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Erin M Petersen May 2012
Take a step forward, but never back.
Remember the future, but forget the past.
Hold her close, but never let go for you may fall.
Take a stand, but do not die in battle.
Walk the path you choose in life, but do not get lost in the darkness.
Hide your pain, but let them see the real you.
Learn to forgive, but always remember the truth.
Jump for joy, but don't hit your head on the rain clouds.
Walk along the ocean, but don't let the cold water nip your toes.
Sing along with the one you love, but don't sing to loud so you can still hear her beautiful voice.
Always look on the bright side, but it may hurt your eyes.
Put the song on repeat, but don't turn up the volume.
Take a bite of chocolate, but don't let in it's sweetness.
Sit in a room full of others, but don't see anybody.
Release the stress from you body, but don't forget the anxiety.
Stand in the pouring rain, but don't let the ground crumble under you.
Plant a tree, but never watch the pass of it's hourglass.
Sit in front of a computer screen, but never really write a word.
Hold you tongue when you want to speak, but scream in the silence.
Dip the paintbrush in the colours, but never let the picture out of your mind.
Go out with your friends, but don't let the knowledge of their hate soke in.
Wake up on a sunny day, but paint the windows black with tears.
Write the letter, but never send it.
Begin the sentence, but never end it.
Keep the secrets inside the little box, but never give it to the world.
Push the blankets back in the morning, but see nothing in the mirror.
Spin the silk on the wheel, but never make anything of the lies.
Hold your breath forever, but don't turn blue for your already dead.
Give a quick smile, but never let it reach your eyes.
Take a leap of faith, but realize to late that the safety net in gone.
Plug in the nightlight to chase away the dark, but only then do you understand that the darkness is inside.
Pick up the pencil, but don't draw on the stained paper.
Grab a snack as you walk out the door, but fall and leave it in the puddle.
Buy a book from the store, but don't open the cover for fear of what lays wait inside.
Enjoy the show, but let the stage fade to black.
jay may Mar 2015
They say if you breath slower time it's self slows down
convincing myself if I had more time I won't just ponder around
Problems may soke down on as like intoxicated air
And yet the solutions are harder to find then they appear
They make it seem easy to find like plucking ripe apple off a tree
But now a days that's harder to find than a big Mac and a large sweet tea
I just want to do the right thing even if it's harder to choose
I don't want to look back and pounder on the misfortunes that I didn't set aloof
As I spent my time to terrible use looking back at the mistake I happened to choose
I only get to think about the future instead of living it now,  convincing myself I have more time some how
I contadict myself and I seem to do it a lot and about this time I can slowly see my brain start to rot
Apoorv Bhardwaj Sep 2018
As I walk down the memory lane,
In search of the voices in my head.
All I perceive is an endless pain,
The verses you have bled.

The verses of a broken dove,
The verses of true love,
The verses of some shrine,
The verses of decline.

The desolation of your bliss,
The laughter that you miss.
The grief in your eyes,
The promises and the lies.

Of all the gracious deeds,
Is it here a tender heart leads ?
If this is what you deserved,
No justice will ever be served.

No drops will ever descend.
No hearts will ever mend.
No bird could ever trill,
Not even at her will.

You deserve to be loved,
You're meant to be adored.
The most exquisite of all,
A noblemen's brawl.

At times I crave,
Amidst my mind's conclave.
To hold you in my arms,
Keep you from the harms.

Far away we shall afloat,
Far from the letters they wrote.
Bereft of these endless nights,
Far from this certain blight.

Yet we cannot flow much further,
For I see the tides have changed.
A lady as broken as you were,
Grew stronger when estranged.

I witnessed what it took you,
To be yourself devoid of his gloss.
To forsake the ashes of a foul love,
To adore yourself you now emboss.

How shall I escape this plight,
How shall I soke you in my rain ?
Do I have a right,
To leave you vulnerable again ?

Shall I be joyous,
For you found your long lost shine.
Or shall I be in despair,
For you'll never be mine.

If only I'd have met you before,
If nothing more than this I could've swore,
You would've loved me too,
If only I could love you.
There are times when I feel that "No! You deserved better. This sadness, this emptiness this guilt and broken heart... This is not what you deserve. You deserved to adored and loved like the most exquisite beauties of nature .. like a beloved bride of a noble man." There are times when I wish I could hug you so tight and walk you out from that endless pain of lonliness... But then I see the stronger you .. I see how much it took you to start living yourself ...to walk out from the ashes of a wrong love ...to believe and adore of what you truly are. Do I have any right to leave you vulnerable again ?
Justin S Wampler Mar 2015
blues blooze *****
soak soke smoke
wright write rite right?
Aryan Sam Mar 2018
Ik swer jado
Me soke nai uthna
Us din dekheo
Sari dunia menu
Pyar karn lag jaungi
Te tuci bi
Charles Sturies Jun 2019
Names I've heard of certain
men associated with modern music
Jerry Wexler-had something to do
with Ketha Franklin

Bernie Taupin in David Geffen-
could berated with Elton Jon on
propuncing soke or his hits,
Nat Hentoff-jazz critic for down
beat jazz magazine
Holland Dozier, and Holland-Composers
if many Motown composer
collaborated with Harvey Fuqua and
later Johnny Bristol, I believe
B. Hobgood, a James Brown band
member who collaborated with Brown
In many unique good hits,
so much for that.

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