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There is another girl I know. She loves to people-watch during the time she has to waste, and when she has no time at all. There is a girl that I know who rests her feet on a bench, with her knees tucked tightly to her chest. There is a girl that I know who is glued to a pen. I watch as she writes as fast as she can to try and keep up with her racing thoughts. There is a girl I know who observes more than you would expect. She keeps her eyes to the ground until the world turns around. There is someone I know who has stronger feelings than everyone else. She has energy for days, but has learned to stay quiet and still. She has manners that were learned from movies and English grammar books piled in her room. Studying every day because she wants to respect others, like the way the world should be. This person I know is beginning to let her guard down. She frowns more often than she used to, and her mouth is closed more than it has ever been. I see how tired she is as she slumps down in her seat, her legs stretched out past her desk. She observes the people who have been hurt like her and writes about how she wants to help. Her words on paper, like letters that have been written but never sent. Once you become invisible, it stays, and she wouldn't dare cross that line. There is a girl who observes a boy she knows. He struggles to manage the hurt and balance pain and work. She observes his idiot friends and watches the way he hides behind jokes and smiles. There is a girl I know who hides behind jokes and smiles. There is a girl I know who loves everyone she knows, despite actions and reputations. She has been stuck in relationships that pressured gossip, and pain. But now, she is told her heart is too forgiving for her own good. Even if this is true, she doesn't care. There is a girl I know who has found a few people who care for her in the way she longs to care for other people she knows. There is a girl I know who has gone to the doctor and found two enlarged masses in her head. She has been diagnosed with six different kinds of migraines. Her body is weak, and each time she moves, she trembles. This girl I know was told the worst sentence she has ever heard. A doctor asking, “Holy , how are you still alive,” proclaiming, “you have really been hurting, havent you,” it almost hurts to hear these words even more.
“It's gettin' hard to please 'em
You start to feel the rub
You know it isn't easy
Well, welcome to the club
Come on and join us in the club.”
– Joe Walsh
The marquee glares with brilliant light.
A talent takes stage to delight.
Too many hours, too long the show
Painful pressure in too hot glow.
How much more can they surely take
before they crumble and then break?
They are ever pressured for more
and always seem stressed to the core.
What more is left after they give
memories for fans to relive?
Choking on their artistic fame,
each breath becomes a burning flame.
Fraught with fear of losing the edge.
closer and closer they get to the ledge,
Woefully, they bend, twist, and crack;
pushed too far to ever come back.
Might 27 be given
to those depressively driven?
Another club’s members alive;
the ones who struggle, yet survive.
N-ice and warm regard
I-s brought to your birth;
K-ind weather brings comfort,
K-iss and hug
I-ntensify the mirth.
K-ingdoms and nations
A-re eager to send wish;
Z-ones of dark shadows
A-re pressured to vanish.
N-ight cold chill is gone,
D-ay thirteen in January;
R-ainy evening has passed,
A-llowing the morn to be sunny.
O-ne nice and warm regard
W-ill make you truly happy;
E-cstasy of the occasion
N-ever will make you feel empty.
S-uch sweet good greetings
O-ffer a thousand thrill;
R-apture of the moment
V-alidates what you feel.
E-xcitement deep inside
T-ruly comes from greeting card;
O-nly when you shall receive my nice and warm regard.
If I'm feeling pressured I'm gonna retreat
Your need for control is your cause for deceit
So back off my heels and give me some space
What I call a grip you call an embrace
You're still in my aura, I sense you with dread
I sleep as you sit on the side of my bed
And watch me in slumber and ask yourself this
"Is she dreaming of me?" You lean in for a kiss
But your hug is a strangle; an unwary snare
And my trust in you still keeps me lingering there
My dwindling safe house is too small for two
But somehow I always accommodate you
You feel 'entitled' to all that I am
And though it's unhealthy you don't give a damn
Get outta my shadow, get off of my cloud
I'm startin' life over and two is a crowd.
A nineteen-year-old boy
from Wallace
Idaho
who had, until this present time
never set foot beyond the city limits
or had a drink,
or kissed a girl;
stood in a sunlit
steamy
Asian field
and plunged his bayonet
deep into the heart
of a fellow human being.
Because he was asked to,
told to,
forced to,
pressured to.
The boy would later
step gently
on to a landmine
eviscerating
the lower half of his body;
and as his intestines
spilled onto the foreign land,
his lingering glazing eyes
stared
questioningly
into the slowly dimming light.
For the very briefest moment in time
two peoples were told to hate
to kill
as others had before
as others will do again.
stuck questioning if someone has feelings for you
unrequited love: I smiled never amazed by what
happens. I doubt if she has feelings for me, I'd question
why. It's probably because she can easily say what she
thinks in such clearity, and do to such affordability's
it can be justified as me being the right guy for her.
I felt the pressure of being pressured into a situation.
I knew for one she is temporay and those
eorminat fixtures in my life
wouldn't understand why I allowed her to position me.
" One of her friends told me a story about her brother
she said when they were small, she put cookie crumbs on
his face while he was sleeping and told there father he
took the cookies' See that kinda stuff just speak
about a person."I aint in know kinda love for real man!"
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She is A-1 singing and all but as a wife I'd think about it.
Today is Wednesday,
and the sun rises with the certainty
of a life half-lived,
a life daring to dance on the edge
without plummeting into the abyss.
I sip my hazelnut coffee,
nutty as my long-gone mother,
pondering the balance between zeal and prudence,
the knife’s edge where dreams and sanity coexist.
In the stillness of dawn,
I hear the grass groan,
pressured by the audacity of dandelions,
their yellow faces turned toward the sky,
defiant, like a heart unafraid to love.
Finite possibilities etched in my brow,
a map of roads taken,
and those feared.
I trace them in the mirror,
wondering if today I’ll find a new path,
or merely circle the familiar.
The radio sings of a world
that sometimes feels distant,
words of number one hits
lost in translation.
Do they know this dance of ours,
the tightrope walk of living fully
without the fall?
My daily poem complete,
ink still drying,
I ask the morning, what mischief shall I seek?
Perhaps I'll flirt with serendipity,
or brush against adventure's hem.
To live to the brink,
is to court the thrill
of the unknown,
to feel the pulse of life in every vein
without succumbing to the siren song
of excess.
Today, I'll waltz with wisdom,
twirl with daring,
find the sweet spot where dreams and reason
meld into a symphony
that is my life,
played out on the strings of possibility.
What mischief shall I seek?
The kind that leaves me breathless,
yet whole,
that whispers of a life lived fully,
a life danced on the brink,
with grace,
with wild, unyielding grace.
A short little guy,
walks by,
"please don't mind me,"
he wobbles.
His shadowed face it asks,
"is it five o'clock already?"
He hasn't had a meal,
his belly rumbles.
He sits outside the local market,
waving at each passing patron,
how busy they are,
ignoring his kind gestures.
His kindness is mistook,
with leers of suspicions,
just a little man,
in a big world, so pressured.
A lost soul,
who once had it all,
homeless,
people set his measure.
A hobo,
he's defined,
by his,
unfortunate life.
Is he,
only thoughts to you,
as bread is,
to taste the knife?
Do you believe,
that all is well,
in his world,
because he has survived?
A kind gesture,
would mean so much,
he's begging for,
acceptance from passersby.
Condemned and broken,
like the cracked bricks,
where he seeks,
warmth for the night.
Just a little man,
holding onto,
a simple gesture,
to stay connected with life.
Rosé are Red Violets are blue big time true?
You love me like violets are blue love you too
Happy Love Day to you your world's most happy day!
Your throne is among the great Healers!
Every time you shine big time daytime nighttime my body reels shakes for the blazing love you bring all the time at your feet my headrest as you pick me up in truth and wisdom does express love,s adoration has shaken and taken
emotions so silk
smooth delicate yet!
Wintertime spring up calm storms springtime combines what your climb has heightened my beloved come here now love calls! Tell it to the 4 winds that blow! What is the name of the one you called your most loved your heart desires you're whispered thoughts in the Lord's hands and ears often your
prayer of
wants.
And
Complete Surrender for and to you only!
Come here!
Come with a forceful.....
Kiss of Release! My lord be gentle.
Come here stand and touch pressured heat
beats upon my chest love always!
Come to a precise place we know!
Our secret garden come!
Where only love flows like a river brook! were I
trembled at your touch the time we first
really met!
come now!
Bring Anticipation! Hurry my love my given soul lover
ordained by the one and only true God of Love and Lord of lord,s
Hurry to assure me.
Come now quickly hurry! or answer this! What's the
name of
the Caressed Hearts
desired ascending and descending spirits of loves are mine
and yours
but
your attention is it me or another?
The most! Remembered!
Your Answer is
Blowing in the Eternal Wind's time the Forgotten
Tears.I will know the truth and the
truth shall set us free!
I owe you an apology I thought I hated you for leaving me behind.
but the truth is I hate myself for falling for you.
I didn't realize that I what I was doing was considered harassment.
I'm sorry that I got a little to attached to you.
I'm am truly sorry I never ment for things to go as far as they did.
now I see you in my dreams you ask me what kind of dreams.
I tell you some are the same and others are normal.
the truth is the dreams with you in them is something we never had true love.
I've seen what could of been and tried to warp that into reality
but it was just a dream that wont come true and I see that now
I'm sorry if you ever felt peer pressured into anything
we agreed to go our different way just know I wish you the best of luck
is crazy to think we got this far
you could of reported me for harassment but you didn't
you say you call me dork as a sing that you care
if you care then why cant we just be friends?
I'm trying to see it though your eyes and perspective but i cant
I'm letting go without letting go
so good bye till we meet again Ed