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Pete King Jan 2019
I'm not quite sure how I got here,
Or why your stare makes fear feel safe.
It's like you can read the aura of me,
But maybe you just read my face.

You cling on tightly to my hand,
And search for secrets in it's embrace.
But, you'll find no truth in reading my palm,
It's all written upon my face.

I'm not courageous, and nor am I bold.
But hey, at least I've got your hand to hold.
Jennifer DeLong Jan 2019
Seeing the day arise
Seeing the lonely looking sky
It's no wonder I'm feeling so blah
It's mornings like these ,
I just wanna sleep the day away
No emotions no feeling the drag
Then awake to a sunny day nah
life's not gonna play it my way
So here I go anyway
© Jennifer Delong 1/16/19
eF Jan 2019
Your eyes, they stop time.
Wondering if it happens
When you look at mine.
One day I’ll write more than 3 lines.
Sorry.
eF Dec 2018
Christmas is pointless
Since they misinterpreted
Presence for presents.
Hi.
You can’t buy time.
No matter how hard you try.
eF Dec 2018
I wish that I could go back,
Erase the pain I felt.
Everyday seems like a mission,
With the cards that I’ve been dealt.
We all live in pain baby,
Just admit it for yourself.
Despite my current attitude,
That’s hanging on the shelf.
Um yeah.
Hi.
eF Nov 2018
Why do I bother
Being the nice guy when we
Always finish last.
Life ***** lately.
No matter how much light I spread into the world it gets drowned out by darkness.
I try to do everything right.
And I always get wronged.
Colm Oct 2018
Neither the quiet comforts of your home
Nor the wonders of the great unknown
Will satisfy your thirst to know
The wandering rest within your bones

In one way or another
How the shoe turns and Crow flies
Untill no longer bound
Homeward
We are all alone
Nothing is ever perfect. Nothing really lasts. At present.

Get all you wish for and be disappointed.

Read with a smile and be prepared for the truth of this life.

Blah blah.
Colm Sep 2018
When all around you is falling down
When the grass and trees and cricket sounds
Are no more there alive than dead
When your world is crashing inside out
To sky be bound
Look up instead

When the rolling clouds are sounding out
And the river ink is pouring down
And the flood is in your basement found
Stand proudly upon on your here and now
Don't sink your brow
Look up instead

When the voices jeer you all about
And the rumors populate the town
When commotive chaos finds your head
Don't let the horizon slip you now
Though falsehood fed
Look up instead

And when the never becomes the now
And the time like nightfall pulls you down
When the sunshine strays its fading stead
May the storms internal you allay
In peace be found
Look up instead
In short. When the turmoil grips you and the storm berates. When your hope is in shambles and your life is at end. Look up and see his goodness again. Because even the storm displays his power. Even the end portrays his goodness. You just have to look at it properly.

Easier said, right?
Colm Sep 2018
I am too much of an all or nothing
Not enough of a contented now

An exhale warm in the breath of time
And a tall windmill standing still

With a quiet mind that won't shut up
And an open mouth to catch the rain

Unceremoniously I stand
On a world of ever encircling change

And I am the same
Am I the same?
Who knows if I was always this way? Definitely not me... Lol. Question mark? Lol.
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