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#herosjourney
reject when you're different try to fit in the mantra that is spoken in rooms of our youth look at life from outside in turn from old notions to your own motions mirrors show a face the world does not see like the soul's reflection is not reality it’s an image of who you want to be
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
2- Refusal of call
young run free within boundaries if escape seems possible would fear allow it fantasy’s the window you know is not the door finding that is easy stop looking for it don’t leave yet look around some scenery is different seen from outside once free of youth’s forced fences you find some built on your own
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
1-Call to freedom
You gave me a chance, all those years ago, just once — but I chose to follow a dream. You offered up yourself to me, asked I enter in the labyrinth and choose, but I passed you up for a dream. Broken still, I wander in that haunted afternoon, when you returned to the balcony, barefoot with a *** of tea. You’d brushed your hair again, standing there, where moonlight might have been; awkward as teens, we sat and sipped, the red glare of sunset dying in your eyes; one button — left unbuttoned on your blouse — held its breath; the scent of magnolia and ambrette, just refreshed, yearning for one last compliment. I watched you bend, and light each candle, one by one, to dance and flicker on your toes painted red as burgundy, waiting for some response from me — oh, little bird, alone, courting small talk, your clock chiding on the bedroom door, while I delay in the deepening mountain shadows. You asked me only once, gave me just one chance to wrestle with the Minotaur, but I turned away and bargained on a dream. With a second glance that lingered for a second more, still, you invited me, just once, opened up a stretch in time, as women do, just long enough for him to step through — but he was taken and accounted for, in thrall to a dream. You reached for me, one riddle at a time, standing between the Choiceless Choice and a dream — just one chance was given me to let my world come crashing down, and give up all my certainties; yet, I could not bring myself to love such a thing of flesh and blood, and so I did what I must do: I took your chance, given only once, and settled for the dream of you.
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Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 2:17 AM UTC
A Dream
You gave me a chance, all those years ago, just once — but I chose to follow a dream. You offered up yourself to me, asked I enter in the labyrinth and choose, but I passed you up for a dream. Broken still, I wander in that haunted afternoon, when you returned to the balcony, barefoot with a *** of tea. You’d brushed your hair again, standing there, where moonlight might have been; awkward as teens, we sat and sipped, the red glare of sunset dying in your eyes; one button — left unbuttoned on your blouse — held its breath; the scent of magnolia and ambrette, just refreshed, yearning for one last compliment. I watched you bend, and light each candle, one by one, to dance and flicker on your toes painted red as burgundy, waiting for some response from me — oh, little bird, alone, courting small talk, your clock chiding on the bedroom door, while I delay in the deepening mountain shadows. You asked me only once, gave me just one chance to wrestle with the Minotaur, but I turned away and bargained on a dream. With a second glance that lingered for a second more, still, you invited me, just once, opened up a stretch in time, as women do, just long enough for him to step through — but he was taken and accounted for, in thrall to a dream. You reached for me, one riddle at a time, standing between the Choiceless Choice and a dream — just one chance was given me to let my world come crashing down, and give up all my certainties; yet, I could not bring myself to love such a thing of flesh and blood, and so I did what I must do: I took your chance, given only once, and settled for the dream of you.
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