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Something inside me
A weak arm tensed
Finding the mettle
Blood pumping
Power for winged escape
Across subterranean
Winter and May
You bang the drum
Strength of the world
For some kind of catapult
Which fires you into dismay
Too distraught at disorders
Sabotaging destructive nonsense
Bordering on the edge
Drifting into red
Colder than blue
Mood as consistent as milk
Souring upon sunny bloom
Fragile blossoming
As sensitive as can be
Broken from tiredness
Losing from little use
Truth is
Feel useless
Inside me
Something different
Pushes me
Towards something
Which feels
Quite new
Mark Penfold Apr 30
Those multitudel inglorious days,
With eager tounge and fearless youth.
Indignant in our stubborn ways,
We fought the system nail and tooth.

Unreliance on mechanical wears,
Or self compliance bitter taught.
We sought the path that wanted wear,
A princely sum yet still we bought.

Sheer confidence in ones esteem,
But pride will always take a fall.
Those days rush by me like a stream,
Too fast to catch or yet recall.

Immortal reason warmed our bones,
We chased the sun and caught its rays.
Auspicious notions now outgrown,
Of early bird inglorious days.
wrote a poem for the first time in a long time last night about the temperance of youth! Hope you enjoy. PS. Sorry about the spelling and grammar, never been my forte.
Breeze Apr 29
I remember loving you on a sunny day
Roses and Kisses
You said I’d never get away
But somehow things began to slip away
Will you still listen?
To one more thing I want to say

I just want to see you one more time
Feel the warmth of your hand in mine
Taste your ruby lips of wine
Will you stand here by my side?
Pledge you’ll never say goodbye
Love me ‘till the end of time
My metaphor love

I remember long walks in the night
Holding you closely
Kissing you under the moonlight
Everything back then was so special to me
Life was so simple
Take me back to yesterday

I just want to see you one more time
Feel the warmth of your hand in mine
Taste your ruby lips of wine
Will you stand here by my side?
Pledge you’ll never say goodbye
Love me ‘till the end of time
My metaphor love
Sudzedrebel Apr 25
****, this website
Just ate one of my works.

One which was a repost
From January of 2024.

Relating how I was delving deeper
Into quantum theory & mythology,
Into the sciences broadly & philosophy.

How I was going to mix them
And make them intermingled.

How I would mix that of my life,
Or more aptly how I write of it,
With that of new science & old antiquity.

By mythology, philosophy, & theology.

So as to create digestable content
That inter-wove those concepts
To better translate them to any given audience.
STOP; Now that you're finished, you will now, forever be done;
For I have a chance now to grow, while your life from here will flop;

DROP; Did you get your rocks off, during your twisted, distasteful, fun?
Let the truth be known, let the confessions begin to flow!
YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO WHAT YOU DID TO ME EVEN:
IF I WAS WEARING SHORTS AND A CROP TOP!!

&ROLL; It's time I start helping to put people like you away!
It's time for myself, and more people to;
get the strength and the courage and the;
Ability and the freedom to open up and finally say;
WE ARE SPEAKING UP, AND GIVING OUT NAMES!!
WE ARE NO LONGER ASHAMED, FOR WE ARE NOT THE;
CAUSE OF YOUR PITIFUL SHAME!!!
WE ARE SPEAKING UP AND SEEKING JUSTICE AND REBORN INNOCENCE!!
If our lives have to be changed, then so does yours;
Perverts LIKE YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE THE SAME;
IT"S TIME FOR PERVERTS LIKE YOU, TO;
BE DECAPITATED LIKE USELESS SERVANTS!

STOP; Your time has come to an end, no longer the sunlight you shall see;
Oh and trust me, you will be going to hell, nowhere near the heavens up top;

DROP; I will create my own valley because of disgraces like you;
You only gave myself and others the power, to finally set ourselves free;
We will gather together, and spread the words "NO AND STOP"

&ROLL; I hope the day you meet your final demise,
not one person has a tear to cry
And I hope not one person has the audacity to ask why
Because when we were too young, we lost ourselves and our innocents
BUT THAT'S ALL GOING TO CHANGE, BECAUSE;
WE ARE GOING TO START TAKING CONTROL!

Stephanie A. Ludwig
04/19/2025
Rose Apr 18
i see you
crying in silence,
trying not to be heard,
trying not to be seen.

i see you
wiping away your tears,
trying not to be sensitive,
trying not to be a burden.

all you wanted
was someone to hold your heart
with the same softness
you held theirs.

i’m sorry no one saw you.
but—
i see you.
i hear you.

and i love you.
a letter to my younger self, you were too young to be holding it all in for the sake of others.
eva Apr 16
I’m no longer a kid.
I care what people think of me;
the way I act,
the way I look,
the clothes I wear.

I’m no longer a kid.
Back then, letters were only building blocks used for spelling,
Why do they now mark the corner of my work?
Why do they determine my academic future?

I’m no longer a kid.
My tears are no longer spilled over a grazed knee
For now they pour over anxious thoughts-
Will they ever stop falling?

I'm no longer a kid.
We were told to be bodies full of kindness,
because everyone deserves love.
Why are some people treated differently?

I’m no longer a kid.
The world has opened up it’s true self to me
and now I drown in it.

-thelosstpoetjournals
Summer in a corn field  
learning about love.

Two kids coming of age 
Under the afternoon sun.

She was warm, and wild, and willing,
I was young and hard and lean.

It wasn't exactly love
It was never meant to be.

We both went our own way, 
living our own dreams.

But sometimes when I'm sleeping 
you come back to me.

Through the corn fields of my mind,
We wander one more time.

You were warm, and wild, and willing,
I was young, and hard, and lean.

And we make love in memories,
we make love in dreams.

I wake and I wonder,
do you ever wonder of me?

Do you ever revisit the corn fields
of our childhood memories?

Do you ever wake and wonder,
Whatever became of me?

I wonder what became of you!
So this isn't about any one particular girl more an amalgam of girls I've crossed paths with. Who live on only in memories, some cherished, some fleeting.
Inspiration: Bob Seger's (Night Moves, and Like a Rock)
And John Mellencamp's (To M.G. Wherever She May Be)
I was born in a small town in Michigan, those guys were a big part of my Adolescent Wanderings and Wonderings.
The You Tube Video is up
https://youtu.be/XuO1TZQlSRs?feature=shared

Thanks
Azelea V Apr 21
they see your light
luminescent and burning with pale shades of pink and orange
they love to bask in its warm glow
but they could never sustain it so far

silly girl, always mistaking her own reflection as another's glow
when will you ever learn?

perhaps when your whole world is dim enough
and all the mirrors have fogged up
you will trace that sliver of light
on your own fingertips
in the iris of your eyes

painful, but necessary for you to finally realise
you are what you seek in everything.
23 was a year of losing people and things and learning new paradigms, I wished for some moments to end but in the end I found something better than rubies and diamonds.
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