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Aaditya Feb 2019
The ride had ups and downs,
Rockiness on the way.
But overall it had been smooth,
Nothing bad was there to say.

Although the path seemed linear,
Motion was spiralling about.
There came a sudden void
Which promptly ****** me out.

A completely different universe,
Filthy beautiful to feel.
More venturesome than before
To me, definitely did appeal.

Wild by nature,
by aura serene,
Tougher on the outside,
Softer within.

This new place had it all,
Tears of joy, glee of pain,
All the seasons at once,
Sunshine, snow and rain.

Countless days went by
Away from my actual path.
Lost in this exquisite journey,
Unbeknownst of the aftermath.

Could still see the old spiral
Mending away its route,
Changing its course with time
Becoming a thing of beaut.

Didn't really matter though,
was happier in there,
But there was a sudden ******
Pushed me out, out of nowhere.

Back to reality, a kosher one,
The path straighter than ever.
Yet the nostalgia kept hitting
Of the ties that did sever.

After all it was a vortex,
Taught me how to survive.
All I wished, it be the dimension,
Where I shall always thrive...
s Willow Feb 2019
A haze of betrayal
as memories twist, crawl and scream.
We once experienced bliss, childlike innocents,
and untainted love.
We dont want to go back.
But your desire vanished.
A horrific pool of agony.
Follow the night,
follow the darkness.
Love was torn apart that day.
In a haze of betrayal.
I still love you.
Delaney Feb 2019
the best gift I have ever gotten
was given to me as soon as I was born.
you held me in your arms
and whispered "mine".
I would learn later on
that I was minutes old when I was given
one of the greatest loves
I will ever receive.

-I have the honor of calling you my sister
Mystic Ink Plus Jan 2019
Imagine happiness as the business
Let us wish them, happiness

Feel that blessing when
The whole world smile
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Just a smile is enough
grace Jan 2019
fingers graze over palms
walking on a long trail
begging to meet each other's grasp
strain on heart stings previously played like violins
the sun sets above a glass of rosé
rivers of pink bubbly wine
a garden grows like a field
covering the sunset and fading to dark
stars grow down from the vines
her immaterial body darker then the midnight blue of the "sky"
their fingers interlock
bliss.
a sunset becoming midnight described as an overgrown garden. it becomes harder to see when nature is overwhelming your personal life and you're unable to find time for people. it's when you have a combination of living in the real world and your fantasies that you can find the most happiness. (all my opinion)
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