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Sparkle in Wisdom
Do I have a tongue,
Can I speak too?
In this strange world,
Am I a human too?

Do I have a heart,
Can I live too?
In this strange land,
Am I alive too?

In the midst of Oblivion,
I search my visions,
I once used to dream,
As a young teenager,
In Sea of Paro s
I try to remember,
The faces of people
I had once lived with
Father, mother, brother
Of all those people
I had once called family.

I came here as girl,
I am shared in the family,
I born plenty children,
I am sold and re-sold
In and around
To any men who
Can afford to buy,
I am kept but
Seldom married,
Each street have
it's own paro,
They all have
But the same story.

After some years
I cease to exist,
For the people
Who bought me
I am an old cattle
Who no longer
give them pleasure,
I am now a burden
A liability soon
To be shedded..

They don't throw
me though,
They leave me alone
In a small room,
I have become a mother
Of a girl or two
I have new family
But no identity
fits me ever,
When I come here
I became a Paro,
When my times up
I die a Paro!!

Paro is short for
Pardesi, a foreigner,
I am the girl
Bought for men
From another land
Into there land,
To born son's
For there motherland.

This is ordeal of
A soul that once lived,
Now it's just a body
With no role,
No fiction this
It's a real story
A reality of some
Distant land !!

That land for you
Is so very strange
Where eight young man
**** a pregnant goat!
And the strangest
thing is they
go away and
Roam scot free..!!

Soon the elders in the village
Will have a big meet,
They will give compensation
To the owner of the goat,
And free from the sin
There precious young boys
The martyred goat
Will also have new name,
And so it will soon
Be christened to
A new species of
a first of it's kind
A Welcome from
an animal world!!

And so I ask again
Do I really exist?
What form of life
Do I have here?
In this strange land
Are they human too??
Does even a little atleast
A thing called
Humanity exist???

Sparkle in Wisdom.
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
Is off-brand raisin bran
Is how you say school is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
BJ Donovan
We're debris in the sea that is humanity
    where we meet by chance in water's
    fickle movements. I want to hold you
    if only for a tick of time to love you.
Arlice W Davenport
is in the cards, some say.
But I never accepted the deal.
I took my life into my own hands.
I took my life, striking a lethal blow
to Ted Hughes' heart. Infidelity lay
in the cards for him. I never turned
them over, knowing what I might find.
In case it is not obvious, the speaker is Sylvia Plath.
The stories of girls getting a prince to sweep them off their feet
was all I needed to search for him
asking the boys if
they were my one and only
Until, one day I got a yes
, but he wasn't the one *
And as the years went by I gave up hope
Until, the princess walked up to me
her frilly golden curls
and sea blue eyes
sang songs of true love
she swiped the floor from under me
and came in for a kiss.
Now joined by the heart
After the royal wedding.
what is love
I tear my heart out
and put it in your small hands

then new people come
i grow a new heart, smaller
tear it to more pieces
and give them all away

when i come back from a trip
i take the longest deepest sleep
and wake up with a new heart
then when i go out to eat things i want
this heart, pumps my blood, directs my eyes
tells me what to feel

if i ever have many hearts at once
i don’t need to shred any of them
still, i just give them all to you
wonder what you would do with so many intact, throbbing red hearts
while i wait
for a new batch in me to grow
does anyone live without love ?
Stephen C Shilling
Water ripples
to the stones I throw
and then they sink into the waters of my sadness.

I have almost
in those waters.

So then why do I keep skipping stones?
Here is a lil short poem I wrote
Ego will go
humility is an
great tree of life!
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Star BG
Humanity asleep asleep for a while
pillaging Mother Earth
Spreading hate and destruction
Lies and separation
Flash alert to consciousness
Flash drive installed with wisdom
Flash of energies come
DNA changes
Instincts evolve with birthed ones knowing
Hence Humanity changes
one moment at a time

A new Earth
Inspired by Peter Lim
Our world is changing
More people are opening hearts.
New age is here but it happens slowly
It is indeed exciting times
Mikey M
My teeth shattered
I screamed for help
but I was mute
Words lay flat on the floor
Upon their feet
They walk over me and my words
My teeth lay in piles
Blood pools in my hands
And no one sees
Scars on my arms
I won’t amid i put them there
And no ones sees
And no cares
I had a nightmare and this the result.
I'll see what I can make
out of the leftovers I have.
Although, it's never too long
until the milk turns bad,

until a love turns sour
in an online second;
since, an online minute
wastes a real-life hour.

But in a snap-shot moment,
I can find life for weeks
on my stash of sugar truths,
until I forget to eat;

forget to breathe;
'til I don't even need to sleep
because the lovehearts on my photos
sing such soft melodies.

And despite the fact
that often I can't sit at ease,
somehow this perfect madness
always tastes so bittersweet.
a poem about the addictive nature of social media
caroline kealler
everything will be alright in the end
but the end seems just so far away
sandra wyllie
This Me

is me there,
what you interpret of it,
project onto it. This me
is me here,

what I interpret of it,
what I project onto
it. Who is right then? One is
a stranger, the other

a friend. One I denounce,
and one that I love. Little hint,
the one I denounce
is struggling hard.
wake up wanting to cut your ear off. the moons the only thing laughing at you for not being able to sleep. you're reminded of the eyes you've fell for. sway with them for a bit. drink red paint to ease the pain. cut it off. give it to some girl you just met. playing only the white notes on a piano. drink more paint. cut off the nose this time. give it some other girl you just met. read Tolstoy. to ease the pain.
I dream of Paris
I dream of France
I dream of white wine gripped by your soft hands
The view behind you is breathtaking
But not enough to distract me
Buildings of stone catch my eye
Maybe thats why your heart ran me dry
But I’m not one to complain
Especially about you
Et je suis adonné à tu
Ça va
Ça va
Avec toi
Hannah Garrigan
I have never been closer
This is no drill
That last breath I feel drawing
The fear of failing
Pain held in my heart
Longing for clarity
Unable to find
I know you feel strong enough
As if you can mend
But I am broken
This time it's the end
The only sadness is my lack of a goodbye
This is no fault of yours
I can not be saved
I am done.
Dennis Willis
Things get out
'at shouldn't

izzat a melting inkyness
rubbing its catness

on your
put together

put on
we know

what's melting
on the sofa

finger fast
nightless time

searches me
for day's devil

I have it here
with me now

I'll run right

Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
Timur Shamatov
I watch you smile for the last time
Your fragile heart is growing still
With tear soaked eyes
I place my lips upon your brow to say goodbye
One final breath and then you’re gone
I look to the sky about to see you off
Across the line your soul has passed
Through darkness into light
You take your place in galaxy of stars
And it fills my heart with loving joy as
You ascend to Heaven’s Gates above
Wrote this for a friend who’s grandmother has passed away.... imagining how she felt as she watched her loved one move on.
Thank you for all you do
and for just being you
I love you
you love me too
If you ever feel blue
My love is on queue
I’ll do all I can do
Till there’s a break through
I’ll even go to a zoo
And find a gorilla to subdue
Trek the Nile in a canoe
And wrestle crocodiles for you
A desert I’ll pass through
Just to find a Gnu
this may all seem untrue
Or a feeble attempt to woo
Your affections a new
It’s neither of the two
I just love you
And bid you adieu!
Everyone needs to feel like they have secrets.
I loved you.
That’s my secret.
Miss you, you
are my sunlight
the rays of unlimited warmth
now gone cold
as my long hair grays
becoming vast storm clouds
waiting for the coldness,
to take over
So we are reunited,
once again
I fell into the arms of the night
Hugging the shadow of her silhouette
She pulled me in
And swallowed my eyes

Her fingernails
Traced my lips
As she took a bite

And I caressed her darkness
Without the need for light

Over curves and starkness
My hands were sight

Then she stood tall in the sky
Thick and wide

And as she laid over my body
She cloaked our delight

We played in sweat and Fahrenheit

And as she pitched black
She arched her back and began midnight

A few more hours
The sun came bright

       Then she disappeared
       And spit out my eyes
There's a hole in my heart

A void in my mind

A deep desire for nothing but want

A need for something like fun

Adventure and thrills

Seekers and pills

Falling into a blackness

So dark I'm turning blue

Such stark it's only true

Helpless and innocent

Forgiving and iridescent

I bond with strangers

Act bold, I'm not the tamest

I am stuck, so stuck

I don't know how to get out of here

This place, this room, this hide

This mask, this facade,

This glass, this wall, this broken bridge

It is all burning up into flames

Watch it, sink

Down it goes deep into

Black Waters

- soulwriterj
Written in a state of fragility and lostness.
IG: @soulwriterj
her marked atonement
for many a crime
seemed to console them
at least for a time

but soon that too faded
right back to the dark
right back to the epithet
the Beast with no Heart

that gave her no option
but to whip up a spell
for that is all she knew
that devious belle

the noxious, thick vapors
soon spread like a fog
and none were the wiser
A Queen’s monologue
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
Daniel Ruiz
I'm here sitting
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
memoona kazmi
nothing can hold me back now,
neither any luxury,
nor any love,
neither any goal,
nor any determination,
don't tell me now,
that you will be there for me,
when i have stood alone,
in the breathtaking storms,
watching my sail,
being blown away,
don't tell me you love me,
when i know you don't,
don't tell me it's all gonna be better,
when i already know,
you will always be you,
and i'll a;ways be me.........
sometimes i call hello into the darkness
just to prove to myself that no one is there

sometimes people reply
Makayla Jane
I feel alone;
The kind they bring
Blackout Poetry I did that was taken from the lyrics of Stolen Dance by Milky Chance.
Feel free to share revision ideas (:
Hadrian Veska
Rise and fall
Ebb and flow
As tide does come
And tide does go
Raise on up
And settle down low
These are the things
That we do know
Johnny Q
the sea
so different from the sand
go down deep enough
and you'll find
sand at the bottom of the sea.

the sand
so different from the sea
dig deep enough
and you'll discover
water hidden under the sand.

you're so different from me
and I'm different from you
beyond the surface
at our very core
you'll find
me hidden in you
and you in me.
She controls her laughter,
lets it slip from the edge of her mouth,
the corners of her lips lift ever so slightly,
then, she makes a sound,
seamlessly, her fingers graze my thighs,
smoothly, her eyes meet mine,
and in her eyes, I see my reflection—
aflame, abashed, and fiery,

She is the answer I’ve scoured the world for,
and yet, she, herself, remains a mystery,

Ah, I see,
She controls her laughter
as easily as she controls me.
I want to find happiness. The thing about that is that it feels close to impossible to do so.  I’m sick and tired of feeling this way. I don’t want to live my life this way. But I live my life making others happy. Or I try to at the least. But I hurt you. More than anything and I know that I can’t do anything. And until the day I die I would do anything I can do to make you happy. I love you… still.
I know at one point or another you are going to read this.
im wasting my life on pointless things.
my vocabulary is not small
nor my imagination weak
but every time you seem to call
I find no words to speak
Dennis Willis
I admit
my inner brain

is very clear
on this

Rex likes

And seizes
my consciousness

like a newly minted fed
seizes an Escalade

wafting clouds
of coke

when one rounds
into sight


And I am barbaric

The man no woman


Blood draws down

Into the past
of have no words




have worth

Says the DNA
spending you

to see
in time

to save


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
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