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Johnny walker Mar 19
Just read a poem gentlemen wrote that opened eyes me to
Internet
trolls who on poetry sites are using the emoji that
of a thumbs
downs
Trying to destroy peoples love of poetry writing how pathetic these so-called trolls are they have nothing better to do In
life
Other than try and destroy other peoples lives and enjoyment shame on
them they disgust me they run
though the Internet
like a plague Infecting
everything they come
In contact
with
Internet trolls who infect us  like a plague everything they come In contact with
Aim for
the Moon, because
even if you miss, you'll land
somewhere among
the stars!
Don't give up and go on!!!
SgScrib Feb 11
All that remains is the picture in the frame.
Its the time to work on your deeds,
Focus on your aim,
One step towards respect and fame.

Stop putting others on the edge of blame.
Forgive others, forgive yourself.
Today and tomorrow is not the same.

Today what is yours, will be someone else's tomorrow,
Life is just a game!
Don't let the child inside you to cram.
Recite prayers instead of needs,
And all your sorrows will fade.

As in the end, remember
All that remains is the picture in the frame.
Ayush Bajpai Jan 27
When all the hopes prove to be meaningless then something happens such that it left everything and keeps aside the whole world for that particular happening.
Fragile, futile, fermenting morals keep coming in the way and make us asinine in front of ourselves.
They ask, whether, "You could do it?" in such a way where saying an 'ayes' shall **** us in that guilt.
Things look recalcitrant four or five years from the past that, under no circumstances, it is something not to be happening but the supremacy always proves us wrong and changes the things in a moment so what are years?
Love is not something that enhances or gets less but it's the trust and care which aggrandizes and misunderstandings which disparages.
Even from the most hopeless paths, we see many dunes in the upcoming [back and forth] time and see no light; but there might be another 'someone' whom we are searching for and that is sitting and waiting and thinking behind that dune, 'it is not gonna end, and for me it has ended up.' Just a few steps can give 'light' to you and that 'light' something real unending.
Not just time but that faith and confidence that resides in one that urges to go with a hopeless heart and that changes everything and cause the whole surrounding to also believe, that due to these deeds, "It Comes."
The poem depicts the phase that an individual passes when she/he feels hopeless but decides to work hard and then time changes the situations for her/him and she/he achieves everything that is needed...
Karo Skibinska Dec 2018
if we aim high
enough
oh we may
land among the stars
wouldn't it be
nice
Comet, aim for the heart
For long it has believed in
The shooting of stars, it
Has been deceived, no star
Wishes it anything, only
The moon wants it to exist.
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
My life is divided into different rooms
as is my heart.
For as long as I remember,
from the time I used to care for decorations
to the time I am too lazy to clean up.
From the moments of sweet solitude by the window
to the clinking glasses and winking eyes.
The room belonged more to them
than to me.



And I often found it unsettling,
as if on a night
when I would be hiding under covers
not knowing what to fear,
someone would knock at the door
and with that knock, would come a pair of shoes
and a set of clothes, holding a person
whose face, motive or aim
would soon be inconsequential.



And slowly she would drag me
out of each room,
snatching away each memory that she touched,
knocking down my bookcases filled with my escape,
tearing away the wallpapers
behind which I hid my unvoiced cries.
The doors would be shut on my face,
leaving me out in a storm on a moonless night,
leaving me alone to face all that I didn’t know of
taking away all that I know.
Raviha Hussain Mar 2018
"Opportunities are never lost; they are just found by someone else"


"You'll end up where you are headed if you don't watch out"
Life rules
Lovely Feb 2018
She don't know how to cuss, she just sounds like her mother.
She ain’t a woman and she sure as **** ain’t honest like she promised.
She’s  an **** crier but she's such a pretty liar and by that I mean she said she'd "change".
Don't be cautious, don't be kind.
She’s committed, I'm her crime.
Push my button anytime.
She’s got her finger on the trigger, but her trigger finger's mine.
She’s a golden flame, she’s the poison in my veins.
Perfect ******, she  takes her aim.
I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows her name.
By the way, she’s been uninvited.
Because all she says are all the same things I did.
Call me heartless, call me cold.
She’s italic, I'm in bold.
Call me a *****, she better watch her tone.
She better love me, because she’s just a clone.
She’s being a fuss.
She already was shady enough but now she’s just a shadow.
She  loves her friends like I love my split ends and by that I mean she cuts them off.
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