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Martin Narrod Apr 2014
In day's prime, in summer's sweet eyelids,
Two lives arc, their eyes struggling to break a stare, sharing trysts through dulciloquent exchange,
After the deep blue blossoming lake. To avenge time, we sought it and drove our pupils
Down through the bluff and the green trees, limping past the arenose and albicant sands
Into it's quivering- I must say.

Hey fancy. You make me smile regularly,
I need you to know, because I don't always say so,

but if I didn't read what you write about
your interactions with life,
I'd definitely be not the half that I am of alive.

So thank you, from the perfume of my heart,
and the plastic that is my legs,
the opossum hair that makes me who I am,
and the light of my malaise.
Grim Apr 2014
Art
I think
Is the best thing for a soul
Medicine for the mind
A product of pure genius
Art is expression of the soul
It can take on any form
Art gives us the liberty to show the world who we truly are
Maybe we artists are crazy
But there is nothing wrong with a little crazy
Craziness fuels creativity
Creativity fuels the mind
And we artists shape the world
Yhama ButterFly Apr 2014
I am a writer
I am a poet
I am a creative mind
I am timeless
I am fearless
I am a movement
I am a revolution
I am conflict
I am resolution
I am truth
I am love
I am powerful
I am thoughts formed
I am pen and paper
I am a keyboard
I am your fingers
I am your left and right hands
I am the first stroke of your wrists

You give me life
I am your voice
I can't be silenced
I am your future
I am your history
I am the best stories ever told
I am inspiration written in words

My hands are powerful
I am a writer
I am a poet
I am a creative mind

~Butterfly εїз 2014©
Àŧùl Mar 2014
Love can make us fly,
Love can take us high.
Love can't make us lie,
Love can give us wings.
Love could make us try,
Love wouldn't let us die.

Love isn't that instant noodles,
Love isn't ready-made clothes,
Love is a pure example of art,
Love made quickly isn't pure,
Love aims for the perfection,
Yes, love demands patience.
My HP Poem #589
©Atul Kaushal

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