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 Jul 2018
Jermon
I come here
To free myself
From whatever that's hurting me

And get myself lost
In your life's
Troubles.

My heart
Empathising.
01.07.2018
Those times.
 Jul 2018
Jermon
You know you can.
You just don't.
01.07.2018
There are so many external factors that affect winning that it no longer becomes a test of one's ability, but being in the right state at the right time
 Jul 2018
Edmund black
This is hellopoetry
I do not dwell on
Hurtful comments
Or negativity
The insanity of the way
Humans marginalize
And hate others
Without reasons
Without merits
Is like knives in my heart
All I see is beauty everywhere
Every human on earth
Is a universe in their own right
A manifestation of uniqueness
That can never again replicated
I’m here to write and share my thoughts
With those who cares for it
Give the world a snapshot
Of my soul and it’s principles
My dream my pain
my emotion my humanity
If negativity is where you dwell
I implore you stay out of my inbox
Highly recommend you read
Motivating things
Or maybe listens to songs
That would cheer you up
I learned most storms
Don’t come to disrupt
Your life rather
to clear your path
The challenges equip you
With the necessary weapons
And tools you need to
Spiritually advance
Therefore I’m stepping
Into your hatred challenge
With confidence and much
More wisdom than I had.
Don’t let hatred dwell
In your mind and heart
For I have nothing but
Love for you my brother
If you had my life
You would understand!
love is beautiful but you don’t have a clue!
 Jul 2018
Ash
"You need to be thin"
"You have to dress pretty"
"You are naturally tall"
are all you need
then give me a call"
For
your acceptance into the hall
I watched what I ate
I worked out more
and became the facade
to please them all.
So
Click away Mr
take pictures of this skinny
model facade I put on
Prepare
the runway Mr
so I can flaunt andwalk
pretty,thin and tall
just don't ask me
did you eat today
because I'll say
sure I did
I ate plenty of
undernourishment
with a side of regret
sprinkling of diet pills
for dinner I will eat
instagram photos of food
post a few photos of my
pretty,tall,thin self
and suddenly I won't
be hungry anymore.
So click away Mr
Yes I ate and will eat
today
and still maintain this
facade for them all
It's quite sad that most of us want to maintain an "acceptable lovable image "that the society has put up for us.We are caught up with this dogma that we don't mind the pain,I don't know if I should call it craving attention or a cry for help that our self esteem is taking a dive to the gutter.
 Jul 2018
Sarita Aditya Verma
It poured a heavenly rain today
The roads washed anew
Little streams danced and slid down the alleys to the music rains play

The Gulmohar petals in orange red hues
Lay strewn on the pavement grey
Perched atop the green leaves
Glorious they looked in the warm sun rays

A walk in the evening mellowed rains
The tiny raindrops fell gently upon my face And raincoat peach
Luminous  under the street lamps
Silvery Rain-beams dance
21st June - Rains
 Jul 2018
Polar
He
He speaks the language of flowers
Quietly toiling in his garden
Digging, raking and smoothing soil,
Gently coaxing nature to match his vision.
He knows the bees, spiders, beetles, worms and earwigs
Regarding them as friends.
He follows seasons, moon and stars
As others do people
Enthralled at the changes they bring.
He listens as the birds sing
Watching with joy as
Fledgling take wing.
 Jul 2018
The Angry Pencil
I love you but I wish you would die!
Before, if I thought of it I would easily cry
But since you've forsaken me for a bottle of beer
I don't care anymore for you my dear

I still need you for a roof over my head
But I'd be better off with you dead
You have brought me nothing but grief
Maybe it's time for a little relief

You're killing yourself and you don't care
For your daughter or me, it's just not fair
I have always decided to take you back
But guess what??... I'm tired of your flak.

You don't deserve me, you never did
You're nothing but a baby... A little kid
Your words do hurt though..... I have to admit
But guess what?? I'm tired of your s*!

So, I do wish you'd die life would be a breeze
Finally my mind would be at ease
Cause the terror you caused me would leave
And for that reason I'll never grieve.
This was my first poem about the selfish ***** named Sam. Or as I sometimes call him Dickey Do Wrong.
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