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HeWhoExplores Dec 2018
Hanka, my darling

I remember when we first met, a Wednesday Eve if I recall

The sky was dark and beautiful, so clear even when black

When I first saw your face, I smiled almost immediately

Giddy perhaps, surprised and shy more than likely

And in this moment I saw a girl-

So pure and lovely, it made me weep with curiosity––

How does a man bring happiness?

To a soul so rich and sweet, with time so fine and scarce it was now or never

As the days passed and the hours carried on, I couldn’t stop thinking about you

From Slovakia you had come, you had found yourself in a vast world filled with-

Opportunities and enrichment, I could only admire your strength and courage

You have a beauty, so admirable and great I can’t stop looking at you, and a beauty so-

Adorable and real, it makes me smile even when there is no reason to do so

I wish you luck on your next adventure, to Canada you will go, this country you adore so

But remember me, your Irish boy––As I will remember you

Like a beautiful memory; always there and never forgotten

Bye for now, my love
love
Justyn Huang Dec 2018
I miss you
Myself, recurring
flapping through petals
of time

Rejecting the one by
My parents

Embracing, accepting
the One True Self
born into Mine.
Luna Jay Dec 2018
I love the smell of the rain.
Love feeling the release of pain.
Love feeling creative- love creating.
Can’t explain.

Love breaks my heart,
The world falls apart.
Feeling alone, but not set in stone,
Deserving a fresh start.

I’m immaculate with words,
I’m not standing with the herds.
Standing on my own two feet.
Anything else would be absurd.

I wonder where I’ll be,
I wonder what I’ll see.
In a land of grand disappointment,
I’m playing make believe.
Joyce Joadiyce Dec 2018
Moons to explore
The Earthlings future as space travelers
Maybe Martians of stars
Planets near far moonlights reach upon the Galaxy

You may share my poems
Copyright 2018 Joyce Joadiyce
Late night hours
Tends to make me
More vulnerable
To negative feelings
As if my guards are asleep
My defences are down
And somehow the demons
Then try to come in
Why is it that late night thoughts
Are deeper with multiple layers
Preventing you from sleeping
So you can explore through it all
Is it because the world is quieter
Those thoughts can finally be heard
It is like a blessing and a curse
A temptation at its worse
Because you're exploring
Thoughts that might just hurt
Time feels slower
During late night hours
Time feels the same in darkness
I hear nothing but my thoughts
The ticking sound of the clock
And the sleeping sounds
Of everyone else but me
SimpleWritings Dec 2018
I hope I find the kind of moments that take my breath away. The kind of moments that change me. I hope I travel to places that cleanse me. I hope I go to concerts that ring through my bones and make me feel alive. I hope I connect with the small things. I hope I look at someone mid-conversation and feel my stomach surge with the feelings I have for them. I hope I surround myself with people that encourage my spontaneity and respect my desire to explore and wander. I hope I live. Truly. I hope I don't hold back. There is so much to feel in this world. I hope I feel it all.
Robin Lemmen Nov 2018
And it is tiresome to think
But most of all I drown in sad
Knowing you will never know, me
Like I wish, like I know you could have
To explore my midnight tendrils
To watch me, be
Broken wishes that left scars on my skin
Explore boundaries knowing
Home awaits inside my arms
It is tiresome, so tiresome
To always ponder and dream
Stuck on wishful thinking
So, please
Don't paint me troubled
Think of me in pastels, a breath of spring air
After the confusion of winter's numbness has melted away
Seeker Nov 2018
why do you write
to float.
to soar
to explore my own thoughts
to explore the skies
the grass
the corners
and alleys
every crevice of my mind.

i write to learn
i write to be happy
i write to let off steam
i write to float off
and dream
of skies that are purple and pink
the grass that is blue and brown
the people that are pink
the skin that is changing

i write to create new things
create new worlds
create new rules

i write all the rules away
i write all my fears away
i write to choose my world
the one that is chosen for me
cannot control what i write
they cannot influence what i write
i write
and write
because I can
I can do whatever I want when I write

I can float
And writing is the only thing that can lift me
And that is why I write
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