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mina Jan 2021
gun. a shiny .45s gun, running through my fingers
never once in my life, or even if my dreams;
that i’ve imagined of myself holding it,
“Shoot. To my temple.”
my mind, and life’s never been easy;
as so my death
she held up my chin, and whispered.
“Stop. The doctors are coming for you,

and everything becomes crazy and hazy again.
  Jan 2021 mina
Luna Maria
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
  Jan 2021 mina
Mystic Ink Plus
And the truth is

Live person
Can act
Like a dead

But the dead
They can't
It just is

I felt that
Genre: Clinical Abstract
Theme: Learn Unlearn Relearn
mina Jan 2021
adore the moon, the stars and the night;
wherein they hear your deepest wishes
your wishful thoughts to become true
and they feel your longing in between
that not everyone about you;

do know and apprehend.
mina Dec 2020
they say
that the sea is your calming pill
it will sooth the deepest pits of yours
and they say
there’s no anyone
skilled sailor in a smooth sea
if that’s the case, can I be the one?
to sail your waves, to change your tides
to embrace your loving breeze and shores
and to make your monotonous fall
the heartbeat of my heart?
let me surf with your changing moods
let me tame your surging oceans and sea
let me kiss your shoreline
I promise;
I’ll be the diver in between of your walls,
your mask will turn into smiles and sunshine.
I’ll preserve your heart with my love
and passion to keep you with me.
  Dec 2020 mina
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
First poem I've written, to anybody who reads this is hope you enjoyed it and it made you day a little better
mina Dec 2020
I write stories about love;
while you are there to read them.
I smell hard copies of bondpapers and graphite;
While your eyes were fixed on digital graphics
I’m obsessed on taking pictures;
While you are already contented by them on mind.
One day, Cupid take his role and
Our hidden strings started to connect
No one could explain the things behind this magic;
The love we both feel and its extremities--
The uncertainties despite of each other’s promises
Without our names, who are we?
Are we that Ying and Yang that are meant to be?
Or the typical love stories
Sweet, steamy, and paradise at first;
But bitter, regretting, and painful at the end?
hiii! this is the first poem that i've posted here after weeks of hesistance and lack of confidence with my writing prompts. nevertheless, i am trying to cope them! i'm looking forward for more poems to read in this community, and also sharing more of mine! thank you so much <333
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