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Maria Williams Mar 2016
Turmoil.
The epic adventure begins.
Dead trees surround the sadness within.
Beauty is free.
Beauty is ******* free.
I'll never fall in love again, so you're just wasting your time.
Give up before you begin.
I am nothing.
I am flesh, and bone, and skin covered with scars.
My body is just a body
Use me, abuse me.
**** me, **** me up. **** me hard.
Make me ******* feel.
Make me numb.
Make me give up.
I already have.
Searching for a way out without the inevitable let down.
**** all of you.
******* all.
I don't give a **** about any one of you *****.
People are meaningless and forgettable, as are words and motions and ******* time.
Time.
Time is ******* precious and I've spent enough of it.
I'm spent.
I'm fading.
All I will ever be is a memory, if ever you even remember.
Will you remember me?
As time moves forward, memories get lost in translation.
Translating the name.
Translating sanity,
I am not sane.
I give up.
I'm pulling away, pushing closer to plan A.
I'm a fleeting thought.
I am human after all.
All those born will someday die, and die alone.
Nobody really gets anyone, nobody ******* understands.
I mean, they say they do, like they have you all figured out, but lying has come as second nature.
The ultimate lie being "I'm fine."
I'm fine, I'm ok, I'm breathing today.
I'm breathing today and I guess that's ok.
Conforming my inner self to live outwardly for others.
****.
Just give me hope.
A change of scenary.
A better thought process.
All I've ever known is dependency.
It's a shame. I preach peace, and clarity.
But really that's not me.
I am a distraught thought of past tragedy.
A tape on replay.
Half the time I'm naked, it's not you who's ******* me.
Am I an astronaut

Lost in my own thoughts

Am I'm one , whom world forgot

I know they   think I'm a crackpot.



All my life sitting in space alone

Tied with those tethers ropes

Talking to the speechless stars

When others enjoying life at the bar .



It's hard to be an astronaut



No day no night , all seems nothing to me

Just the same scenary, always I've to see

Nothing changes in this world

Even you try hard to do



You may think it's ease to be

Astronaut

But I know what is to be me .

No , it's not a jackpot.



Even if I scream so loud

No one is here to hear

Even if I fall down

No one is there to care



Those stars sitting

Millions miles away

May smile at me

But got nothing to say .



Just the sun that always shine

Is with me and a glass of wine.



It's hard to be an astronaut

Drowning in your own thoughts..
there was a little duck he was very cute.
he just long to jump with a parachute
high up in the sky from a great big plane
jump in to the air to the ground again

he booked himself a flight at the airfield show
took along his parachute so he could have a go
boarded on the plane for his little quest
ready for his jump he would do his best

high up in the air  the plane began to fly
high above the clouds way up in the sky
then the doors were open it was time to go
duck he did his jump to the ground below.

opened up his chute very big and wide
through the sky above he began to glide
looking at the view and all the scenary
duck he was so happy flying wild and free

he landed in field now his jump was done
he enjoyed is challenge it gave him so much fun
folded up his chute very nice and neat
his dream it had come true and made his day complete
When spring time is here
I have the best spirit
The sun is always out but its never hot
Its actually quit chilly
Until the afternoon, you can feel the warmth on your skin
Theres a fresh feeling in the air
Crispy, wet, cut, perfect green grass
Stillness around you
But so many noises farther in the distance
Birds cherping in the nearest tree
Bugs just waking up in the plants
Sitting under a shady tree
With beautiful colors
And the sun shinning through the leaves
Flowers blooming ever so slightly
Nature is so calming
Lets you think clearly for a moment
Without the busling of everyday duties
This scenary gives everything life and meaning
Although the perfectly lined bench tables
All untouched
Wont embrace this serenity and appreciation
Once people fill within it
Without people, the earth would be a more
Magnificant place
We're dreamers because we seek things we've never seen
Choose to push ourselves in directions of seemingly unattainable things
Always flyings hours away for things we could get right down the road
Because only with the changing scenary do we ever feel at home

As children our goals were never to be teachers or mommies
Instead we dreamt of dancing on broadway or touching the surface of the moon
With our heads in the clouds numbers of our peers
Continued to try to pull us down, and crash us into the dirt below their feet

But we stayed aloft in the air above their heads
Pushing our eyes into books, and our minds into places we'd never been
Dreaming of the days when we can free ourselves from being stuck
In the small towns we are born in, where the roads all seem to lead to the same places

If you're wondering who the dreamers around you are
Since we're approaching our final destination in this town, our senior year
You can find us finally at rest, at peace, stress levels seemingly at ease
With the knowledge that after this year we will finally be out of here

Us dreamers, we're the ones that have pushed ourselves beyond
Beyond what we thought we could do so we can get into our schools outside of this state, away from the fields that seem to surround us and the small resteraunts we've been to so many times that the waiters and waitress' know our names and what we like to eat

Whether we're flying away to the east coast for New York, the west coast
For LA, north, south or even to just a bordering state, we're the ones leaving
Going to places where no one knows our names because thats where we belong
In places where our identities are brand new, and we can start blank

Because in our minds as dreamers this town has never been enough for us
Some of us have stuck together like glue, but many of you never understood
So we were the backside of your jokes and the endurers of your pranks
Simply because we chose to push ourselves and not join in your childish games

We're dreamers because we see life outside of this town
Limits to where we will go and what we will be don't exist and never have
Joining family businesses or waiting tables will never be our career goals
Instead we will be the ones who visit town twice a year to see our families then leave

Jet off to our lives as broadway singers, astronauts, scientists and lawyers
Even as little kids we could set ourselves apart- when our teachers told us how these jobs were not realistic we told them it didn't matter
Because those were are dreams, and even as little kids we knew we were dreamers

And we would make our dreams could become a reality.
It's finally my senior year. And after this year I am headed out of this state to Arkansas, and my best friend to New York City. Her to major in Intl. Relations or Anthropology and me to major in Political Science. We're finally leaving. And this is our last year in this town. I don't know where our directions will take us, but I love her more then words and this next year will probably bring about some pretty interesting poetry. Here's just the start.
CallMeVenus Jun 2018
I don't know how is it possible that I keep seeing you in places and in people you can not be.
Today I picked a scenary similar to when we first got faded together.
I tried to push you out of my mind by having Rihanna (one of my  alter egos when I get high) tell me: 'Nahh girl, you will have a ******' happy trip and sorry but this ***** is killing your vibe!'
And Riri rarely speaks.
She liked you. She didn't like anyone.
So I tried to stop picking on the fresh wound in my soul
But you are still there painfully enough.
The first wave hit me and I was out.


I looked at that girl, much different looking than you, start to change.
Suddenly she had your fingers then she put on your face
then your short Harry Potterish hair
and lastly your beautiful eyes.
I will try to not forget them. I promise.
I probably didn't mean to you not even as close like you did to me so why are you showing yourself in MY mind?
Did I matter after all?
Or am I delusional and my sick brain is a Joker's playground?

I feel like I really did love you.
Like for real real.
Because you've inhabited the inside of my ribcage ever since I laid my eyes on you.
Maybe that wasn't some ordinary love because you were never ordinary.
You were a miracle.

In my dreams, you told me how your god now is the devil himself and it struck me how happy you seemed.
And all I ever wanted is for you to be truly happy forever...
So I stopped praying for your mercy.
I've seen you happy for the first time and it doesn't seem like you need it.

3 months since you've been gone
And your demons are now my roommates.
Manish Kumar Jul 2019
The horizon was about to engulf the sun

and my eyes fixed, savouring the nature's beauty.

The sun was red, the sky was red and

red was the lake beneath. In front of it

my eyes were red but the mind was in peace.

The black boat, in the lake; the black birds, in the sky;

all painting, an immortal scenary in my mind.

The steady breeze whispering in my ears,

the nature has come alive.
Recalling my grandfather's stories of his youth,
I close my eyes and drift back through time,
to a place that is quiet and mellow

It's a sunny, spring day and I'm running through a field
with the old, winter's dead leaves,
was tired and fell a sleep on my couch
through my lucid dream I was taken away
to a far off place unlike anything I ever encountered

ivy briars marked with the deadened Redwood nearby
thoughts of skulls permeate my fragile egg shelled mind
in the center of my room was a vase red with marked decorum
a scent of a finely mist perfume came forth through the room
where was I but none other then Xanadu

this place was fallen with emblems of satin reflection
scarlet dust marked the sides of the scenary
for I was in mere twilight in my own lost sphere
humbly shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
outside further their was a stream where the dear pant

heard the cry of the fainted owl in the distance
yet in the quiteness will steal through its resistance
golden bowls with lines drawn through them
shaped glass in its solitude of masked hidden fancy
little fairies were nearby cause I heard their laughter

so I humbled myself amidst this busy dream and awoke
to the vast expanse of the reality of nothing more then solitude.
TJ Struska Mar 2020
Watch the dagger
Coming in your dreams.
You watch it like a swan
Shining silver

It melts into everything.
You become the night.

You reach up,
Swatting it
Like a fly.
Your eyes move rapidly
With the scenary.
A small poem of our deep REM sleep

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