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Vish Sep 2019
these eyes have cried an ocean of tears,
this heart has endured hurt in the form of daggers and swords,
this mouth has kept an eternity of words unspoken,
these ears have heard things that can’t be forgotten,
this body has fought wars that are yet to be won
-
but this phoenix will rise from the ashes,
unshaken and unbroken,
like the heat of the sun that’s ever burning,
warming everything it touches,
the phoenix will be unrestrained,
insuppressible,
and effervescent
whatever you’re going through, you will get through it
i love you
newpoetica Aug 2019
i decided to drop in and say hello, expecting that my nervous feelings would soon mellow.

he said hey in return,
my heart set on fire and i could feel it burn.

but i'll let him in and go after that beautiful face,
and hope that somewhere in his heart i'll find a place.
MellowWrath Aug 2019
No pain is greater than loss
For each breath becomes more painful
Each tear more bitter
And each voice more broken.
But only release can turn itself into divine
As we turn toward silent prayers
As we drop to our knees and join our hands
Whispering raw names.
Let us be heard, Us who have lost
For we are all fated
As if sharing the same body,
To lose what we hold most dear.
Let our tears dry, our breath quicken with life and want, let our chants resonate in the emptiness that surounds us
For eternity if not a life time.
It is hard to go on.
Jasmin Aug 2019
Sitting still with eyes that wander
The mind is sane yet lost in a wonder
"Coffee spilled from a broken mug
Though the stains remained to fog
It is now bared from a steamy hug."

Sitting still with rested eyes
The mind was unclear but now is wise
"No need for a mug, need not to hide
A coffee so precious must be spilled
To tame the wild."
Manish Kumar Jul 2019
Early to bed & early to rise,

makes a man healthy, wealthy &wise.

It's what has been told ,

by men who were wise.

But there are people,

who don't follow such advice.

They work day and night

even in freezing ice,

and guard in fields

where their feet get eaten by mice.

They are the soldiers

and what they do, is called sacrifice.
Derrick Jones Jul 2019
Creation abounds
It wants to be found
It seeks to be shared
Please don’t be scared
Because nobody cares

Nobody cares in the best kind of way
The way in which people don’t judge one another
We’re really just filling our vision with colors
Impressions appear but it’s rare when they stay

No one will see if you fumble or stumble
And if they do see, well let’s all be humble
How much of their attention will even go
To encode your fleeting failure at flow

So zoomed into our narrow view
We fail to see events unraveling
We look for something to do
Constantly time traveling

Forget the past
The future is glass
Relax and be pleasant
Let’s stay in the present

In this moment nobody cares
The spotlight you fear shines from within
So emerge from your hidden lair
And finally let your life begin
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Lara Mari Jun 2019
No.
I will not be victim to you anymore.
You’ve tormented me. Mauled me.
Like a shroud you hung above me.
You were a ghost, a goblin, a ghoul.
I couldn’t eat, sleep, work, think.
No.
I cannot let you overpower me.
I’m strong, you see?
I’ve faced everything you’ve flung at me.
I’m still alive. Breathing. Functioning.
No.
I will smother you. ****** you
With the very knives you’ve thrown at me.
I was a weakling, you coward.
You took advantage of me.
No.
I can do it. I will fight you. You will lose.
No.
No.
No!
Chris May 2019
It's me, can't you feel,
I love  you but I make you scream,
You won't die as long as I'm here.

You won't die,
but you'll never really live.

Can't you feel the shiver,
the paralyzing fear,
That makes you a useless ****,
Whenever I am here,

I will shroud you,
I will give
You will not die,
You'll never live.
Fear
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