on your body
that I know so well
I gaze at the sea as if I could just reach out
and embrace it
I climb ancient hills and try not to step
on your haunches
this sheer simplicity overwhelms my being
I return flustered and anxious
I drive home past hideous edifices
with tears in my throat
an explorer longs for her spontaneity
until next time
Kewayne Wadley Dec 2016
I don't want to leave you,
But in order to better myself I'm afraid I have to.
Mama told me that it'll be days like this.
Daddy told me to learn from everyone you meet.
Shirt now folded, tucked in a bag beneath the bus.
To much disdain, I have to leave now.
Here on the open road traveling down every thought.
A window seat to the world. Open and vast.                                             First person view.
A introvert paused next to a bag lady whom resembles the woman I found in you.
Not too much to say.
Revisiting these old roads etched in my mind.
The thing about memorization.
You always seem to go back when least expected.
Another birth control pill. A baby trying to survive abortion.
A layered bowl of chili in a old diner across the street of an old country town.
High rise wires always seem the same either direction you go
Rachel Dyer Dec 2016
How would he want you to act?
A small voice whispered in my ear.
Stop obsessing over the simple fact
Yes, you are all alone with no one to love you near
Yes, you're quite afraid
But he knows the strength within you
Apparently better than you do.
He knows your brain cuts like a razor blade
Show the world the strength he sees.
Admire the way the winter leaves freeze.
Just Breath.

Why does it matter I want to scream.
Why does his opinion matter so much?
Because maybe just maybe this one is on your team.
And he doesn't want you to use your fear as a crutch.
Because he makes you proud.
And there is now a longing to do the same.
To show him, and this bustling crowd,
your deep-seated roaring flame.

So I held my head high
and I went where I had never gone before,
With a mental battle cry.
Because I am his lioness hear me roar.
Kewayne Wadley Nov 2016
Let's go somewhere far,
Somewhere where I'd hold you tight.
Hand in hand.
Wherever you'd like.
Whether train or plane.
An automobile or an boat.
Either way will be home in justification.
Journeying through each other's eyes, a different aspect of seeing things brand new.
A single step becoming wholesome
Just for the sake of getting up and getting out.
The feelings that dwell within
Escaping out.
Anywhere with you, to be perfectly honest. 
Venturing abroad in living, breathing color.
Heads leaned against each other in excitement,
The comfort of toes covered in warm sand.
Sculpting each and every memory.
The sun becoming a spec in the horizon.
Exploring every wish, every dream we've found within reach.
The feel of every couch cushion.
Misplaced nickels, dimes.
Caressing the weight of weary legs.

A earth tone colored pattern. 
The lobby of every room folded In the brochure of our heart.
All in the autobiography of us.
To live, to breathe in the essence of where the ocean sprays against the gleam of your shades.
The hull of yachts splashing against the oncoming waves.
The ripeness of fresh fruit served at local vendors hidden from the sun harvested by kind hands.
The only thing missing is a good pair of shoes.

Or perhaps lay here with you just a bit longer
Elaina Jan 2014
Traveling through lives
knowing, yearning, eager. One
Our two souls entwined
STLR Oct 2016
Blank...a blank world a blank canvas...its

Time to fill it up and paint a new planet

Blank words called spaces I write them

Down, now I’m space traveling

Illustrations are still scribbled...and

Sketches are still massive.... nothing is

Learned in a frozen room

I call it stilled classes

I'm diving in a dreams slip stream with my slick glasses

Visions of intermissions after the actor perform actions,

Insights and intuitions are known...from the crying actress

Results are all scripted...we attack with flying backflips

Its...like a car in reverse so I hit that backshift quick

Stay away from the snake never kiss those acid lips.

Suddenly I become a target on that hit list

what is he talking about? Why is he such a misfit?

So it continues down the field like I kicked it

I think it's time to make a deal in 5 minutes

And what I say makes no cents like poor pigeons

But I do have a big sense of smell like am Nixon

My minds a broken table it needs fixing
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