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 Aug 2016
Musfiq us shaleheen
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Not an interesting metaphor
To Keep the brain on
Or just showing day dreams
Even an unnecessary composed poetry
Made to be happy for the king and queen
Decorated with false songs of a garland victory
Just defile your voice
Or Just a lie of fabricated cry
Acting as the heavy down eyes
Just showing forged mercy to love
Even a painting of an outward woman
While stupid men became tickle with a synthetic beauty

Then If composed a true poetry
However, So many illustrative metaphors
which have a form of sacred truth
Perched the purple nature into you
Knowing Spring with the aromas of mango buds
Saying the real life
Demonstrates the truth of death with death
Like inventions of science

Rendering with expressions and feelings
Owing water to thirsty men
Explain the friction between light and darkness
Dragging the stone of truth
Thousands of music grant the intangible beauty of life
Love became harmonious
And the dreams are to raise thousand colors of love
Life flows like spring water
Of course a poem calls an eternal love
There a hidden beauty craving all time
And an upstream pouring the pure love
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@musfiq us shaleheen
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 Nov 2015
Mysterious Aries
Drawing images using some words
Telling some stories that are unheard
Stealing the moment, freezing the time
Killing the beast that vultures the mind

Spilling blood, the pen is our knife
Collecting traces from this mysterious life
Connecting dots to create a line
Polishing stones to make it shine

Our words are riddles, a must to decode
Giving multiple key for them to unload
The meaning of some could make readers insane
If wrongly unlock it will conquer their brain

We are a shape-shifter just like the cloud
Painting angels and demons to enlighten the crowd
Hoping they’ll listen to our joy and our pain
Wishing they’ll get the lesson of our every rain



11/03/2015
Mysterious Aries
 Oct 2015
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
 Apr 2015
W Winchester
When I turned sixteen, I brought a girl home drunk and stumbling
A day later, I was interviewed by the government criminal investigation
Two months later, she was disowned by her parents
Last I heard, she's at a rehab in Florida

It's been a long time since I've seen her.

When I was fourteen, I hid cigarettes in my backpack, and lighters in my wallet
Used to sit in the middle of a basketball court and watch my stress float away in a noxious grey cloud
I stashed my twelve dollar pack of coors in a bush behind the half-wall

It's been a long time since I've seen those.

I was thirteen when I found a papercutter in the drawer of the art room.
Took it home with me, fell asleep to the sound of it scathing in and out of its sheath
I once got so frustrated I wanted to slice my throat with it
I threw it out the window

It's been a long time since I've seen it.

When I was fifteen, I went out with friends and got wasted on chocolate liquor
Two weeks later, *****
the day after, tequila
and the week before, strawberry daiquiri
I don't remember much.

It's been a long time since I've done that.

When I was thirteen, I wrote poetry to sort out my emotions

It's been a long time since I've done that...
 Dec 2014
Dylan crafton
Don't love
It's a lie
The world uses it to trap you
And give you a false hope
Don't let it take you over
 Dec 2014
Write you a picture
waiting
is letting time pass by

waiting is time travel
at the speed of life

waiting can be dreadful
if you are impatient

waiting is beautiful
when you are waiting for something
beautiful
 Nov 2014
Sarah K
They say you never forget how to ride a bicycle
Well I have been riding with you all this time
And now that I'm on my own
I've forgotten how to.
 Nov 2014
JWolfeB
His heart

felt like a word misspelled

in a spelling test

cursed at, then erased

replaced by new formations

without comprehension
 Nov 2014
Carmen Reed
the yearning

  the heart-breaking

       what is this?

Is this what we asked for

    when we said those fateful words?

In a parallel world

        Maybe you'll get lucky

              And live a fairy-tale life

But here

   All you get
  
        is

            first the yearning

            (causes you to do irrational things)

                  then the heartbreak

                  (when he says no)

Yet still we do it

     what for?

Yet still we say those words

"I love you."
my life in short. okay, not exactly, but it saddens me when half the time, maybe more than half, this is what happens.
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