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There's a begging tone to this question I battle before and after I ask
A not so simple, "why can't I just let the past be the past?"
I know at first glance,
I'm nothing more than moth in a trance
Pinging off the same piece of backlit display glass
An abused mind easily transfixed, statue still and steadfast
While running summer Olympic qualifying fast, all gass
Feet growing roots, interlocking with blades of grass
A introspective narrative of an internal impasse

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Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
How do I change?
I want to give up
Things have been this way for so long
Tried before but I'm not strong enough
Maybe I've been doing it wrong

I am only human after all
The gutter for me is home
I get so used to the fall
Ground becomes a place unknown

Beautiful but don't know it
Mind not able to see
The sky from where I sit
Full of shame
Somehow still empty

When I watch loneliness take its toll
(It's quite a hefty amount)
Weak throughout my entire soul
Not one part without

Remember it is darkest right before dawn
If no light can be seen
Things that frighten in shadows on the lawn
Come morning will feel like a dream

Made it through most terrible storms
Because I survived
Witnessed Lucifer take on many different forms
Each time he dies
Another revived

Can tell the difference between right and wrong
The good and evil overlaps and combines
Can go forward but only for so long
I get lost cause I can't read the signs

I wanted to be much more
Felt I had the capability
There still is hope that it's not too late for
Me to blossom into the flower meant to be
Trying to channel my feelings into something productive but it's hard
David Cunha Jul 2017
Humans are capable of the biggest hypocritical ideas.
They don't do it on purpose
Yet we do it.

Some love others more than they love themselves.
Well, I believed I also did
Yet it is not quiet so.

Think well about it, I love until I bleed and even more after that!
Well, I believe in love more than most do
Yet, should I quit my dreams for it, should you?

                               Would I blow my brains out, would you?
                               Is this even a question you're allowed to make?

I believe, I've learn, I've seen
And love is learning to love another by learning to love yourself,
Love is synching your dreams with others' dreams,
Love is bending and straining to reach out to the other,
                                                      to share the pain
                                                      to lick the bruises
                                                      to laugh whole in harmony because you found IT
                                                      to be insane but never feel suicidal.

To love is to burn together
Not to blow apart for one another.
july 14, 2017
0:54 a.m.
Prathipa Nair Jan 2017
Standing in your shoe is bigger for me
Standing in my shoe is smaller for you
God knows the size of our capability
Let us not try to exchange it in the name of love
Instead let us understand each other
Moving forward together in each step
Lamb Sep 2013
My heart now your responsibility
Fate personally chose us two to meet
But do you have the capability?
Two passengers on the ride with front seats
Do you realize my hearts fragility?
You are willing to jump the life to come
With just us, we have the ability
Your words are like a song, a soft low hum
My own heart gently rendered the key
Time slipped the hour, slipping by so fast
Say sooth, dare not you lie, do you love me?
Please oh please, let this summer stay and last
Now I am finally yours and you're mine
Just you and me, I think I’ll be just fine
Luna Casablanca Jun 2014
You do something alone
for the first time in your life.

So you have no one else.
so you have no one else.

You're paranoid, shaking, wanting ever so much to leave. Fearing something
tragic will happen and it will be the end of the world.

So you're scared.
So you're scared.

You look at everyone else. You feel so insecure like never before. Seems like they all know what they're doing.

So it seems.
So it seems.

So you begin your task, and you start to panic.

You think you can't.
You think you can't.

You cringe when someone comes to you. You then look them in the eye as you are frightened by their power. You admit that you are paranoid and in a scared stage.

You admit.
You admit.

They see where you are and they understand. And you have no need to be nervous.
Anything can be fixed. It's a leaning experience.
You relax and breathe in and out all the stress and negativity you made in your own head and skull.

Now, you have done this task. Next time you say you have done it before, and when you do it again you will say to yourself,

So you can
So you can.
I wrote this poem when I rode the T for the first time by myself. It was so much fun and I was so scared at first but I was told by the conductor I did very well and then I relaxed.
Luna Casablanca Jun 2014
They see me alone all the time.
They wonder, they judge, and they criticize.
They worry, give in, and think they are the ones I am to rely.
But they must know
I am just fine.
Who do I bother? Why do they care?
I feel so
confident, independent, contempt and strong.
I go out into the world alone
I do nothing wrong.
To them, that is a DARE.
I'm alive, I'm here,
I have self-security, I have no fear.
Though a butterfly must travel alone
to find the right place
and to settle and roam.
Then they may not be friends,
but saying hi is always worth a try.
I have not died.
I live in a way that is a concern,
but when they see what I can do, they learn.
How independence is gifted
from the heart.
Avoidance is a move
that can be very smart.
They see I show up,
in shock,
let them be.
I'm alive is what they get
by the presence of me.
Everyday and the future
is not going anywhere.
Because now,
I'm alive.
I must  be productive and wise.
I'll do what I want,
and if I'm alone, I'll do it.
I'll go.
So I dare.

— The End —