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 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Satsih Verma
Charred―
blueberries.
I am returning your gifts
of cruel times,
when none was crying.

Chewed―
evidences.
I don't want to look at them―
to provide the measurement
of face.

A demoniac―
version,
of a sweet dialogue, stuck
in your throat.
You bend double.

Epitaphs
demand justice.
Nobody dies for his god, you
want to disappear to
take revenge.
thunder volleys
roll across the evening's sky
thunder volleys
drumming like the wheels of trolleys
a crescendo so loud in ply
as the grumbling noise trundles by
thunder volleys
Thoughts
Aren't
Malleable and Ductile  
Forced  
Drawn into Sheets
Conductivity Futile
Empirically Deduced

Words
Are
Malleable and Ductile  
Artistically Moulded
Strung up Embellished Pearls
Drawn into Sheets
A Pearlescent Sheen
Empirically Deduced
" Thoughts are framed in beautiful words "
 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Donna
Spilling over the top
Magnolia decorates daylight
Upon minature words
Incased in fluffy clouds
Ones that still softly
Without movement
Where the surface is
In suspended lockdown
Sitting silently inside
Ready to give
The walls a fresh look
Of happiness
To bring smiley faces
Into a new home
Where life positivity
Gives a whole new perceptive
Of nice lazy
Live in the moment days
Inspired by a tin of paint :)
 Nov 2017 Mystic904
Rebel Heart
Seldom does one write an emotional poem
Not relating to death and depression
Nor the dark demons caged within...
A shard of the dark side of the soul
Can be found buried within
The depths of each poem carved onto the page
With the ink of the beating heart...
And maybe that reminds those of us
Who live and bleed between the words spilled
That only in the suffering
Can we truly begin to understand
And only in the understanding
Can we truly begin to live...
Because we live
Only to spill these words
So that others may have a chance
At the second life that blooms
From all the heartache...
All only so
The world can be seen
In the different lights
The aching words promise
Bits of a writing assignment buried back in time about the topic "Why is the 'best' or the most historically popular poetry depressing?"... Leave your thoughts
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