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Nylee 6d
Everything that is happening is happening.
It is happening everything all at once.
The destiny sets it's mark,
Finds the right arc,
Budding up the mystic ideas in our head.

Rumbles and grumbles,
There is a rebellious thought
Always finding faults.
Like it could be ideal and better,
There is nothing out like such matter.

Great minds die, like any other minds
When times come,
The ordinary minds construct the statues
Like that would be helpful in truth,
Like really would it be any good?

It's the gloom look in every eyes,
The tension lines when they close them,
Somehow whatever happens,
It happens, and we breathe in the new chemical.
Look at us, we are nothing special.
Nylee 7d
Mother is beyond mother
A force of nature
a woman, a life
divided in roles
Just like water
a necessity
United in love
the most primitive kind

Mother is beyond mother
A daughter to her mother
she has been
the same as me
but she gives me more
I see less of her,
She makes me more of me

Mother is beyond mother,
She is life,
A part of nature,
the goddess from scripture
but humane as human
some times mistaken
by me and the world
the sweetest creature,
she forgives me
and gives me more

Mother is beyond mother
Carer of every relations
a neighbour, driver, sister
she fits in to be what I need
Mother, how do you begin
there is no ending,
how tiring is to keep caring
sticking with me
through thick and thin.
Nylee May 8
Sometimes I look in the mirror and cannot define myself
what are my morals, what are the rules to govern
I am in the peak of discern, noticeably keeping up with charade
I am yet to be sure, what is my role to begin with
who do I play today, the actor with grace
and imposter weighs, this place is a fantasy
I decay, in the body given to me, there is no gameplay
I live and believe, everything anyone says
I am
naked
in my thought

Safe
within my room
nestled and cocooned
I touch no one and no one
touches me

I am poet
Words barred and leveraged
for all soiled souls
who are possessed

For who finds faith
in word
without light
while searching
in the dark
  May 1 Nylee
Unpolished Ink
A house upon my shoulders
with a garden for the mind,
an address the earthly body
could never hope to find
Simple is my Nirvana
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