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 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Star BG
With 1000 ways in book
to play solitaire,
I shall never feel alone.

No, my spirit guides watch
tapping me in wind when need be.

My great grandmother
long past whispers
giving me direction.

Even my husband
pushing up daisies
tweaks my mind.

Yes, now I play
with 999 more ways to go.
A great way to spend
a rainy afternoon.
Inspired byMercy Party thanks
It seems these dreams have seeped into my head while in bed
I can't shake this feeling that life is the dream instead
I want wake from this nightmare called life as I wipe away my tear and try to over come my fear
This panic is tragic I wish I could live in my dreams like magic away from all the havic
I dream of a place with no pain no strife no longing for a knife no one to call you insane because everyone is tame
These dreams seem real I just want to feel normal but that's not possible

What
                                  if
         life
                                            is
             ­      just
a
                                 dream
 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Ellie Sutton
We all want to be liked
To have people see
The version of ourselves
We choose to be
And say, yeah
That's someone I admire
I aspire to be like
We all want someone
To look back on
The snapshots we've accrued
Over years of holidays,
***** nights,
And picture perfect food
And say, look
Here's someone who's got things sussed
We all want someone
To validate our lives
To comment that we're doing just fine
You're great
You're pretty
Your smart
Well, I guess that's a good start

We all want someone
To click that **** thumb
And validate the effort
Of keeping the mask on
 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Seema
Your heart has turned dark
Your eyes blinks a spark
Your breath almost stinks
The awful smell of your skin
Makes my head spin
This momentary night
As the sky is beamed alight
The moon shining over you
Sprinkling the magical dew
You climb on the peak
To embrace what you seek
I've grown too weak
With no energy to speak
My powers, I've lost
This kind of death is the worst
But you, trying to revive me
To how I was, I again can be
The approach of midnight
I'm holding on tight
My breathe fading slowly
Around none, I'm lonely
A vigorous howling cry
My throat has gone dry
I felt dragged under the moon
The magical dew showered soon
On my body which was torn
And a new me, was born...


©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write.
 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Seema
Away you went
Went on a Sunday
Sunday was my birthday
Birthday, ya' you forgot
Forgot to wish me on this day
Day already started on a sad note
Note that you wrote to me in bold ink
Ink of that of my favorite color pink
Pink was also the card that you attached
Attached also was a small cute gift
Gift that I thought you forgot about
About my special day, yet you not around
Around are just my family but not you
You left handing over a gift with this note,

"I love You, Happy Birthday, I will see you on your next birthday..."


©sim
Looping style
P.s. It's not my birthday yet ;)
 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Seema
I am losing my interest to write
Battling my senses, yet I fight
The emotions drain me down
And I find myself sitting with a frown


©sim
 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Seema
Below my feet, flows the river of death
Above my head, is a delusion filled wrath
The control of my emotions within my soul
I already see it burning and turning into coal
The earth itself has ripped apart
Engulfing many, there is no end nor start
Mountains and valleys flood with dead
The scene am witnessing is gravely sad
Winds are slowly dying, the creeks also drying
Some who are alive, wail out loud crying
The only species seem happy are the vultures
Preying on their catch, practicing their cultures
Have you wandered by now, who am I?
Fortelling this coming catastrophe through my eye
Readers, I am time within time
Passing each stage, witnessing every crime
The mankind daring with unthinkable deeds
Fulfilling their darkest desires and filthy needs
The balance of karma is weighing heavy on life
Be it anyone, one is sure to be killed by a knife
I see it all coming very soon, at a fast pace
Like it happens in an event of a relay race
My concern is on the upcoming destruction
Having everyone dead, and no one for reconstruction...

©sim
 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Seema
I write to feel at ease
I do not write to please
For I am a simple person
Living in my own world
Not a creature of talking trees
So many memories, this mind sees
Maintain a distance from me
As you are a contamination
That fused my life to freeze...
*                                  

©sim
in oneness of hope
we go forth

to taste the last tear
to face the last fear

indeed to cup the ear
on the cusp
of eternity's scream

bound by our fealty to reason
brought on by the savage mad-seasons
where legions of treasonous lesions
straddle continuum's seam

well versed in the precepts of sorrow
immersed in regrets of tomorrow
ingest we the beating breast
and pick the chest-bone clean

in life as in death
we resound

RE-SOUND
reverberated requiems

RESTATE
reinvigorated impetuums

RELIVE
unadulterated invectives

REVEAL
unemancipated objectives

we mustn't recoil
we shan't recant

upon words aflight
our spirits alight

in oneness of hope
we write
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