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 Mar 2021 Ky
Victoria Jennings
Name
 Mar 2021 Ky
Victoria Jennings
I still cringe when I meet someone with your name

Your name

Like the slowest poison
It never leaves me

Just slowly eats away

Ah your name

How I wish I could eradicate it from my soul
 Mar 2021 Ky
Emma
liber
 Mar 2021 Ky
Emma
Everyone has a book.

Every single book is still incomplete until the day that its owner expires.

Some of us have nice, clean books on the outside.
"What a nice book, I bet it hasn't been through too much, it's in such great condition."

Open it.
Go on.

Read their story, will you?
What does it say?

Every book is worth reading.

The most beautiful ones are the saddest ones you will ever read.

So.
Tell me.
What writing lies within your book?
 Mar 2021 Ky
Akta Agarwal
We expect kindness from god,
We expect love from our close ones,
We expect care from our friends,
We expect time from our children,
We expect respect for everyone,
We expect the return of what we have given may it can be love, money, care, respect or family,
But sometimes we also do expect sympathy,
Why do we expect sympathy?
Or,
Why do we have so many expectations.
It is said that don't expect anything from anyone till your last breath
Because expectations from anyone will give you the biggest threat of life,
But don't know why do we expect!
Expectations makes people weak and sad.
Sometimes it brings tears in someone's eyes,
But then also we have lot of expectations don't know why?
We know it hurts to expect something from someone but then also we can't help it.
Why do we have so many expectations?
 Mar 2021 Ky
Barbara R Maxwell
Waking up
Early morning rituals
Watching the sunrise
Surveying the blue sky
Enjoying the coolness
Admiring the beauty outside
Anticipating the day
Waiting for coffee or tea
Breakfast
What to have
Checking out the news
Being alive
Savoring the pure joy of it
 Mar 2021 Ky
SassyJ
Vinyl record
 Mar 2021 Ky
SassyJ
The vinyl record just rotates
in circuits of unforseen loops
queued in the unending circles
revolved strains of melodies

Yet every song remains the same ​stamped of a watered down clef
rooted fragile moments of numbness
gated inside notions with bricks

Even if the sun roars in a trumble
she remains that inhibited builder
a human, that fragile sort of a woman
a protective rooted architect of life
 Mar 2021 Ky
Zoe
white boy, hush
 Mar 2021 Ky
Zoe
Fangs aren't required
to tear into meat.
Blunt teeth and hidden molars
do just fine.
It may take more
chewing,
more mulling over
the dead thing
in your mouth,
but eventually
you will savor and devour it,
and swallow it down,
forgetting after the last gulp
about the life you just
consumed.
 Mar 2021 Ky
Dr K S Bhardwaj
The Teacher Was Moving Around,
Saw The Child Drawing A Sketch,
She Came Nearer To The Child,
Saw Her Laboring At A Stretch.

The Teacher Said,
“What Are You Drawing Dear Mine,”
The Child Said With A Smile,
“I Am Making The Divine.”

The Teacher Reminded The Child,
“No One Knows What God Looks Like,”
The Child Quipped Smilingly,
“Just Wait And See what God Looks Like.”
Innocence Is One Of The Traits Of A Child. His Innocence Is Coupled With Firm Faith In Himself And In What He Does. The Poem Exhibits The Same Innocence And Trust.
 Mar 2021 Ky
Felix Hackberry
Dawn
 Mar 2021 Ky
Felix Hackberry
What a time to be alive,

New day, mask on,

The eyes, they don't lie,

Is your character off/on?
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