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cypress Nov 2020
to come virile & unhinged

contributes wild demands for control

rather an engagement of exact equality may cultivate an intuitive culture
Isabella Nov 2020
She’s told she talks too much
Or not enough
Forced to speak up
Or just keep her mouth shut
he loves me
comes fro dark day
when people worshape stunts
they worshape thier kings

and the global is dark
the waves asks God
to ovecome that blank
he came with every good

if you have justice
read his history
with just with balance
of mind and heart

you will say one word
that is the man for evey time
that comes to get rid every hurt
your heart will pump

that is the kindest
mohamad
is the prophet
some haters told us bad things and drew unacceptable draw. they called mohamad with terror. they forgot who **** millions and concentrate with mohamad . he makes some honest that may look agianst thier desire. he prevented love without marraige. the holy Quraan told that man for a woman and womanfor a man .there is no marriage from the same ***. as the people married for love and bear and make famiy to stand over the satan
Raian Maruvin Oct 2020
A have a guardian angel of woe
Watching over me
He collects my due of sorrow
Pocketing it in black memory
Only when I have been too happy
Will then he a little share
Out of his enormous collection
A carefully measured handful spare
So I am never lost to sadness
Nor ever in happiness corrupt
Living a life in measured scales
Between the two, in his trust
Devoid of bliss, far from infinite joy
Safe from maddening grief and
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2020
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Been a while since I did a concrete poem.
The formatting should be fine on the computer and tablet, it may look a little weird on the phone. To be honest, I've been feeling more tired and lethargic than ever, but yet the fire burns hot when I think of writing...and how much of a blessing it is to me.
Many times where I feel I should stop, I always end up with a pen back in hand.
Though I feel as if I am not worthy of this gift due to my regrets and poor choices of the past, the voices of the stories still linger in me.
And I despite all my flaws and imperfections, I do wish to bring them to life, as they so rightfully deserve.

I'm still working on extending the Women of Myth list, so it'll be postponed for a little longer but I will be sure to let you all know when it's back. I just have a lot of reading to do, haha.
Be back soon.
Stay safe and well, everyone.
Much love and air hugs,
Lyn ***
indistinctively I took a hasty step
the ground below my feet rumbled
balancing my way on a thread like lawn
comprehending how it's like to be free

thoughts corrupting my mind
compulsive actions I do like mime
I ask myself countless of times
is there an end to this
once upon a time?
Zywa Oct 2020
Relax, gratefully,

and take care of your body –


your temple of life.
Collection "WoofWoof"
Zywa Oct 2020
The goshawk protects

the pagoda's fine frescoes –


from pigeon droppings.
β€œFrom my recently rented house, I see a pagoda” (c. 1040, Mei Yaochen)

Collection "SoulSenseSun"
Harry Roberts Sep 2020
One wide split right through the middle
Frightening fighting while I stay hidden
A war between reality and feelings
The path my feelings follow aren't always appealing.

I've invested my energies in endeavours proven destructive
Fed the essence of my aura into a river that's been occluded
All the sentiment sediment with the pressure becomes eruptive
Seems like the fallacy inside me had always been corrupted.

Imagination and my devastation have I always been deluded
Dichotomy so clear yet the opposing parts keep feuding
They create a perfect storm as if these factors colluded
Adding to the mounting anxiety making matters more confusing.
Harry Roberts
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