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JS May 2017
It is a time to slow down
We sunk in the ocean of love
I wish you could just be around
And not be like a lost glove
Do not get me wrong
I do not want to be free of
I just had it on my tongue...
ALC May 2017
I will strive to be strong in the face of uncertainty
I will survive
And thrive
In the face of uncertainty.
I will hold my head high
Even with a soul so low.
With an abyss opening in front of me
I will not halt my roll
I will walk straight into the unknown.
-ALC May 7 2017
Andrew Crawford Feb 2017
Perhaps all I can ask is that
I carve a path back to my apathy
although my atrophy's
divorce detracts from me
as my degrade is happening
and the capacity for happiness everlastingly lacking.
What is belief but misguided and
more patiently practiced blasphemy?
Yet here I am left with hands half grabbing,
for words gasping, I am practically asking.
Abandoned with no hopes left intact,
momentum caught in trappings,
vices snapping, I prolong a pain, adapting
and what sort of self congratulatory act is that, exactly?
Devin May 2017
Casting waves of pure lore
To line the yielding lips
A heart of splinters like the crown of thorn
Chasing the shade of an eclipse

Shirt drawn open, pulling smoke
Staggered to the racing strait
Tilted head as he spoke
Prose of prayer to the landscape

Pleading to follow the saints
Plunging to kneel like a ribbon to gravity
Make him in canvass and paint
Trace him in the chasm of apathy

As the horizon peaks and pales
He's dizzy with indigo fumes
Abides home by the formidable trail
And cursing the mirthless tune
I don't think I've ever wrote a poem with a rhyme scheme. I usually hate them. But this just kind of flowed out and each line lent itself to the next. Thanks for reading.
Miranda Apr 2017
I can't remember what it feels like to breathe with my own lungs because I have spent too much time making sure all of the oxygen filled everyone else's.
I can't recall the last time I really walked with my own two feet- perhaps it was the first time I ever did so when I didn't even know what feet were. I have spent so many hours on these feet - walking and running and then walking again - on paths and journeys to beautiful destinations that weren't my own.  
I don't know what it's like to see with my own two eyes. I have eyes that see, but not eyes that see for me. I have seen so clearly all of the beauty and all of the pain. I have seen love and I have seen hate - I have seen the problems and found solutions. And I have seen all of the questions and found every single answer, but not for me, never for me.
I have found all of the solutions and all of the answers for all of the lives that I am not living, so have I really found anything at all?

Can I still breathe?
Can I still walk?
Can I still see?
Erin Apr 2017
Your body feels like it is covered in butterflies,
Like every moment I touch it, could be fleeting
That you could disappear within seconds
Your presence feels misleading,

I am holding onto the clothesline of words,
You strung together, for me to hang my hopes on,
Wanting just to be strong, I smile
But who am I trying to convince...

We both know, I would be lost without my butterfly prince
I love you
Angel Apr 2017
A cage with bars wide enough to slip through

but my eyes play tricks
my mind unparalleled
my chest tight
my arms tingle

do I dare let myself throw it up
the uncertain

paralyzed
Pat Apr 2017
Our path is filled with uncertainty
Lost in the maze of lies
Blinded by false images of harmony
True interests will arise

Cries ignored subsequently diminishing
Silent pain causing sadness
Happiness currently dwindling
Entering oblivion while already falling into darkness

Improbability standing in every corner
Ambivalence will surely destroy
Pride tainted leading to deteriorated honor
Forget that awaiting time to rejoice

Distant but present perseverance turning sideways
Experience will transform into rejuvenescence
blue mercury Mar 2017
our once upon a time was
lost on hopeful memories,
dancing in the midst of
the things you wanted to forget.

i want to see you undo it.

my dream-stained heart is in
love with you
my heart races with your
head on my shoulders,
replacing the weight
of the world.

i want to see you undo it.

high voltage in your artsy
fingertips
like a sweet lullaby.
are you okay?

i want to see you but you're not mine.
inspired by the 1975, beautiful boys, and uncertainty
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