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Yashashvi Aug 2022
Aren't we humans born to be the carriers of moments ? that turns out to be past or the history which we like to name as memories ,carrying versions of people in our minds that we remember them as one and may be making them time travel so they will be remembered when they are no longer there may be by our side or in existence .
If not then,
why did we born and for what?
Brandi the Brave Jun 2022
Politics. People as huge crowds.
Paper and Pen.
Metaphors and Fights.
Human Rights Debates and Agriculture.
Voting is very politically charged.
Brandi the Brave Jun 2022
*******! There is souls in life.
Google Translate Sings is awesome. People **** because death.
You are all ******* and fuckwads of your own life.
Valid is valid.
How can this be it?
Wasn't there a talk of the promised land?
Where we could all be free,
running across the fabled white sand.

Here I am waiting for the day to come,
The day that will shine so bright.
And from the damp and cold corner,
I will walk into the light.
Sunset Meadows Nov 2021
What if we were to live in a world
          Where nothing had a title
                       How would things be different
                                Would people no longer judge?
                                             Would there be no labels?
                                                          Could we live in this untitled world?
Deep Oct 2021
I love you
Like
A
Literary Critic likes
To lampoon
An author.
Alec Llaneta Aug 2021
When a soldier marches, where does his focus go?
Forward? To glory or doom?
His mind filled with stories of honour and pride of wars long ago?

Backward? Of the life, they left behind?
To the wife, the child back home?
The medals to be shown as trinkets or to speak never more?

Have they ever stopped to look around? Of the country, to be or not to be? The mountains, the rivers, the towns and to the sea.
The damage to be caused? The life preserved?

Regardless, the solider marches
My Dear Poet May 2021
If it’s a penny for your thoughts
then it’s a bank in my head
where the automated teller
is swiping plastic cards instead
Descovia Apr 2021
Art defined to me is everything

about my life and passion combined

We are all masterpieces for those who have moved on or living, all continues for we are dimensional-travelers, eternal, special-gifted, magical beings

brought here to spread empathy, love, creation in the most captivating and influential methods possible.

Magic is not accessible without belief.

Art is meaningless, it's a MUST to involve HEART.

You can't have either without an element from both utilized.

Let your emotions bring your story to life!


Thank you all immensely for inspiring and encouraging me
In exact terms of building my platform towards my art!
I would be nothing without support from any of you!
Grateful for you being in my life and my HE"ART"
Sometimes a fall
is the universe's way of telling you
that you aren't grounding yourself enough,
that all you need
is to centre yourself
against the earth
in order for a balance
to find its way to you.

Often,
we put up the worst fights
when we fall,
simply because
we assume it is belittling,
and
in rushing to get back on our feet,
we miss the lessons
of the significance behind that fall...

Time is often most telling
in the most unorthodox ways,
so when you fall,
allow your rise to be at a pace
where you know that
your feet will help you stand firm.
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