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Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2020
The More
Height
One gains

The More
One has to be
Grounded
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Everyday Wisdom
Author's Note: Grounding is essential.
Viji Vishwanath Jan 2020
Oh Lord! Balancing the
Balance of life
Is like scrutinised ***** to fit
Which is much hard
To describe in few words
But balance itself
Is the key of life
To enjoy its beauty
Beyond the fussing layers
Of life’s role

Oh Life! Balancing you
Is our prime focus
With the chaos of
Hustle and bustle
Of day today
Modern life
And even
With the modesty
Of kind human heart
We often behave
As hard as rocks
But putting
All those things
In its best way
Is something
Somewhat feels
Distractingly distress
Even though
Making our mind
To duster the clutters
Is the calm skill
Which is needed
To polish and maintain
By learning it
To make adore
For a peaceful life
So that the balance
Can never fall
Even for
The uncontrollable incidents
Of life’s journey

Thus remember
Forever that the
Dominant aspect
Is in ourselves
So let’s self improve
For the betterment
Of polished lives
Where no fear and anger resides
In the presence of peaceful mind.
Balancing the balance of life is the most important thing that even allows ourselves to improve for life’s betterment.
Daniel Magner Jan 2020
Apartment smokey
as oiled chicken bakes,
pepper flakes crunch, pop
from excess drops,
muscles hot from crushing rocks.
A time tested method for calm head,
shed weight, elevate concentrated focus,
no external locus.
Hippie-dippy, hocus pocus,
tokeless moments notice
change and composure,
closer to found by stealing
body from ground, resurrecting
ancient things, lost memories,
how to place my foot,
shift weight, drop knee,
reach

for the next stone.
Daniel Magner 2020
Olivia Dec 2019
You have a smell
That I try to put myself inside.
Wear it like I wear your t-shirts
When I've given up on fumbling for my own
in the darkness.
I like that in bed I can see your face
illuminated by a scurvy-ridden moon.
I have to bite my lips
and yours
to keep prenatal words in, sometimes.
I wonder how big a part of my life
you'll have been
once you're no longer a part of it.
Maybe I love you, or maybe
you just smell safe.
Nolan Patterson Dec 2019
Why am I not a royal
I work and try and stay loyal
Yet here I'm discarded
By the Kings and Queens
I can't even be a Jack or Ace

I'm nothing but entertainment
For those who think they are above
But what if the Joker
Was higher than them all

A combination of all minds
With strengths filled by others
Some call it a leech
Others see it as balance

Let me be free of your constraints
Or I will break free
Where the shrapnel lands is not up to me
But if it hurts you I'd be filled with glee

Watch as the your Jesters
Climb above you in laughter
As they begin to rule from above
And let the shame they once felt
Feel you with dread.
This was inspired by the Webtoon, "UNordiary," by uruchan.
Ken Pepiton Dec 2019
Help. If that is a question,

and quests are journeys from here to there and back,
again.

If and. A state of hesi oddness,
yes,
we exist in spite or spirit of
our creator, eh?
The craftsman's due.
Muzzle not the ox that treads the corn.

Pay the piper, if ye dance, ye know ye did.
No need to lie and say you know better,

you became more like yourself as you aged,
who made you be you?
Who do you think you are?

Aha, Pinocchio, Punch 'n' Judy… no, no Stepford
wife, but a reason for the wish, clown collector meet my
Curio store clown,
Kohari,

Can we handle a different true?
Kohari, looks you in the eye, a god message,

come up the ladder,
tell me no lie, or I
shall laugh out loud in your face, you don't know

squat, dung, **** brings stars to your ai
respectible eyes,

but this is the medium, the way, so to say, we came to
help
get past actual standing under knowns,
and begin walking into the rest
that remains to be known,

by those who see by faith invisible things form
into substantiated realms of sensation,
sense, common,
is felt known
--- safe here, asif
no miles to go,
this were home, and sleeping, now,
is safe.
Dared to reason on what good faith is, in a real world...
Mystifying Chaos Dec 2019
She walked into the church
Cradling the dead
In her arms.

It was eerily quiet
As she sang a lullaby,
Her porcelain skin
Was smeared with ashes.

Her voice sounded like a battlecry
Standing in a red gown
Facing the crowd.

As she lifted her veil
You could see,
That she was a goddess

Who was sober
And still intoxicating
Her beauty was lethal

Her sharp tongue
Could pierce your soul
Her lips were ******
And her eyes were numb

She held a scythe in one hand
And in the other
She carried a newborn

She was death in disguise
Resembling a flower
With hollow eyes.
Angelica Liu Nov 2019
Twilight and rains followed us here
Daylight and city were left behind
The ancient temple lies in its lonely solemnity
Intruders, we had met the end of our world
Here the opposites meet
The day was meeting the night
The summer was meeting the autumn
The civilized was meeting the primitive
The man was meeting the woman
No one can truly understand happiness
Without having reached here
When opposites finally meet
When two realities mingle one with another
Boundaries give way to freedom
The present flows into the future
While the old temple remains timeless.
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