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Alyssa Underwood Jun 2016
go on your way
My beloved child
turn aside from
the swerving path
untangle your gaze
to center on Me
stand in courage
hugging wisdom
guard all thoughts
leaning upon My love
release what's behind
and walk on in joy
Proverbs 4

King Panda Oct 2015
lover old voice
bed bug boy
timbre distinction of
man vs. boy vs. baby
raspberry at the lips and
bubble beaten air
boy in bed clothes
sad sad boy down
the steps in a
laundry basket
weathered hands and makeup
prongs boy
you’re cute
let me buy you
a drink
You have to know I write about you
There’s no way that you don’t
I’d say I’d let you read this
But I know that I won’t
I’d say I don’t look for you
But we both know that’s not true
Every time you’re around me
I don’t know what to do
I’m counting down the days
Until we make this move
Maybe I won’t see you
But what would that prove
I know that this is wrong
But I want to know your feelings
But what if I don’t want to hear
The information you’d be revealing
We go back and fourth
Like this is some kind of game
And I don’t know that it’s not
And what if you feel the same
We are getting so close
What happens when this ends
Do we move on like it never happened
And continued to pretend
Christian Ek Jun 2014
I find myself looking for you in other people.
Whether it is in the way they think or the way they appear, I see straight through them to you.
I find you in places I thought I could be alone.
Where once I could go to this view to clear my head, now only causes me distress.
I remember sitting on the beach once and your eyes washed upon the shore line.
I am waiting to go home into your arms.
I need you so much, that another person's touch, practically causes any feeling of attraction.
You held the power to make me smile when no one else could.
And I don't think I'll find satisfaction until someone else can capture my attention.
- Christian Ek
Bea Aguilar May 2016
Wasted words
Wasted time
Wasted tears
Wasted feelings

I know that you don't give a single **** about me anymore
About the things you said to me
About the fights we had
About what I feel for you

I want to cry
I want to shout
But you left
And I feel so empty
Dream Sep 2018
Baby i thought bout you
Maybe i wrote bout you
Baby i rode witchu
Maybe i fought witchu

Could've been, should've been, would've been but it ain't. Tryna forget boutchu but i can't.

But she prolly don't even think boutchu no more.
She with other ******, she don't feel for you no more.
She ain't the type to help you grow.
You left me for a ***.

But i ain't cryin no more.
Lovin you ain't my habit no more.

But karma is a b**h.
You left me for her
she left you for him.

You made your choice.
I made mine.
It's over
And time to move on.
After a whole phase of 'he broke my heart' i learnt that life goes on. If he made his choice then nothing is stopping me from making mine. After lots of wars in my mind i learnt that i was only fighting myself. And now all im going to say is that its high time i move on
sara Apr 2018
Cover up the mirrors and I'll find somewhere to look,
rip me into pieces like the pages from your book,
smudge me into ink stains, stick a needle in my eye,
scribble over my mistakes and cross me out with lines.

Turn me inside out to wash and
hang me out to dry,
drown me in a dried up lake
and burn me out by fire,

spit me out like sour grapes,
leave me like an ageing wine,
just now, I've quite the bitter taste
but I still need a little time.
Catharsis in a poem- felt very grounded after spitting this out
If your love hurts, it was never meant to be yours.
It's the time to move on.
Would u like to see a movie - ?
sure - what do u have ?
what? u said do I want to watch
a movie.   o - u just look in here
& imagine what u want to see...
that's a movie... in the future, movies
will be like Rorschach patterns;
whatever u want to see appearing
as a 4D interactive holographic
program directly onto ur brain, like
a memory u can never forget...

they can 'erase' u & keep the memory
The Rorschach test is a psychological test in which
subjects' perceptions of inkblots are recorded and
then analyzed using psychological interpretation,
complex algorithms, or both. Some psychologists
use this test to examine a person's personality
characteristics and emotional functioning.
Yip Wayne Jul 2018
I, too can smile

I remind myself every single day
As if nothing could ever bother me
Even if the weather was grey
Or when my heart was mushed like clay

I, too can smile

Even when you held his hand
Like you did with me 4 months then
Kissing him in a 3 week span
After you left me all canned

I, too can still smile

Seeing him on your social feeds
Like you didn't with me
Coz back then it was only me
Who wanted us to be proudly seen

I, too can smile

Despite me being on my own
And you having someone to call your own
I could walk this path alone
And prove to myself that I have grown
Janet Aitch Jul 2018
You can't hurry
It has to evolve
within you
jerelii Oct 2018
life sprout, dreams could change
variety scenes; life and death
existing——— leaving
Alyssa Underwood Jul 2016
It is not the nature of things or people to satisfy us,
but to awaken in us the desire to be satisfied.
For all of this Earth’s wonder and beauty and mystery,
it's only meant to serve as a great cosmic magnet
pulling us to our Source. May every scent and song,
every shadow and sorrow move us ever closer to Him.
"'Come, all you who are thirsty,
come to the waters;
and you who have no money,
come, buy and eat!
Come, buy wine and milk
without money and without cost.
Why spend money on what is not bread,
and your labor on what does not satisfy?
Listen, listen to Me, and eat what is good,
and your soul will delight in the richest of fare.
Give ear and come to Me;
listen, that you may live.
I will make an everlasting covenant with you,
My faithful love promised to David...'
Seek the LORD while He may be found;
call on Him while He is near...
You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
will clap their hands."
~ Isaiah 55:1-3,6,12
September Rose May 2018
Thick, warm, fuzzy air
Radiates against your skin, making you want to doze off
You sit on the front of a low red car that looks another era, leaning on the glossy hood.
I want to put your lips on mine
The world feels yellow, and orange.
It's as if clear smoke has filled the air
My eyes are dimmed through thick sunglasses, my body absorbing the warmth through jeans and a small black shirt
I'm in a lucid daze
Looking at you through a curtain of straight black hair, not bothered to move it from my face.
You're eyes the crisp refreshing blue in a world tinted amber
Like fresh water, so cooling as I gaze in them.
Like a spray of water on your back
After hours of sunbathing
We sit there
We say nothing
We take in the sun
   We don't need anything else
elaine Jul 2018
empty houses and car-less streets,
this town holds beauty without residence.

people move into this town of beauty and run up and down the streets damaging little by little slowly.

the people take away the beauty and throw it all away for their selfish needs,
they build tall tall buildings and put gas into the lovely clean air.

leaving this town a horrible disease.
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