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Adaa Sayed May 16
Blood stained guilt .
I see him un shifted .
His eyes lie of love ;
Love that never existed .
- Adaa Sayed
instagram : @whatever.adaa
#4


Being sick
is your body's way

of saying that you're

way too awesome

and need to slow down
and get some rest

so that others can
catch up.


I'm not feeling too well today, so I decided to look at it from a positive side :)
Poetic T Apr 3
reality of pressure
heat vs cold

space is a collection of pebbles
Space.
The feeling of no gravity
Fills me with adrenaline.
Our captain calls us to our seats and we the crew race.

We approach the flourishing moon.
Landing always a dangerous action.
One wrong move and our ship is torn apart
We brace for impact as we aim for a sand dune.

Thankfully, the landing went well.
Our shuttle's door automatically slides open
And we step out
And the moon's beauty captures us like a spell.

We laugh as we roll down the sand
And stumble upon the moon's inhabitants laughing at us
Joining the chorus of laughter we make our way to their city.
Walking, we saw the moon far from bland

A strange creature approaches us
Feathery and scaly at the same time
It howls a strange cry at us and distracted us
Until our ride arrived, the city's bus

After thorough convincing, I finally pet the creature.
I believe it likes me.
Its been following me since the shuttle.
The curiosity of my new found pet is an amusing feature.

I've grown so attached to it
I think I'll take it home
We finally arrived a the city
As the splendor of the city hit

The tall gleaming structures
The dwarf-like inhabitants
Laughing at the antics of tourists
Giving them a taste of the moon's cultures

Walking through the city
We taste the alien cuisine
And realize our time to go
It is a great pity.

After being invited to several homes
With our stomachs full and faces sore from laughing
We began to head back to our shuttle
And with us, the night creatures roam.

Above us, strange glowing creatures fly.
Finally, we arrive at the shuttle.
We say farewell to the inhabitants
And promise to visit again. as we strived not to cry

As we board and launch off
I watch the beautiful moon fading away.
I look forward now to my next adventure.
I love this life despite it being rough
a sequential
***** moot
of zebra
in her
quest of
circuit to
make sure
her intent
is noble
but in
her very
nature the
most thrilled
doctor yet
in this
celestial sphere
of Pluto
a sequential equator
Poetry
What a powerful tool
It flows smoothly
Like a river
Yet after a while
Even the sturdy rocks
Slowly break apart
Poetry
Seeming so innocent
Yet with a few lines
Has my heart captivated
And I yearn for more and more
Poetry
Can be so beautiful
Yet so dark
Telling wondrous stories
Or horrendous tales
Poetry
Seems to be forgotten at times
Yet it only lurks in the dark
Waiting to be discovered
Waiting to make a change
Poetry
What a mystery
Truly alone here.
Garbage only in the mirror:
If it's true they are a reflection of me.
Though it's not, not at all.
We are not one, not at all.
I am superb.
They are trash.
I was never like them,
Always better.
They lied to make me hurt
For they were jealous and less.
I am Grand, beyond them and above, far above.
Me.
I Rule.
I'm Awesome.
And Grand.
Sweet, loving, gentle, kind - everything they never were, but lied to be.
I'll go my own way.
Hallelujah.
King
Donna Jul 2019
Think positive and
positive things will happen
Believe in yourself

❤️❤️❤️
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Bashir Ali Najar Jun 2019
The Rain is falling and
    Calling
The Heart of Mine is Thine
  The Cuckoo calling
   The Rain is Falling
The Flowers playing Hide and seek
The parakeets dancing at Wastoorwan peak
My Heart meeting your Heart
The downpour crossing  the Heat
The nimbus is falling
And calling
Silence is the language of Love
And only good time is Now
Love is all we need in life
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