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Monica Alvarez May 2019
If there's much pain in leaving as there is in staying, where shall I go?
Sovit Pokhrel Apr 2018
EVERYDAY! i open my eyes .
EVERYDAY! a new sensation.
Energy so vibrant !
So addictive and pleasing !
Pralaysed i lay!!!
Showered with emotions.
STUCK in the past !
WORRIED about the future !
A NEW DAY!!!!!
A new chance OR
An opportunity lost ?
LIFE a blessing or a curse ?

I GET UP, rubbing my hazy eyes
I YAWN, stretching my self from head to toe
So fresh, so hopeful & full of life
Ready to CONQUER the world, i march
       First step
Living in a house of bills
Chained by norms
      Second step 
the program installed in me takes over
Head down as i sigh and vanish into REALITY
start living a life from being alive.

STUCK in the past !
WORRIED about the future !
A NEW DAY!!!!!
A new chance OR
An opportunity lost ?
LIFE a blessing or a curse?
Have a perspective on life and choose your actions wisely.
blackbiird May 2019
i wanna die. i wanna die.
i wanna die. i wanna die.
i wanna die. i wanna die.
but i can't seem to pull the trigger.
Nylee Oct 2019
I am in constant dilemma
To be them or to be me
Who do I choose
When everyone else is them
And I do not know
Who is me?
Traveler Sep 2013
I am not real
I am only an illusion
Perhaps that's confusion

Imagine such a dilemma
All the Time believing
Yet a thought can be deceiving

Existence is subjective
This ink that you see
Isn't really me

So why be concerned
No need to discern  
Give no thought to agree...

This really isn't me.
Traveler Tim 4-19
ghalya Dec 2018
a mesmerizing soul
a painful fascination
counting the days that go by,
for a heart that can’t be healed.
An intricate feeling i can’t fathom,
one day, when you unravel all my secrets
and it is all over, here is what you’ll do:
relentlessly cut me out,
but you will protect my secrets
by releasing it, in a desolate landscape,
maybe it will make me feel again,
and you won’t have to hold onto it any longer.
Traci Sims Sep 2019
A whistle blew
The orange squeezed cherries
Will orange-juice be made?
Cherries are one of the national fruits of the Ukraine
Penelopejayde Oct 2018
if i’m not an artist what
on earth am I?
if i’m not an artist why
am i here?
if i’m not an artist now
then when?
if i’m not an artist why
can’t I be?
Am I an artist?
Kenji Oct 2017
Philosophy intrigues me.
The depth is formulating.
The aspect is deriving.
My mind...
Its enticing.

Questionable thoughts and unanswered delusions.
The thought of every desire onto which I account to...
Its illusions got me fantasised.
The dilemma...
The time lapse...
The ticking clock...
Tick tock...
Tick tock...

The universe is my soul...
My soul, the universe.
May time unravel my true desires...
As I continuously ascend

**Alien goddess in a human form
Shadow Reaper Mar 2019
I see emptiness in her eyes as she slowly loses her self.
So much sorrow, so much pain, that her smile can no longer disguise.
I feel the bitterness engulf her and the loss of the will to live.
And I remember that it hurt. It hurt more than it should.
To see her so broken and lifeless and devoid of passion.
I couldn't do anything but hope my words will get through her.
That somehow, she'll muster the strength she needs to overcome.
That the tribulations and things she struggle with are temporary.
I tried telling her that despite all the hardships, I got her back.
But the words won't come out right because deep inside I know I love her.
And I love her enough to selfishly want her to live a life she won't regret.
Someone please tell me, will things eventually get better?
If not, will somebody give her happiness in exchange for my own?
The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And joy have flown by.

People I loved,
Have come and have gone,
But the world never stopped,
And we all carried on.

Life wasn't easy,
And the struggles were there,
Filled with times that it mattered,
Times I just didn't care.

And now as I grow older,
It's become very clear,
Things I once found important,
Were not why I was here.

And how many things,
That I managed to buy,
Were never what made me,
Feel better inside.

And the worries and fears,
That plagued me each day,
In the end of it all,
Would just fade away.

But how much I reached out,
To others when needed,
Would be the true measure,
Of how I succeeded.

And how much I shared,
Of my soul and my heart,
Would ultimately be,
What set me apart.

And what's really important,
Is my opinion of me,
And whether or not,
I'm the best I can be.

And how much more kindness,
And love I can show,
Before the Lord tells me,
It's my time to go.

© Pat A. Fleming
I chanced upon this poem, and made some amendments to it. Sometimes I wonder: Am I using my time wisely? Or am i just wasting my time away? What else can I do to make my life more meaningful?
School gets me really caught up, and my hobbies too, so these days I hardly spent time reading God's word. I feel guilty about that, about not being consistent, about not making a lot of effort to grow my faith in Him.
I'm overwhelmed, I'm stuck in a spot. I have come to find out that I really have a passion in music, in songwriting, singing, arranging, dancing, and people say I have the looks too. I go for lessons, courses, and even have my own mini recording studio (which is coming soon). Since this year I've been pondering about whether I should go to Korea and pursue my dreams, and i'm just about the age to go there, audition and be a trainee, but there's the pros and cons. The language is not the problem, but my family thinks my dreams are just because I'm hot-headed and they seem to not support me. So whenever anyone asks me what my ambition is, I'll say that i want to be a lawyer, prosecutor, doctor etc. When will i ever be able to reveal to everyone my real ambition and dream?... God please help me to trust in Your perfect plan for me, and that opportunities will come if it is truly Your will, because after all, I'm a 13 year old

¬ to those who bothered to read my distress, thank you :)
PiLomus Oct 2019
The mind started to dive in nothingness,
But doubt seeps in.
I felt frightened to make this journey,
A journey to decode
the questions of right,

Confused i walk to find the virtue of rightness,
Suddenly all around me,
Inferences started to fell victim to the darkness,
Mutely emerges this moral song,
Dancing on the ridge of right and wrong,

I fear the fall on the either side,
Not that i fear the pain,
But deep down a realization remain,
The fall will widen the perspective gap,
That it claim,

Considering the cause is in other,
There will not remain a way to uncover,
To uncover what is right or wrong,

Come forth the silence of dusk
To make an effect,
Still myriad dots left disconnect,

From this onus the mind became baffled,
And the poor soul quietly maffled,
How can it be fault of mine?
When my six can easily become your nine.
onlylovepoetry May 2019
my pointer finger
caresses her knuckles,
intervening between her fingers,
soft shell teasing,
sliding off her manicured fingernails,
in order that I return here
to lay down copious notes

I re-land inside the palm of her hand,
warm, a Caribbean beach smooth breezy sensation,
she wraps up my instrument of exploration
with a four finger grip, a signal fire
to escape, travel north up her arm
to the pause point of her bare shoulders,
where her body finally speaks,

why oh why, stop here,
skip, skip to my lou, lips,
my *******, jealous,
the ******* no less, now restless,
the rest of me requires
two hands, if, you can,
still caress with the best,
while typing with the pointy tip of your nose?
Dante Jun 2019
It becomes clear to me that growing into an adult has little to do with leaving anything behind, and more to do with the responsibility of knowing.
Forget your worries about keeping your soft animals. You can keep them. You can keep your colorful things. But think: what will you do with what you know?
This is the real question.

You are an adult, which only means that you have lived long enough now that you must decide what to do with your knowledge. It is your duty.
What will you do now that you have seen the world is not kind? Will you be kind in its place? Will you be kind to everyone you meet? Or will you hoard your kindness, like a tired dog whose fur has fallen in all its scars?

What will you do, now that you know fear and all its soldiers? Will you hurl rebellion in a glass bottle to those who weaponize it? Will you scream back at it when it tells you to silence yourself? Will you hold the other’s hand, when they tell you quietly, that they too are afraid?

What will you do, now that you know love and all its terrors? Will you embrace it? Will you work to move through it? Will you want it even after it shows you your lover’s own fears? Will you learn to swim in it, so that you don’t drown like children do?

What will you do now that you know suffering, despair, the state of all around you? Will you sit and watch? Will you turn away from duty, to keep your soft animals close and sigh, “I’m nothing but a pretty babe in the wood”? Or will you pick up your fists, and march towards that which needs changing, with all the colorful things in your pocket, and the soft animal, sleeping safety back home?
What will you do, darling babe, now that you’ve grown, now that you know?

Decide. That is what the adults must do.
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