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Muluuta Mugagga
stuck on you, i am
but the self in you
deeply rooted in another!

why is the meeting point
scared of us?
love is funny

Verse 1:

Don't tell me that
You miss me

Don't you know
I feel enough
As Is

Don't tell me that
You're broke and

You know that I
Can't handle all
Of This


Don't share with me
Your pain
I can't take
It all

You know I'm
Not as strong as
I was in my
Golden age

I can't fix
Your broken parts
Or soothe your
Aching heart

I am the only one
That I should
Try and save

I still miss you too
But I am
What I was

I can't lift you up
While I am
Lying On the

I still hold
Out hope I'll
Be Back

I'll show up
And make it
All OK

But Not

Don't tell me that
You're broke and
Unfinished song...
Felt strongly today...
Some souls are a little too porous
They break promises and justify it
A little too effin effortlessly
Words are my only medium these days
And I’d hate for you to have to hesitate
Just because you lack character and have
Nothing relevant or useful to relay
Walter W Hoelbling
if we could be
someone completely different

at least for a while

child to adult  woman to man
asylant to millionaire  president to farmer
human to animal or tree

or vice versa

we can imagine all this
in our phantasies and virtual worlds
yet we are missing essentials

to BE a mouse  a bear  a shark
a president  a film star  a tree
is to feel  think  sense  suffer
live in their alien worlds

maybe also understand

at least for a while
difference  alien understanding j
Carmen Jane
Sitting on the verge of darkness
Had my left hand melted into it
Quickly I looked away, to my right
And I see the tall green trees
I see their tips
Like a giant ,I step on them
They won't bend a bit.

Yet the birds feel ...
They quickly gather,
In formation,
To shape my missing hand.
That's how, here I stand!

Now, when I sink,
I'm tall as a tree.
I share the same light
Yet I don't share their roots
My journey is not done,
As my walk has just begun.
F A Pacelli
when they insult you
smile back
when they hurt you
smile back
they don’t matter
you matter
so smile back
know in your heart
you will show them all
what you are made of
Mystic Ink Plus

Genre: Abstract Inspirational
Theme: Immortality
london b blue
what a foolish girl i am
crying over the past
mourning the future.
whispering sweet nothings
to men who's names
i don't even know.
you cared a little less yesterday.
i should've been grateful
because you don't at all today.
'how was your day'
East Wind
Absence came and hid the cracks.  
Wasn't she suppose to make the heart long?
she said fonder, bolder, tighter, closer...
She lied. She formed habits designed to hide.
Lawrence Hall
It appears, not every century, no
But every four years in the season of snow
When presidential candidates are hard-pressed
For votes, and in new lumberjack shirts are dressed

The Brigadoon Diner appears in the mist
Whenever there are babies to be kissed
By politicians flown first-class from the city
In designer boots that have never been s**tty

Pancakes and coffee, and an incessant buzz
In a down-home America that never was
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:

It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Christina S
hearts entwined
in passion
and chemistry
the verbs
just on relay
but my heart
skips a beat
every time I
think of you
Peasant The Poet
Arms wrapped tightly,
loving embrace;
every hug haunted,
laced with your trace.
Not that I can’t
but I simply won’t
until you can
then I shall...
Randy Johnson
Mom carried me for ten months, I was one month late.
Tomorrow will be my birthday and I'll be turning forty-eight.
In just two years from now, I will have lived for half a century.
It was 576 months ago when my mom gave birth to me.
Pooja Jajoo
You have to be happy yourself.
No one is going to make you happy until or unless you yourself is happy.

Everyone here in this universe is in their own zone, dealing with his/ her problem.

No one is bothered with what you do and how you manage it to do.

You have to make it on your own.

So just start working.
You think we matter
and you think we’ve gone far?
I will teach you better
how much matters a star?

Not a lot, insignificant
It's just one tiny light
but we look the same
in someone else's sky
Moodette main
Katja Pullinen
Good person from elevator.
I wish you find your love.
This is my final goodbye
It's hard for me to see you walking by with that other guy
Even though your heart didn't feel the same way
but I'm glad you brought me joy
Time kept moving forward
but I kept standing still
Waiting for you to feel the same way
but I guess such things only happen in dreams
So, that's why this is my final goodbye to you
It's time for me to move along with time
and say goodbye to this bittersweet dream that kept me tied
Average Dreamer
I want my meaning to transcend the
and to bring
together future
to have my words
mean something
in the millenia from now
i think you get it
Shadow Dancer
I am the storm
You are the peace
Everything I do
Makes you go away

Alone I shed my tears
Among the battling winds
I mourn a dreadful loss
The price of you is death
Some days I awake fearing my own tears.
They pounce like wolves..
When you show your vulnerability.
People make me sick by their insensitivity.
I wish they could be more reasonable
Not thinking others to be incapable
Coz when the targeted ones gather their might..
Their own position will become tight.
The tables shall turn..
And the wolves shall burn.
life is sometimes so challenging
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
What's the point
Of telling the truth
If even my truth
Is at question?
Grace E
Of course I’m tired, but
I don’t stop when I’m tired
I stop when I’m done
This mantra has been applied to many different situations in my life, from dealing with depression, to cleaning my house. It’s not over till it’s over.
Noah Rein
‘I just need time’
Is a thing I say pretty often
But the thing is
I approach everything with caution

I’m not spontaneous
I can’t just jump into new things
I know it’s weird
But I need to know what each day brings

Every new thing
is a mountain for me climb
So I just need to plan ahead
You see, I just need time
e v a n n
what if i killed myself?
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
White Lion
And as the poet is in love with his creation,
pouring his divine confusion
into words,
which form the scene
all on their own,

Hades watched a thousand dying butterflies above the Acheron,
shooting star leaves melting
with this everlasting song of grief -
lost souls trying to save themselves
through holding onto black waves in ecstasy
for never having to face the light in their eyes,

he was awakened.

In death they fell
and with them their eggs,

putrefaction of slow motion dragons
spinning beds on Acheron's black surface,
warming what shall be
the birthplace of many
building bridges between
the twilight of their mother's fleshy ground,

a sight of life on his putrescent river,

- his cold shoulders shiver -

in contrast

veils withered,
shadow petals
covering volcano cliffs
at his feet.

Striding in tune of falling wings,

freezing hands dive slowly
through the riverbed
in snowfall of these many
broken ways

Bend death
reaching for
forgotten roots,

once there was a fig tree
decorating somber blues.


"Confusion is a sensual state."

"These corpses would call it abuse."

"You did what you had to do -
the lost, they crave for similar hues,
loneliness has to swim through shadow rivers,
they would never know what light was,
if it wasn't for you.

He held her hand that night,
opening the fig with his teeth,
their souls made from the same star,
their flesh, pale clay,
eyes glimmering from afar...


Sister ashes,
contractions for the wounded,
left where darkness could feel the cycle of
day and night.

- "Only in her eyes" -

- "Only in her eyes" -

He wished her ashes could have cried,
so he did release the disease
to please dry ground.

The Acheron born
in tears forlorn
through sight
of a body loved
under the fig tree

which should have kissed the sun,
despite preset destiny.

- Her movement, melody feeding fireflies in underworld's ties,
her voice, a caress to remind  -

Hades grabbed his heart
where her rooted arms
were touching the source
under layers of black sand

and silk worms shat bridges between liquid graves,

not even habitual waves were able to stop
these equilibrists from dancing
above this once started ****,

the legacy of rainbows
eternally engraved
in rebirth of
flying tenderly
to space.

White strings
angelically touching
devilish safes
capturing hopeful bays
have risen ways
of difference
in his shameful prays.

- A ladle carved out of the sky,
right there where his sister died -

New meaning,
defeating told,

he scooped silk bridges
into his hollow heart,

stitches in corners,
tension in twilight
a song to be sung
for the fragility of her caring fingers,
gentle masters of the art
of turning black to gold,

he created the harp.

Corpses calm.
Honey drooling eyes.
Hades conquering Mars.
I was built like a catastrophy
like so much wreckage and despair
that you felt compelled to look
but you hated every second of it
Carl D'Souza
Everything my love wears
is beautiful
because it’s on her.
You used to adore me
Then I finally let you in
And now all you see
Are my flaws and insecurities

Is it all in my head
Or did you prove myself right
Is it because of what I said
Or what I did that night

I was so stupid
I was so foolish
I knew I shouldn’t have done it
But couldn’t help and be selfish

All I wanted was to express
And now I’m depressed
Because of the excess
Actions I could’ve accessed

I can be obsessive
But please see my intentions
I was trying to be impressive
But all it caused was tension

This is my flaw, I know
I just wanted to show
All the love that you deserve
But it’s that I couldn’t preserve
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.
Being real is
the simplest
form of honesty.
Sweet blueberry wine
from across the sea
you brought to me
the lovely night

Where she swayed
and laughed like bells
dancing free around
the shabby kitchen

that first time
we drank drunkly
she on sweet wine
and me on her smile
It's easier to watch sometimes, drinking in their addictive mannerisms than to tell them.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
My soul was more loyal
Than your shadow.
You let me go
I accepted
Then why now?
After all this time.
Your rusted sword
Cuts deeper.
Deeper than I have ever thought.
Claiming good
Doesn't make you good.
So let me go forever.
I was chased by
But I was never
Maybe I was
too happy?
It’s time to free your memory from my mind
Now your memory will not haunt anymore

It’s time free my heart beats from you
And now it is capable to beat without you
Rishabh Sharma
Your maybe is enough for me
I don't want a YES
As maybe always calculate it's chances of rejection..
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