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Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2019
Sometimes
One feels
Dizzy
Not
Because of
Clinical
Ailment

For what dies
Within

Their world
Turns upside down
Irony
Nobody notices
Genre: Clinical Abstract
Theme: Dysequilibrium
Author's Note: Been to ENT specialist, Cardiologist, Ophthalmologist,Neurologist, Orthopedic surgeon, Pychiatrics, and so many somebody else. Yet the referral continues.....
Kristine Dec 2019
Sitting on my room
Avoiding people
That surrounds me
Excludes myself
Especially to the people
That causes great pain
And Agony in my heart.
I want to go to the place
Where I can unwind
And refresh my mind.
My mind is in great havoc
And I want to remove all these in a second
I want someone could talk to me,
Could understand me,
Couldn’t judge me.
I know my mistake
I want to let these out
I know everybody would suggest talking to God
I know what to do
But I became guilty every time I pray
Want to hear an edible voice
But I couldn’t hear any voice
I know that my faith
Is in the state of crisis
That anytime from now
May cause bankruptcy
And worse is lost.
InkHarted Dec 2019
I tilt my head in reassurance
for the flowers wilt and die
yet another will be risen tomorrow
and the birds again will fly
through dusk and dawn this cycle of life
predictable yet we are surprised
when I am born I didn't ask to be
and tomorrow I might die
but all is well for tomorrow
will come
and then the birds will sing again
and the flowers shall bloom in fragrance
and the sun will fill my heart
but the sun lived its last breathe
and its last flicker of light shone
as a mirage of a typical sunset
and a death with a hope for a life
and the planets crumble
and the moons decay
and tomorrows bud that will never bloom
everything will be alright because like the sun will rise tomorrow there will be a new beginning for us all we will always be ridded of the darkness for there alas will be a ***** after a mountain. what if it is intact the last sunset you see tonight. what then.
ORBIAM SIMON Dec 2019
Dark smokes fill my lungs
A pure undiluted blackness of sort
It sinks my soul into streams of despair
And my eyes tears in blue
Leaving me a token offerry

To a world with beasty feats and icy claws
I have been sold out by life
The sunken teeth of reality tells me that
Truth is a specter and life is but a dream

Mystery and mysticism are let out in the fields
Left for infants to decipher even though they faint and tire from exhaustion and this despair.
"Untill you allow life to pass through you, you will not understand life"
This poem is all about experience.
Ray Dunn Nov 2019
as the red bird soared
lower over the valley--
i heard its lament.

it left a searing agony
that stirred a loyalty in me
i never knew i had.

lower your glass
and drink in solitude,
to a dormant, coiling hope.
idk
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