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Emma Q Mar 20
They say
"Never give up".
But how can I,
If the world has given up on me?
Funny how one sentence changed my entire life,
Spun my world upside down with a bang
Twirled the universe on its finger
Guess what it was?
I'm sorry.
Now I stand with my heart in a million pieces,
Limbs broken at impossible angles,
I'm beautifully broken...
You should have known that I would,
If I could,
When you stopped catching me,
As I fell for you...
Akshi Hargoon Feb 14
He was a man who stood tall;
He knew he was destined to face it all.

From scholar to lawyer to freedom fighter;
He knew in the end it would make this country brighter

He tried his best to fight for equality;
Coz he knew all people would get equal opportunities

Everyone was equal in his eyes;
And it was this trait that made him rise

He was born to perform a duty;
And he did it to the best of his ability

He was someone we will forget never;
Our Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela
He truly was a man of great stature
Dark shadows enfold
my heart that
I gave you to hold.

Every time you walk past,
without even an hello,
Omni, I get so cold as if my
soul will freeze then fold

Your being completed me,
so tell me Omni, how is it that your strong and bold when my being has disappeared, from what
your eye's use to behold.

I'm as a withered plant,
without your sun I'm done.
The end of my species,
never to see the sun.

Oh but when you did grace me not too long ago to bloom,
I was the most beautiful in the room!
*
Thank you for that.

~SacredInkedBlood
(Author Ven J. Arnold)
©2018
A metaphoric piece written for a kindred soul, a poet here by the name of @Omni. A fond kindness that I have developed for this poet as if we were souls that have once met and I'll never meet him in this lifetime.
veritas Nov 2018
the city is beautiful until it corrodes.
the city is beautiful until you are trapped.
send me home,whispers your heart beneath
a grey blanket,but the city is where love and
genius live,we can't leave,we can't go
send for home
,it yells,and now it is tearing
you apart it is picking through the sinews of
your warmth it is shredding you out
you push it peels you stop,it peels,
the book of chaos sits next to you
should you open it now?where does wisdom lie?
is it in your palms,or beyond that,somewhere
hidden, unfolded?
you don't know because the city is still beautiful to you.
you don't know because you never open that book.
(but your heart peels on.)
"well if you wanna find love then you know where the city is" (the 1975)
trf Sep 2018
I'm covered from head to toe in resin, acrylics and epoxy,
Some pulverized rocks my son gathered from the Chattooga River,
Now reduced to a burnt ember dust.
I added silicone sludge and a little baking powder as well,
And once mixed, this dicey concoction is beautifully toxic,
So I waft the air and inhale it.

Painting a colorful sunset is too easy, I prefer black and white,
So with a wooden board the size of a door,
I get to work with my rubber sledgehammer, blowtorch
A gallon of poison and flammable spray.

The passers by have seen this look in eyes,
From The Shining or possibly their preachers,
You know, the same look that's a sight to behold.

Slamming the hammer down with brute force
And purposed abandonment,
I paint my sunset and wrangle the stars later.
A shower won't do me justice>
Here's Johny
Äŧül Jul 2017
An **** beautiful relationship,
Or
A beautifully **** relationship.

A faithfully faithless lover,
Or
A faithlessly faithful lover.
My HP Poem #1639
©Atul Kaushal
Paul Jones Jun 2017
To feel joy and fear     mingle together -
two alpine rivers      flowing into one.
11:20 - 25/06/17
State of mind: excitement; curious; thoughtful.

Thoughts: from thinking - about paradoxes and emotions. The combination of joy and fear is awe, I believe. It is one of the most sensational feelings.

You don't need to be on top of a mountain to feel awe.

Questions: When will you pluck up the courage to talk to the stranger you admire? It might feel... awesome. It might be... awe-inspiring.
ㅡjatm Apr 2017
Your mind is a tunnel
that never ends
and I need to slip inside it
immerse myself for a while
for I may never know
what I might find there
but one thing I know for sure
one thing I already found out is..
about you being a writer
a poet
who has written on me
who has written a part of my life
and darling,
you have done it..
so beautifully.

(j.a.t.m.)
Kerri Dec 2016
Like embers
Falling silently
Into the sea,
So are you and me.
They don't
Belong together,
But despite
The tragic end,
They collide
So beautifully.
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