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alasia May 2016
I have spent my life stumbling over the same mistakes generations of the people around me made clear I should not make. I know now that though this life is hard: this life is good. And I believe it more than ever because I hear it in the music of her words and the smile on her face and I can't help but be excited to raise the new humans and prepare them for the race. They will know life is not always winning because that's always tripped me up, I will show them simple victories like learning to persevere through the hard things. So when they find themselves making my mistakes they will know its okay to walk away and that they never have to justify why they didn't stay because no person will ever be reason enough to cut yourself open and beg to be loved. In the distant future along the fading sun I can tell my life is far from over and in fact it's hardly begun, my life has started and stopped though the world has never waited and I've questioned how we've come into existence and I've existentially debated but I'm aware now, more than ever, I love. I love deeply and passionately and violently it's true, and someday that will be enough for somebody and they'll return the feeling with real meaning and together we will fight the blackness that has threatened us and create a fire in our chests that burns brightest when we're together so if we ever get lost in the black hole we can find each other's lights and be drawn to each other's warmth and this fire will never be extinguished. Like wildfire, we'll let it spread, share it with our family, our children, our friends. This someday life will one day be in my hands because I've found a sturdy balance and stopped stumbling and instead learned. Even when life hurts there are worse things than being burned.
I had to grow down to remember how to grow up.
liz May 2016
I searched for the words to say to you
in the floorboards that creaked and groaned
whenever the ghost of you would linger around my mind

In the same places I find you
as I stray into opposite corners of your room
to find something else in you
that should give me a reason to stay

Seduction isn’t wise in you
while I'm catching your eyes wandering
around the stumbling crowd
looking for something else to touch

I need to think about you with somebody else
so I can dance alone
and be okay with that

though you never wanted to dance with me anyway
Eloi Mar 2016
I can see  Watermarks on the ceiling
I can see Jesus and he's frowning at me
I see a dead seal on the beach
The old man says he's already saved it three times this week
Guess it just wants to die
I would wanna die too
With people putting oil into my air
But to be fair, I've done my share
Guess everybody's got their different point of view

I was walking down Sunset Strip, Phillip Island, not Los Angeles
Got me some hot chips and a cold drink
Took a sandy seat on the shore
There's a paper on the ground, it makes my headache quite profound
As I read it out aloud
It said "The Great Barrier Reef it ain't so great anymore
It's been ***** beyond belief, the dredgers treat it like a *****"
I drank 'til I was sinking, sank 'til I was thinking
That I'm thankful for this view
We either think that we're invincible or that we are invisible
When realistically we're somewhere in between
We all think that we're nobody but everybody is somebody else's somebody

Don't ask me what I really mean
I am just a reflection
Of what you really wanna see
So take you want from me

Satellites on the ceiling
I can see Jesus and she's smiling at me
All I wanna say is...

I'm just a reflection of who I've always wanted to be
I was inspired to write this when I was at the beach last weekend, and I saw a family of seals on the rocks, and one of them seemed to be dying, or dead. All around I could see the rainbow colours on the rocks from the oil that had been poured in the sea, that's why I wrote this poem.
Brigette Beck Feb 2016
Nobody,
just a
shadow of
a somebody.
And lacking a heart,
only the memories
of the somebody remain.
Residing in neither the light
nor the darkness, only in nothing.
A shell of the somebody’s final stand.
Dirt Witch Feb 2016
We’re all waiting for that someday somebody that will make our skin feel like liquid gold and make flowers grow out of our ears. There’s a the Milky Way in our neurons that we’d be left to discover on sleepy afternoons in October when the leaves are still look like ripe peaches and the sun sets at 6 o'clock. In the spring we’d lay out in a field of wild flowers with syncopated voices filling the atmosphere and feel weeds growing beneath us until they found our heart beats. We’d feel our blood run quiet and warm and even our teeth would feel soft and our knees would be smiling. We’d lay there in the swelling silence of yes and inhale the floating flower seeds in the wind. We’d cough up bluebells and brambles for weeks. I’d make a map of all your freckles and connect all those cities with rivers of arteries until I could carry you around in my pocket in all your perfect symmetry. We’d laugh at the sun and squint at the moon. There's something too shadowed about it and it'd make me feel nauseated, but your feet would make the ground feel more solid and I’d find solace in the ridges of your fingerprints. We’d be all kinetics and soft, milky shower steam. Until one day your hands would start to turn dead blue and your body would grow gnarled and small. The doctor would find that one of the brambles got caught in the left vertical of your heart. You rot from the inside out. I’d sell purified salt and the world would feel dowsed in ***** lake water until it didn’t and I moved on because that’s what people do. Or someone would say “I never thought you’d end up with someone like her” and I’d laugh and say “me neither” and you’d kiss me. But you wouldn’t stop thinking about it until you ****** the brunette on the third floor and let her borrow my lingerie. You’d say “I’m sorry, I love you” and I’d burn the lingerie and then **** your best friend on our bed and we’d both end up shattered shells in a desert. We’d drown in ethanol. Or you’d get angry and hit me one day and apologize and I’d say it’s alright and try to fix you and end up spending a decade losing myself until I became a hollow porcelain bird on the shelf in your living room and our children would have to glue me back together. Or I'd realize you weren’t very intelligent and thought too much about nothing and that glow was really just sweat. I’d tell you’d I’d changed and we just didn’t want the same things, but really I’d just realized I was in love with a poem I made up and you were really quite a bore and saw the world in varying shades of brown. All those flowers in my ears would wilt and my skin would be a the moldy green of oxidized bronze. The day dream always ends in a corner with gaping hole in the floor and toes on the precipice.
Blank Canvas Jan 2016
I need someone who would look at me
The same way I look at the ocean, sunsets, and stars

I need someone who would talk to me
Everyday, from every waking moment 'til we fall asleep

I need someone who would listen
Not just listen, but comprehend everything I say

I need someone who would never take me for granted
Not like what you did to me

I need someone who would trust me
With all he's got

I need someone who would be brave
And fight for us until the end

I need someone who would want to be with me
And then everything would be alright

I need someone who is afraid
Of losing me and what we have

I need someone, somebody who's not you
Anyone but you



*But in the end
I'll push them away
Because they're not you...
I may be a nobody to a somebody
I may be a nothing to that something
I may be that little ant to that big elephant
I may be a servant to that monarch
But,all I know is that someday....
I will be a somebody
I will be a something
I will be a big elephant
I will be a monarch
I will soon prove that SOMEDAY I will be a SOMEONE.
DannyBoyJ Sep 2015
Make me feel like somebody new,
Somebody that wakes up and doesn’t feel as though they convey the weight of the world
on their remarkably un-muscular shoulders.
Make me feel like somebody who does have muscular shoulders,
at least then, the daily scuffle may feel somewhat manageable.
Allow me to wake up, make up and persevere with my day.
Let me feel as though every word that emanates from my mouth
was not the wrong thing to say.
When the tone of my voice seems stupidly louder than intended,
and I push away people I’m lucky to have befriended.
I’m not always like this.
ZainaMusic Aug 2015
Do you love, love, love me too (2x)

As We walk
Hand in hand
I asked you
Have u ever been in love
you said yes
It's been a while
And you want to love again
It was right there
When I knew
That
I love you
You are
the one for me
Let's take
It there
Just you and I
baby

(Chorus)

I've been waiting
For you
to come into my life
Fought a lot of battle
Search those great seas
Just for us
To be one
And I thank God
That I finally found
Somebody like you

By: ZainaMusic
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