New adventures

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I’m coming up on a new

Boat to ride.

I have just one more sea to sail

Before I step on board.

My ship mates will change

My first mates will stay but many others will simply jump

Over board.

I am excited to see new waters,

Fight for new treasures, And redraw some maps…

 

I’m coming up on a new trail to hike up.

I see the fork in the road,

With many twists and turns.

My party will divide, some walking a new path

Others following me on mine.

 

There is a new wonder of the world,

Growing in tomorrow lands,

Hiding past the badlands.

I want to be the first to explore it.

The first to become engulfed by its mystery.

 

On Shakespeare’s

‘Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow’

A brand new quest, brought by fate, shines

Its light

On new adventures.

 

Angelina Rosa, diligently writing for you Writingdilegently

 

 

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Meet me

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I want to meet you again in 10 years
When we are older and grown
When our bodys don’t hurt from growing
And we have the freedoms to do
As we will permit ourselves
Maybe I’ll message you first
Or maybe you will
We’ll see each other again
And say hey,
“Did you accomplish all that you’ve whispered to me?”
I want to know who you’ll become
And how you’ll become it.
I’m more interested in future you
Than I am in current you.

~ Writingdilegently

Stay away from me

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I was so rude to you today
I was so out of character
I avoided you while in the sane room as you
Didn’t even say hello to you
But I’m not sorry for it
No
No way and I sorry for that
If you really wanted to speak to me
You could’ve came after me
If you really wanted to see me
You would’ve called after me
Is funny that you got her
But spend so little time with her network
You cut me off
So I’ll cut you off back
Cause they say its all fair
Now that love has turned to war

What would you say if you saw….

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That one person who hurt you?
Who brought your world crumbling.
Something rude most likely
That they don’t deserve love
That they need to go to jail
Or something very vulgar.
Something true most likely
That you love them
That you still care about them
Or something heartfelt.
But the problem with that
Is when you actually get a chance, you don’t say those things.
Because then, that person
The one that caused you so much pain,
They get everything.
You get to keep your last words to them private
Because they are your words
Simply to be felt and never spoken

-Writingdilegently

A dollar for your love

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When we indulge ourselves
In the undefined and pre-imagined
World within our technologies
We loose touch with the inner workings
Of the things that fall around us
The contour of the faces familiar
The depth the the seas
The natural blues and purples of the sky
You see the children looking for it
“Hyper active”ly begging for it
A hand to hold
They’ll pay in full
Just a dollar for some love

– Writingdilegently

Been There

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I’ve been laughed at
For the way I walk
The way I talk
The way I smile
I’ve been made fun of
For the curl of my hair
The weight on my body
The aptitude of my laugh
I’ve been bullied
Because I speak a certain way
And I sit up straight
And I say too little.
So yes I’ve been there.
But I’m still here.

– Writingdilegently

The way I talk

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My voice to me
Is a mystical thing
I cannot stand it
But yet I do not hate it
My lyrics come
Like the creeks
In an end worn out home
My conversations
Come out
Soft and comfortable
The the breeze on a spring day
My read alouds come
Like cars on a freeway.

– Writingdilegently