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Ady Jul 2014
There's a box out back
Where? I don't know,
and yet I've fallen here
in the infinite dark of:
"Lost and (not) Found."
Again I apologize for my abscence I will try and post regularly!
Love you all for still keeping up with me haha...
Lani Foronda Jun 2014
It's like there are stars above the horizon
And below the depths.
Double the wishes
Double the possibilities
Double the chances.
I pass over clusters of stars
Bunched up together as a family.
In this hazy atmosphere
They shine bright
As a whole
And mark the path for
Wanderers
and
Travelers.
June 2013/June 2014
Clindballe Jun 2014
I'm walking in a field with green grass and pretty white flowers. The air is fresh and a cold breeze comes carrying the sound of birds singing. The sun is shining in the middle of the cloudless sky, so I squint my eyes. Wandering around in my own thoughts I find myself lost. I walk trough a shrubbery, with thorns and branches sticking out everywhere. As I walk my way trough I tumble down on my knees. I stand up with bruised knees and hands, realizing that I'm on the other side of the shrubbery, where the grass is gone. Only soil and molehills. The sun is hidden behind gray clouds and black shadows are circling around. A shadow comes dashing towards me. It lands right in front of my feet. It looks up at me with it's glistening red eyes. There's something so familiar, so tempting about it as it says the words:
*welcome back home.
Written: June 18. - 2014
I surrender my heart,
for it has a goal,
to feel what's real,
pure, and whole.

The palace is clean,
and calling my colours.

& A rainbow will be,
in each corner of me.
For I, For You.
For Once, For Truth.

I will put ALL of me in my Kiss.

Orenda rests in the crystal mist.

& I will delve into the lips,
Of vulnerable places.
Letting go of me.
New water is invasive.
With the levels so deep,
Resting between,
Your forever speech,
And crystalline,
Bridge of Senses.
We're on the fence of,
Time and Space.

& I move through your Kiss, yes,

Tacenda rests on your lips.
Selcouth::unfamiliar.rare.strange.and.yet.marvellous.
Orenda::mystical.force.present.in.all.people.that.empowers.them.
to.affect.the.world.or.to.effect.change.in.their.own.life.
Tacenda::things.better.left.unsaid.matters.to.be.passed.over.in.silence.
Wednesday May 2014
They say home is wherever you lay your head at night
That must be true
because my former house has a lock on the door now;
a lock to keep me out.

I never realized this is how it is to be homeless,
the endless wandering of a place to rest at night
the endless cycle of hunger and
thirst and
protection

I walk out of work with not a place to be in the world
and if I’m being honest it should frighten me.

I am a wanderer.

I have no sense of direction,
no moral pull,
nothing to lose and everything to gain.

I have this endless feeling of discomfort and
an airy breeze where the good in my heart and soul should be.

I am a girl, not a very beautiful or talented one.

I belong to anyone who belongs to everyone.

Home is where I rest my head for a night.

Home is a backseat
Home is a smoke filled room at 2 am
Home is a parking garage
Home is a strangers bedroom

Home is a feeling rather than a location,
but those who have a lock and key and
a mortgage fee will never understand.
I am homeless, but I am free.
I've always been a lost soul,
striving to find some piece of mind.

Only caring for the things that inspire me;
lighting up my fires and burning down in a flash.

I live for the rush of the moment,
I seek endless adventures and enjoy the sensations they give me.

I don't know what's good for me, darling
and the truth is *I don't wanna know.
AmberLynne Apr 2014
Forgive my hands
for their wandering ways. 
It's simply that I could spend
the rest of my days
exploring every part of you. 
Running my fingertips
gently across your skin
just to feel the sensation 
of you over and again.
4.28.14
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