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Dev A Apr 2012
looking forward
looking back
looking towards the future
its a cruel circle.

moving left
moving right
moving towards the front
its a cruel cycle.

going up
going down
going towards something in the middle
its a cruel rotation.

looking, moving, going,
just trying to get somewhere
to do something
its a cruel world
where we can't find the relevance
between the old and the new
between the good and the bad
between the past and the present.

once we see relevance
we can see our true mistakes,
the mistakes of the past generations
and the cure for the future
the relevance between two different lifetimes
all in one world.
Kaitlyn Dec 2017
one step at a time
Don't move too quick
You can't run until you walk
So let's take this one step at a time
One foot in front of the other
Slowly I'll get there
But I must learn to trust I won't fall
Slowly I'll trust myself, then you
But for now
One step at a time
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2012
I have seen the future, and in the end You all die...
or maybe it was just a dream cuz some how I still surived...
alone...
or maybe that was just a metaphor for how I feel...
Cuz its like I miss May so bad that I tend to hate June...
Support systems became low since May Left me In June...
telephone use to ring praises and misbehaviors...
so I always tried my hardest to stay away form bad behaviors...
But...
Now I float along...
cuz that proud feeling is gone...
Cuz May brought me those flowers that the winter could never take...
The spring could never make..
and the wind could never break..
But now those things are no more...
on hall ways and cold floors...
Of places she once kept warm...
smiling faces that once held form...
but now just drag the ground...
an I just hang around...
by myself..
cuz time said it wont help...
He wont go back for me...
Or Move forwad to the end...
Cuz You all die in the End...
The Law wont save the sons...
The sons cant up hold the Law...
And MAy will Always Pass in June...
Be cause she said In His WILLIAM...
And Into Dust You turn...
And I stil stand around ...
the same way I walk now...
alone...
Hoping that my sun will Shine in that clear blue sky....
Cuz tears Ran Strong In June, But Now it is JULY...
June has been a rough month for me these past 5 years ever since my Grandma died whos name happened to be May...But that God its July
Brian Hoffman Oct 2017
You want this
swelling rise of swollen self
that drowns my thoughts
in blood that throbs

the slickest steps always
slip the best
when pressed
hydrant-pressure pulses
In that slow build

You wind around me
tight
as we settle into that fractured time
when I am yours and you are mine

connected  

I growl,
a bear in heat
you squirm and entreat me
to make love to you
treat you like my princess
your ******* scream at you to be
as they graze the cotton sheets

Melded
lubricated to stop the high tension
smoking burn of friction
the slap of your *** as you writhe back
consuming me
***** deep
in your centre

My fingers clasp into your hips
holding the depth
my eyes closed
you smell of lilacs and berries
if they had been slathered in sin
and served up in piping hot lust

you sound like heaven
echoing through my blood stream
the thud of my heart screaming your name

breathe
I command myself to stay with you
as my hands let you ease off of
my ****
you take full advantage  
there on your knees and I am vulnerable
to your slick
to your wet...

(Too right, I'm just a man)

all you needed was an inch of freedom
to rock forwad then slam your cheeky control
back onto me

that slick sound that
unmistakable ***** ******* sound
slops against my thighs

the invite to drive
me into a frenzy
the want  
the need to please
be pleased
freed from thought and reason

Shower me in your lust
soak the sheets
moments before I shower you with mine
the hot splash
on your back
as we lose control together
Barb Mar 2013
I've lost myself
rhyming with reason
and listening to the abivilant symphony
of what it feels like to be
They are calling me back
while I argue with the past
and tell them no
I have moved on
They will not take no for an answer
I try to find rest with in this
but  always seem to wake up screaming
I am finding my own way
to make do
with the cards I've been handed
and the time I've been given
to make things right
one foot forwad
but I'm taking twelve steps back
Rin Spins Jul 2010
Creeping darkness surrounds me
slowly incing forward
And I stand in the midst of it
Desperately searching for a way out
A bony hand surges forwad
clutching at my ankle,
digging deep into my skin
I shiver in fear
And begin the futile attempt to pry it off
The darkness is still closing in
And the overwhelming sound of soul aching screams
echo in my ears
Can no one hear me dying?
Summer '08
Born Sep 2013
a trip down to the memory lane.,
a must not be place,
but the maze and the reasons leave my heart pounding ,
what am i missing!
Why these obsessions.

Maybe am looking for comfort
a  reason to like,
or i just wanna feel better,
was i wrong or right!

Am i inflicting this on,
the confusion,the pain,
why puzzle my heart with this pain!

Am bleeding,screaming,
trying to race away from this torment..!
But sometimes you have to go back to move forwad.

This is a walk on flames,
it hurts! A tragic truth,
each step is a relief and a peek at the future

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