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Mystic Ink Plus Jan 2020
Strive
Go deeper

To the roots
To the seeds
To a unit of life
To the infinite
To the unknown
To the hope
To find a way

Strive
Even further.....

As above
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: What Next
Jordan Hudson Jan 2020
Work my way up I'm okay
I got all my **** all day
Clean that up *****
Clean up my ****
Aye
I won't take you anymore
Your words don't mean ****
Hear my courage roar
The lion comes to quit
Yea
Goals and dreams my life it seems
Its great so get out of it
Doubt and hate admit
You are stupid *****
Aye
I got brains and fear and greed
I seek for myself kid
Just for me
Don't mean ****
Yea
Aye
Yea
Arcassin B Nov 2019
By Arcassin Burnham


My frustration is my only sin,
not seeing the ******' sight of it will leave my chest from caving In,
only a matter of time before we even see a purge again,
except this time it won't be written with a cinematic pen,
your lives are on the line , you're steady brainwashed again,
I'm done saving people with words man,
you and you and you and you and you are all the human equivalents
of the gullible,
simply not astronomical,
Are all our feelings and emotions real,
do i really know exactly how you really feel,
well is it too much,
Is there such thing as chill,
reading the gnostic bible , what will the light reveal.

©abpoetry2019
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2019/11/does-it-matter-anymore-at-this-point-in.html
Justyn Huang Nov 2019
Never tell a girl she's basic
It'll basically **** her.
Just a joke
Patterson Nov 2019
Para mí el futuro es una página en blanco
y yo agarro el bolígrafo.
No es seguro donde vaya o qué vea
y no se quíen encuentre en mi viaje.
Pero caminaré y esperaré
-al bosque donde soñaré.

Tal vez cambiaré mucho
y no reconoceré la persona en el espejo.
Puede ser que ore por días y años
y al final reciba la lluvia.
Me imagino que muchas cosas podrán pasar:
buena suerte, congoja, victoria y derrota temporal
Pero el futuro es mío
y es mío para crear.
Excuse the utter simplicity of this poem...
I am studying languages at the moment, and although I'm a long way from fluent, I do nearly like this homework assignment. You see, everyone is asking me about what I plan to do with my life - and in truth, I really have no idea or any semblance of a plan.
So maybe this poem is my response.
Denise Uy Oct 2019
my words are those taken from someone else's thoughts
they are fishes in a net with tiny holes that i say i caught
but they are also mine though they caught it first.
what is the difference between "im sad" and "im sad"?
and what is the difference between the same kind of fish?
if i grilled mine and you fried yours,
then that is the only difference.
there are no original emotions, only thoughts and concepts
Ray Dunn Aug 2019
sunlight dancing in,
doing pirouettes on my sill,
i leave her trails of sugar
and she dances on still!!

warmth sauntering through,
lounging on the floor
and darting up the stairs
desperate for something more.

a breeze trickling through—
her hair a soft plume
of cold silver and blue,
just to match the moon.
i’m really happy rn and i’m playing with some personification so yeah enjoy
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