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laura Jul 2019
The time has finally come,
it feels like I've been waiting,
and waiting,
and waiting.
It's finally a time,
where I can forget about everything,
and just have fun.
My church camp that happens once a year is finally here. Best time of the year
RedD Sep 2018
The wait is agony
Yet ecstasy too
Just knowing that soon
We will be together
Holding on to feelings
That are so strong
That I want to share
Let me in
Let me feel
What you feel
I will give you mine
When you are ready
I will wait
In agony
For ecstasy
The first piece I wrote. A recent thing to deal with life I suppose.
Even looking at this piece I see a lot has changed but still don't know whats in store
namannagarhere Jul 2018
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
Mark Lecuona Nov 2016
I'm not waiting for anything
Though that's not really true
What am I missing anyway
Only the last romance

I can't start what can never end
At least not until I'm willing
I'm acting like such an adult
Can you love a child?

I'm not detached anymore
The lake is mine now
I finally decided I belong
I see the path is you

Walking alone is being free
My thoughts know no distraction
It's as if everyone agrees with me
If only I could

I want to show you around
I have to not be afraid
It's not like flying in a plane
It's losing you

I forgot how it all works
I think I need you to say it
I'm can take it from there
But I can wait
Im done with waiting
Im over crying
I don't believe a word you say
Ive had my heart broken many times
By your broken promises
I should of learned a long time ago
Not to let myself fall for your words
Adrián Poveda Sep 2015
Tengo el tiempo de barrera entre despertar y mirar las estrellas y que la casualidad no me ponga unas nubes, personas plagadas de nuevas maneras.

Todos guardan un cuento que se actúa de forma diferente en cada situación, de igual forma tenemos esencia y algunos tenemos conciencia que puede ser borrada por bombas de hielo o soles de amor.

La velocidad de la luz hace difícil esperar, calculo que hay dos horas que solo pasan a la velocidad del sonido y las paso dormido porque sueño despierto.

Llego al atardecer entre siluetas del pasado, las fotos del verano y tu terraza sobresalen en mi escritorio, más no empiezo el cuento del adiós porque parto cada noche a buscar esa estrella que miramos los dos.
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Paul Donnell Oct 2014
Cataracts have grown over my eyes.
Blinding me from the gorgeous tragedy
That bestows wandering winds to my moored soul.

Suffering and freedom on the East coast.
Pines call to me like a mother
Searching for her lost young.
Desperate and warm.

Lounging in the decay and sap filtered light,
I find myself.
I am calloused fingers looking for scratch and song.
A Vagabond of soft heart and pernicious wrongs.
Jac Jul 2014
Cursor jumping on the page,
Rage with interest—fidgeting,
Waiting for words
To fall into place.

Each syllable
Clamoring for attention,
Jostling, bumping into one another.

Wringing out words,
Winding down the page.
As writers, this is how we all feel, of this I am sure.

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