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Nigdaw Sep 16
a prisoner so long
forgetting I was the architect
who built the gaol in the first place
and closed the door behind me

carefully designed for room to stand
just enough light to let the hope in
just enough space to sleep and dream
but no chance to go anywhere

I'd let myself out, but I'm afraid
of what lies on the other side
of what I shut out in the first place
the key long lost, the lock rusted
Rebecca Aug 11
The poet is an architect
he constructs sentences.

The poet is a cook
he mixes words.

The poet is a philosopher
he reflects on what he writes.

The poet is a student
he learns words.

But above all.

The poet has no definition
he defines himself.
I S A A C May 14
another task i accomplished
another way i can rummage
too concerned with becoming
need to be concerned with substance
i believe it, i dream it
i believe it, i mean it
i construct boundaries like an architect
i construct melodies in mythology
i pretend i am better than i am
i pretend to receive apologies
i can accomplish even if i am not the best
perfectionism teething
i pretend i am better than i am
skewed reasoning
Mrs Timetable May 13
Eight legged beauty
Spinning your web architect
Stare in amazement
Haiku
Spiders are so industrious
I S A A C Aug 2021
what fantasy should I play into today
watch the fruitful image become laced with dust like Pompeii
what fantasy should I play into today
become just another burnt-out cigarette in your astray
my life is simply a fallacy, nobody truly cares for me, losing my sanity in the name of chastity
my life is unsatisfactory, nobody truly can handle me, confidence beat up no battery, take another shot of vanity
woah, I feel it start to form
woah, the new queen of the swarm
woah, x marks the spot no storm
woah, no longer can conform
to society, their ideology in breach of me
and my values, firmer than statutes
life can bruise, covered in the cool hues
and my bad news is I can still lose
but why focus on the lack and knives wedged in my back
rather not focus on that
discard the cracks and sneak attacks
rather not focus on that
my walls are up and they keep you back
Bullet Apr 2020
The architect of the universe
Acts a little sketchy

We speak on our 60 waves movement
The other 40 percent we tell is all struggle

Infinity shares its rip tides
Star light ties down wishfulness

Night life and sun light
Body watering our drive to continue

Soul brought to you by love
Free will lines our aerial focus

Sinning and singing it all out
Hope sends these sonics out to our universe
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Circling around our desires in our designed contentment
To living freely to only die just to wake up to infinity
Koushik jana Feb 2020
hey architect,
You've been given a vacant terrain,
somewhere  crowd of green grasses
a meeting place of tall trees.
Go straight from that vacant terrain to the paper.
With sunlight, air movement and some related content, You draw some 2D lines.
Each line carries the meaning.
You also make them in many different shapes.
At the same time, hundreds of calculations and ideas are exchanged with new thinking.
A 3D form of imagination that builds on thin lines.
Where you can imagine gestures used by users, shuttle of light somewhere, and fair use of green etc.
which make meaningful sense of that space.
Which actually constitutes invisible mass.
Then you are there to make your invisible mass visible,
At the end, it becomes visible.




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