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ChM  Apr 2015
Motion
ChM Apr 2015
Once you see
Keep moving
Go and seek whats true
Do no hesitate improving
Walking barfoot on the street
May the street be cold or warm
My outside will start a storm
Do not stop
Keep moving
Once you set motion in your thouhgts.
no notes , just trying
Blueberry Ice Apr 2021
Rnadom thouhgts
Write it dwon
It's alrhgt
Started writing here in HP on April 1 and I've been writing since almost daily.  I have been talking to myself a lot lately, am I crazy? I honestly don't hate it.
I'm just at this point in my life where I have so much time contemplating life than I needed. I am flooded with thoughts, self doubts, self pitty and what not. Might as well write everything down.. because I know for sure that one day I might just stop writing for a long time..
I would love to read all this in the future and just laugh about all the ****** stuff I've been writing these days..
P.S.
I named this after a flower.. blueberry ice
.. cuz' I'm a plant enthusiast?.. (like anyone cares? duh? 😅)
I'd love to remain anonymous, this way I am invisible (and safe?).. because in the real world I can't really open up like this.
Dang I talk a lot. This is her alter ego speaking. Bye.
Akshad May 2019
Words that rhyme or a cup of coffee served at the right time,
Is it what all a poem needs or does it hone in taste like wine?
Thouhgts aligned straight or words intertwined,
Do tough times evoke emotions or does happiness work just fine?

If I say words randomly and set them in order,
Will it become a poem then or do I have to try harder?
What if I feel something but words don’t find their way?
Will I ever be able to write something or blank I’d have to stay?

If there are lines only a few, scribbled in a way that sounds new.
Can it not be gibberish for a while or is it paramount to connect with souls few?
The lines do rhyme, is it a poem or a verse?
Some exude appreciation, some bless curse.
Can I only rhyme and not worry if it makes sense?
Will it be a poem then if I commit sins in the tense?

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