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ghalya Dec 2018
memories are the last thing i have of you,
i wonder if you remember anything at all,
i yearn for remedies, to be forgotten at all
i was perplexed by everything you do
i remain captivated by the slightest signs of your signals,
insecurity over-washes me, i can’t comprehend the symbols
then i realized, i’m searching for signs that don’t exist
in the midst of the night, the aftermath remains a bliss.
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2018
Soulmates, the union of Yin and Yang that uses a familiar flame radiated in an ancient form, a divine language which science lacks to verify in its existence. It is a sublime subconscious tangling of minds, synchronized for a common goal with higher synergetic vibrations.

Soulmates fathom one another even in silence
and empower one another with time.

If you have not felt like this, get ready to embrace the time.
Trust the mystic universe, you will get blessed.
Larger than life.
Genre: Observational
Theme: Ping the universe
Lynnia Dec 2018
Blazing life sets my soul on fire
All white clouds and green meadows
I can’t help but stare now
I haven’t a care now
And darling, we can breathe, finally
Set myself lose, run me dizzy
Let me live and let me die
Here I stay, forget me not
While I grasp tightly to this sweet lie.
Esha Dec 2018
I feel bad about feeling so sad for this blissful life of mine;
But then feel guilty for being too happy at the same time.
On days, oh so flawless, life feels euphoric & perfect;
Just the next days are filled with guilt & regret.
Hopping with joy on days beautiful & bright;
Miserably sobbing & choking on beautiful nights.
Feeling so **** grateful for everything I have;
Feeling so  awfully pathetic for wasting them away.
Too lazy to function or just too sick to feel lazy;
I can't even think properly, it's all too hazy.
Feeling insignificant while observing others' lives;
Feeling overwhelmed or distressed about mattering while being alive.
Faking a face that's not mine at times;
With a blank mind & senses resonating violent  ringing of malicious chimes.
I feel so blissful but the pathetic feeling of not being worthy of that bliss is so painful.
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2018
A name of yours
Caress the thought
With the magical vibes
Then the musing begins

A stolen moment
An enchanted realm
An iconic reflections
A pristine elegance

A trust in life
A genuine smile
A perpetual bliss
Nurtures the soul

Finally
A confession begins
To whom
It is concerned
Genre: Reflective Art
Theme: Everything can't be written. Some are felt. Open the senses.
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2018
Imagine for a while
Who you could be

Spirituality is
A comfort zone
Resonating sympathy
Breathe in peace
Does it hurt?

No hypocrisy
Genre: Observational
Theme: Way of life
Dana Dec 2018
What would it be like
To go back in time
When smiles came easy
And life was kind
Would I trade mistakes
And the lessons learned
For a fresh clean slate
And stones unturned?
Dani Dec 2018
Calm, and solid, never a riot
Heavy like a weight on a string
Muscles slow and mind quiet
All this a little pill can bring
Soft and slow like a winter storm
Freezing over a mind and body
Altering the natural form
Changing for better or worse
That is unknown
Whether it be a blessing or curse
No matter at all ‘cause emotions are alone
Stranded, but free
Heavy weighted body, what a cure
Walking through water, maybe
Sweet, blissful relaxation for sure
Written while trying a new medication to attempt to bring the physical symptoms of anxiety down. Amazing for a short while... but anxiety always returns.
Cydney Something Dec 2018
I collapsed the seats of my Rav4
You watched my *** the whole time
And saw an opportunity
As I bent over between the front seats
One, two, then three fingers
While fumbling to turn off the hazards
Biting a seat to keep quiet
Accidentally turned the music back on
"Stay In My Memory" by Bim
The song from Him
**** him, I'll ******* instead
The hazards were off
The music still on
Your fingers making my body quake
From the inside
Twice
Strong enough to throw me around
Like I was someone cuter and smaller
And put me on my back
With a hand around my throat
Kissing at me like a dog
Making me submit like a *****
Three, four, five
"On your knees"
And you threw me there, too
Six
Around we spun
Getting rug burn
Lost count of the quakes
They started to blend
With the aftershocks
"Are marks okay?"
And then you left one
A hickey on a weeknight
And a Monday, no less
Next time, we need a bed
Rug burn is a *****
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