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why do you let yourself swallow you whole?
why do you make living so hard?
who has control?
idk but I'm grey and I'm white
my colour is melting like ice
thin as the body thats shedding everything nice
don't think twice its not alright, worse at night
when you're directing every aspect of an overcast life
dream of nothing, dream of better sleep,
sleep beside a knife till you annihilate that creep
when memory hurts, when the cut is too deep
know that although you've lost a lot,
your mind is yours to keep
I open my door - to the brisk December air,
Each breath as Fresh as the mornings First -
Through my Frosted airways -
A Winter Cloud exhaled.
Salsa AK Jan 2020
Your face looms as a shadow on my cloud
residues of you metastasized on my identity
to lose you completely
becomes to lose myself
a suicide of new kind, a modern tragedy.
Star BG Jan 2020
QUIET
on the HP western front
of my Home feed.
It’s roads are empty.
Its resident poets seasoned
with gifts aren't walking with pen canes.
Or driving cars of visions.

Guess they're all
in a different cyber town
OR INSIDE THEIR OWN HOUSE HEARTS.

PERHAPS
after some clouds in mind
bring rains to community,
a rainbow of words will
come and my home town
will be FULL AGAIN.
Just having a silly thought.
Blind Eye Dec 2019
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Bhill Dec 2019
The rain is here, and coming from the sky
Where else would it come from? My oh my
It freshens the air as nothing else can
It's been doing it forever, or since time began
It arrives in a wonder, surrounded by its clouds
A mode of transportation contained only by the shroud
When you think of rains importance, the wonderment is there
Bringing water where it's needed or flooding with no care
We wouldn't be, without it, this is something, oh so true
We have to love or hate it, depending on which view....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 314
You just got to love the rain. Or hate it...,  depends
Viji Vishwanath Nov 2019
Here pines have lost their green...

Vehicles have lost its look in dusty sand....

Shattered leaves started to fall...

A whistle blowing sound all around...

Which feels as scare to hear in our ear...

And thousands of noisy blowing winds everywhere...

Made it difficult to see clear so far...

Also troubled the child to play out...

The windy waves shaking so loud...

And making the pressure in windows to bass...

Chirping birds hiding in nests to have a rest...

And the mighty red flamed Sun also lost in that dusty cloud...

Which seems so dull to have it in love again with this nature’s ground...
Sun lost in dusty cloud
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