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K Wolff 2d
What a time to be alive
So sure that every day is mine
"There is a time for everything!"
"*** knows what life can bring!"

A worthless remedy for broken souls
To bring them back to feeling "whole"
The only day that was guaranteed
It was the day that had already been
all around green lights
plays the sea plays it
all around green lights
I'm standing at the pier
i'm standing at the door i'm standing
I stand and think again
what i am thinking and where
what i'm thinking about and
now and now and yesterday

all around green lights
all around green lights
all around them alone
oh around the green lights
endless endless
eternal and immortal
immortal and eternal lanterns
from whom not to go anywhere
never leave don't leave

10.11.18
Latifah 4d
Love me the old fashioned way,
        sneak a midnight kiss before you go away...

write me letters and
        I'll meet you half way...

we'll dance under the rain
        and forget about yesterday...

for all we have is forever
        and forever is today...
s 7d
the empty
contour of yesterday
turns on itself

i reach in ...
toward oblivion

blind bliss

in search of
a blank simulacrum

any way to sin

anyone to satisfy
my evil soul within
who do you call to make the shootin' stop?
solfang Oct 29
to the person I am today,
thank you for loving
the yesterday's me.
Talked to a friend, learned a little something about self-love.
I resented my past, but today I learned to embrace bits of the hatred and turning it into appreciation.
Joanna Martin Oct 20
Yesterday I was full with pain
I could not explain
How I was feeling
But today with energy put to play
I can rearrange my thoughts

Move the chairs and table
Look beyond the unwashed cups
Un isolate my self
And talk
And rearrange my thoughts

talk to you
Like I used to do
Throw ideas into the air
Let them land where I stand
Some will fall and some are caught
Em MacKenzie Oct 14
I see you everywhere but beside me,
the one place that I need you the most.
I don’t know if you’ve just felt like hiding,
but it feels like I’m being stalked by a ghost.
I think of my life consisting of just time biding,
with parasitic emptiness and I’m the host.
This hits me like waves I am meant to be riding,
and it follows me persistently from coast to coast.

The grass didn’t seem so green back then
I guess all that constant rain did pay off,
‘cause now this little future’s just a casual friend,
and my *** looking back the past was soft.
It’s not like I always want to be drenched in sorrow,
I find I look much better in brown, blue or grey,
you know I’d trade in every tomorrow
for just one more yesterday.

I hear every voice but yours in my ears,
the deafening noise has made me forget that sound,
since I’ve heard that sweet melody it’s been too many years,
and every other pitch makes my static brain pound.
I’m always biting my lip but now I’m fighting tears,
I shake my head side to side and around.
I’m quickly losing stamina from battling my fears
and now looking forward to my hole in the ground.

The skies never seemed clear and blue back then,
it turns out that I was the creator of each cloud,
I’m hoarding past calendars so that I can pretend
that I’m back in time and making everyone else proud.
If you’ve got a hour or two that I can borrow,
I swear I’m good for it and whatever price; I’ll pay,
‘cause you know I’d trade in every tomorrow
for just one more yesterday.

I feel you all over, laced in everything,
if it wasn’t such a curse, it’d be a gift.
You’re the peace in winter and the hope in spring,
you’re the summer sun and autumn’s winds so swift.
I’m relieving every memory, looking for a place to cling,
I remember all of the details but the clarity is now adrift.
Side to side, back and forth, I constantly swing,
it pulls and drags me down but it can also give the highest lift.

The sun never seemed to shine right back then,
but maybe I was just too busy looking for artificial light.
I was never one for second looks but I should’ve searched again,
because everything I wanted was already in my sight.
So I plant a seed hoping it will eventually grow
and I sculpt all I wish for with clay,
‘cause you know I’d trade in every tomorrow
for just one more yesterday.
"My Yesterday is gone,
            tomorrow yet to come.
Sadness to it's demise,
             as Hope is on the rise."


Numb paper-folding feeling,
   not asleep and not awake...

My satiety's ob-vo-lution,
   all feeling for,
feeling's sake.

Outside there's no revealing...
   all the chaos in my wake.

"My Yesterday is gone,
            tomorrow yet to come.
Sadness to it's demise,
             as Hope is on the rise."


"My Yesterday is gone,
            tomorrow yet to come."


"My Yesterday is gone,
            tomorrow yet to come."


"My Yesterday is gone,
            tomorrow yet to come.
Sadness is on the rise,
      my Mind is in demise."

Life in a mental hospital.
Not many people know
where the old road goes
I’m older now and it seems
there are more and more
   paved roads
that lead to nowhere —
   most of the time

As a kid, living miles up
a rough potholed,
country road — a hike away
from the edge a small town
out in the sticks,..
you come to know onliness,
blind to a journey alone

I never stepped on
cracks in a town sidewalk —
never learned what
"superstitious" was,
like the other kids

It wasn't the cracks
in the sidewalk
I feared to tread;
steppin' on 'em breaks nothing
already broken —

It was just all so different
than the long walk home
where that old road goes —
grandma always said:
"follow the creek upstream;
it'll always lead you back
where you belong"


The washboards
in the steep narrow road
up the hill, were like
muddy stair steps
in the rainy season

Sometimes I followed
on up the creek below
to the upper log bridge
swimmin' hole,..
where I learned to listen
to the sweet melody
of unclouded days;
and for a moment
I thought I belonged

I still haven't
found my way out
of this memory
I’m holding onto —
because life is just
an unstoppable
season, passing by
on its own;
like the way
rainwater
in the swollen
creek bed flows:

And I'm just
another passing September
no one will remember —

   most of the time


Jesse Stillwater ... September 2018
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