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Udit Vashishth Apr 2018
When the world gives me pain.
When everything makes me insane.
When each & every effort goes into vain.
I recollect all the sweet memories
that I have captured in my brain.

When I get distracted from my goal.
When I lose hope and cannot stand tall.
When I deal with the things that cannot control.
I relive all the moments
that I have captured in my soul.

When anything I see is nothing but a lie.
When I can't unsee bad things no matter how hard I try.
When I am hurt so badly but I cannot cry.
I reimagine all the beautiful pictures
that I have captured with each eye.

When I see my world falling apart.
When nothing goes right whatever I start.
When my brain denies to take part.
I revisit all the lovely feelings
that I have captured in my heart.
In today's world we sometimes lose hope and then we need a refresh button kinda thing to restart our daily life. The moments captured in our pasts help us to restart everything.
Rhyme scheme a a a b ***
fm Apr 2018
i am a flower.

i will grow in the sunlight
and bloom under the moon.

i will be plucked by fingers
too greedy to nourish me after.

but i am a flower
and i refuse to wilt in your vase.
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
tonight's early sky
hung a poem

for the capture

but my muse's
net wasn't
woven tight enough

to hold that slip of a moon
or its partner
that one tiny star
Aliah R Gonzalez Apr 2018
She is a disease
Once you captured her
You were caught up on her
Hard to be immune to
And with you every step of the way
Even if she was deadly
A Flowered Tux Mar 2018
My tongue feels like lead.
There is a buzzing in my head.
Th lights are too bright,
It's too late in the night,
I just want to leave,
Can you even believe
that I am on a boat?
I'm not supossed to float!
But now I must sing,
for only I can bring
A calm to the sea
These sailors are looking at me
with a new found clarity.
For I can bring them prosperity
all because of my shimmering tail.
But don't worry for I will prevail.
Because with the shinning of the moon.
I will bring them all their doom.
Sometimes I feel trapped with no way out then I remember I have claws.
Rebel Heart Jan 2018
Everything you see is art

He loves me

The way you focus your camera
And get that gleam in your eye
Right before capturing a moment
Before it slips away

He loves me not

The way you focus on me
And get that sparkle in your eye
Right before capturing my lips with yours
Before our moment slips away

He loves me

Everything you touch is art

He loves me not

The way your fingers glide across
The guitar strings
As you breathe melody into the world

He loves me

The way your fingers glide across
My bare skin
As you breathe fire into my bones

He loves me not

Everything about you is art

He loves me

But nothing about me is

He loves me not

Me, the empty canvas

He loves me

You, my only form of art

He loves me not

One intoxicating touch

He loves me

My broken heart

*He loves me not
Alas, art is something found within you not given to you by someone else. And that day I lost my heart to you, I found that art within myself

(Hello again loves, this particular piece dates back to 2010 but I found it to be very interesting. I don't think I still understand all of it but leave your thoughts, comments, etc below and happy writing! ~BM)

(Front Page 1/9/2018)
Poetic T Sep 2017
Woven in silk depression even though pure,
I hang slightly on every strand.
I could weave a moment around me
                                        and hang static.

Would anyone notice the slight stillness ensuing
on my web of thought. Or would I just be
a cocooned memory hanging on my own
                                               web of depression.

Only feeding upon myself... A trap of my own doing,
feeding on the misery that I have woven not
realizing this web is  
                                  to capture myself.
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