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Frank F Dec 2020
Your skin is the walls and
Your voice builds halls
That never end.

You remember the days when there were ways
Around. People around.
You remember the things, those important things,
All piled on top of each other.

You can’t smell the garden you planted.
You can’t read the book you’re writing.
You can’t hear your laughter, after.

The dust fell like a blanket
And you were too scared to move.
One crack, and you’ll never go
Back. Never leave as you watch the
Leaves dancing.
As you watch them all running.

Your room is the garbage can
Of your life.
But at least it’s not empty.
Dave Robertson Aug 2020
Once around the block and done.

No extra-time or after parties,
just a head-spinning rattle
from itching frustration
to breathless incredulity
at the pace of it all

So please, by all means
saunter, dance, crawl, or wriggle
as the situation demands,
although sometimes you’ll still kvetch
at slow walking goons in the supermarket
and want to crack the back of their heads
and educate them about trolley etiquette
and getting the heck out of your
important way

Try to love pastoral pauses,
either in your mind’s green eye
or if lucky, in a glade
as real as bark and river pebbles
where cousins, lovers, friends,
pendulum on rope swings
to an abandoned splash

However hard,
hearts don’t beat well solo
Some days for me
Are like  I'm living
in
Solitary

Confinement

Man it's like I'm being held
Prisoner against
my will
For shaking up

The System*

For I seem to have
Involuntarily
barely
Enlisted

My two cents

With

These split / Decisions
In which

Are now    Distant

So like
A Fish
Outa water

I Risk it

The be scaled
for new
Intel

But still
I won't tell

For these here
Scales
were made for

Ocean Waves

But your scales
can't sway
this here

Heavy Weight

So you might need
Some more  Bait
to entice me with

Unfamiliar
Landscapes

Even though

It's nice up here
Up on the  Surface

Man

I've been search'n
for my  Purpose

So like a Porpoise
I stay   Dorsal
Finned

And

I refuse to stay
Dociled in

Like an Urchin

So it's right here
Where I've been
placed
that I'm now
search'n

And it's Urgent

With strangers
glaring at me
For certain

But there true
Identities
I can't place
For certain

So now I'm
thinking
That I may need
some more space
To purchase

Or

Maybe I'll get faded
just to keep me

Sedated?

While Surf'n
Our thoughts are vying to be freed from the constructs of our own minds. Which is reflective of how we are all coping with this so called quarantine / social experiment
Zack Ripley Jun 2020
only time will tell
how far you've come.
Only time will tell
How far you'll go.
Only time will tell
How much you've learned.
Only time will tell
How much you've grown.
Only time will tell
How much you've lived.
Only time will tell
When you'll die.
But since we don't know
What time will say,
Let's try to make the most
Of every day.
TyeniWrites May 2020
You are amazing
Whether you realise it or not
Appreciate life more
And don't pressure yourself
Relax
Trust the timing
Remain humble
Embrace rejection
Do not give up
Love them out loud today
No,we are not promised tommorrow
Live!
Zack Ripley Jul 2019
As the world turns, a fire burns.
And as that fire burns, another one dies.
As the world turns, a baby cries.
But this should come as no surprise
Every day, the earth spins around and around.
And it'll still be spinning long after we move underground.
As far as we know, this is the only life we've got.
So don't be afraid to live for yourself.
Go ahead. Take your shot
Brendann Mar 2020
Mistakes were made
No lessons were learned
Will I do it again?
Absolutely
Free Verse
Xella Feb 2020
Such a phenomenon- stars
falling off the sky stars- a once in a life time event occurs
and I stare-
what more to do when face to face with the tragic demise your own fate to just stand and stare hopeless
quite poetic. Ain't it?
So when watching, This star fall-
watch the dreams of children perish,
you and I and they all know.
So stare- and stare hard
for we die once the view goes dark
and curtains close-
fade to black-
                                        The End.
You only live once don't ya?
Mark Parker Jan 2020
River water kept flowing
Time kept ticking away
Seconds never seen again
Faded from the candle’s flame.
Happy 2020
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