Posted in Free Thought, Misc., New Post, Poetry

Stop Running from Yourself

Finding Myself By Valerie Runningwolf

I’ve never understood your type, ya know

So quick to make decisions about things you know nothing about

So quick to play the victim when situations are not in your favor

Never want to hold yourself accountable

Afraid of confrontation in fear of being disliked

or maybe disowned by people you love

You never think about your actions

Only after everything is already said and done

You escape from the light

Back to what feels familiar

Solidarity

You come back as if nothing happened

But it never is

Posted in Free Thought, Misc., New Post, Poetry

Passing Time

Passing Time By Adam Lupton

Help me escape the place I’ve created in my thoughts

Pillow talking to myself hoping it would make it serene

I dug a hole in my mind to hide you from myself

The parts of myself I have yet to control

But you always seem to find a way out

Almost as if you’re trying to be me in order to free yourself

Tired of being a prisoner of my mind

I want to forget you and you want to disappear

It sometimes make me feel wanted when you’re around

Like I once existed in your world

But I know it was just a phase

And I’m just another girl

Posted in New Post, Poetry

Honeymoon

Dancing Passion By Nicole Roggman

I didn’t need to light that candel

You shined so effortlessly on your own

Similar to the glow when I first laid eyes on you

The aroma in the room weakened the limbs

No longer standing

Instead on my knees

Worshipping every moment I have you in my presence

Falling in love all over again

ignited by passion, so much of it

Time nonexistent

You are the only person that consumes my thoughts

Even in this moment

An everlasting love

A moon in time we will never forget

A candles scent that will forever be ingrained in my memory

A love we share will forever bloom

A honeymoon to be forever remembered

Posted in New Post, Poetry

If Words Could Speak

They’re hesitant to be heard

Afraid of the reaction it might get

Afraid of how they’re perceived

No matter how many ways they’re expressed

They always come out with meaning,

Sometimes they’re interpreted lazily

They’re sorry when they’re hurtful

So they replace themselves with more compassionate meaning

The ones that makes you smile instantly

The one that make you pull you panties to the side,

and make up words that only make sense when you’re almost there

I love you

Lets do this

I’m sorry

But when there are no more words left to say

There is no more passion

We go silent

Eventually we disappear