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 Jul 2018 nish
Zaynub Elshamy
If we could mend a soul
with a quick and easy fix
If we could just jump into
the chaotic spinning mix

Then life wouldn't really be
worth the gold
Which we find buried within
every persons' story told

We must find time to
listen, love and learn
This in and of itself is the
only way to catch your
worldly turn
 Jul 2018 nish
Onoma
Blue Pearl
 Jul 2018 nish
Onoma
i dove down to the bottom

of Mariana Trench, to plant

my blue pearl.

it's the very point when the ocean

and sky look into each

other's eyes, and let loose love.

as clear as your face in a dream

asking me to profess this immensity...

which now i have.

i awoke to a blue jay crying hysterically

out the window, and energy gushing

from the crown of my head.
*The Mariana Trench is the deepest part of the world's oceans, located in the Western Pacific Ocean.
 Jul 2018 nish
Srijani Sarkar
I sold this moment
for the price of

momentary happiness.


Memories are not refundable.
#today #now #moment #memories #time #life #people #momentary #happiness #bliss #refundable #price
Chocolates have tasted many
Dark bitter white
Candied and sweet
Local
And from different parts of the
World
Loved them all ,when I ate them
Yet
One, I love the most
Is Cadbury’s Dairy Milk

Unwrapping the purple-golden wrapper
The aroma sweet
Melts in the mouth always a lovely treat
Sweet memories of childhood it brings many
Of sharing the love and care
https://youtu.be/NheJiVVLgzk
Sharing this link to an old Cadbury’s ad from 90’s
 Jul 2018 nish
liv grace
What came first? The flies or the act of flying? This is going nowhere.

You had teased me about eventually writing about this moment. This moment and every other moment. Cigarette in hand, pink blushing my cheeks “yeah right”. I could never grow tired of this. Feeling so incredibly close to somebody that you know there will never be room for regret. We are not two, we are one and I’m pretty certain I’ve loved you since you were born. Probably longer than that. The sun looked over her shoulder to say hello to us that day. Watched you run around the cement staircase and discuss your orbit around me.

What came first? Forgiveness or sin? This is going nowhere.

I think of you farthest from the boundaries of this existence. Like maybe you’ve always been a day dream. A lost thought. An open-ended question. You in your crinkled smiles and loud poetry hiding behind punk rock. You in your black coffee and sarcastic comments about my own soft words. You in your never-ending paradox. I don’t think we’ve ever apologized to each other. What is there to apologize for? I’m sorry for finally finding you? I’m sorry for becoming the person you would eventually love more than life itself?

What came first? The lovers or the love?

It's okay if this is going nowhere, so long as i end up there with you.
 Jul 2018 nish
aa
stem
 Jul 2018 nish
aa
it had been resigned to me from the start.

the seeds i wove through his fingers when we were young began to grow roots through the skin,
they sprouted in july,
and they bloomed in mid autumn.

they were white around the edges, and faded yellow like crystal sunshine,
every petal delicate and divine as the last.

i reached to touch one of these once tender flowers,
and i was pricked by an unforgiving thorn.

such rage of a man so beautiful had turned a forgiving stem into a weapon before my eyes.

yet still,
i picked every flower as it grew.
 Jul 2018 nish
aa
midnight
 Jul 2018 nish
aa
he arrived in the darkness and broke through the sky,
i fell upon one knee as i kissed and i cried,
the violinists rhythm sped,
as i turned behind,
down fell the trees as clouds broke with a shriek,
down went the forest,
he stood mellow and meek.

i found myself floating upon a winter fog,
bisected between the beauty of the day, and the safety of the night.
i felt my hair recede, and my skin burn to the touch.

although all of my loves remained slaves to the light, i floated delicately, onto the darkness beam
 Jul 2018 nish
Mateah
What if....
 Jul 2018 nish
Mateah
What if every little thought
That lives inside your head
Instead of hiding away in there
Was spoken out, was said?

Would you be embarrassed?
Would you hate your mouth?
Would you rather be mute
Than let the truth come out?

What if every little thing
That people thought of you
Instead of being tucked away
Was heard, was listened to?

Would you be ashamed?
Would you cover your ears?
Would you rather be deaf
Than let the truth come near?

And what if every image
That passes through your thoughts
Was freed from its prison
To roam until it rots?

Would you be disgusted?
Would you look away?
Would you rather be blind
Than see your thoughts at play?
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