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Peasant The Poet Jul 2020
fluent flume
scribble and scrawl
ink stains slither
wriggle and crawl
Across the page
fluidly fall
mind spilling, scattered
no semblance at all.
Betthia Mae Jul 2020
cry to be heard.
shout to be silent.
hey mom i miss u.
Leisha Dias Jul 2020
Placed beside you
Or did I hypnotically walk to you
Was it a game of fate and destiny
Or was I simply charmed by your spell
Was I meant to be here
Or did I want to be here
All I can decipher right now is that,
I lie here and you beside me.
At such close proximity
Feeling you at every edge
Like two pieces of a puzzle.
A piece of puzzle with curves and edges
Rough curves and worn out edges
But did I really fit in?

I tried hard,
Just as I tried all these years
At all the wrong places
Chiseling my sharp edges into curves
Curves that would now fit perfectly
All the while, losing a part of me.
Just making me question,
Is this yet another wrong spot
Didn't seem wrong to the world
Then why do I still feel like a misfit
Like a square peg in a round hole
Or has this constant trying to fit in
Leave all my edges frayed
I no longer recognize anymore.

Still lying beside you,
Still dont seem to fit in,
Still questioning,
Is this yet another wrong spot?
Nilia Loh Jul 2020
Noir and Blanc.
Swimming side by side.
Both full of pride.
Always arguing who is right,
Bickering with all their might.
Different beliefs,
Both in disbelief.
A pointless war,
not knowing what for.
Dorrance is their name,
Balance is not the way.
Only one can live,
So who is going to leave?
it's about my inner conflict lol
Ruheen Jul 2020
Forget about speaking and understanding.

If someone writes in a different language
To your own,
You wouldn't even be able to read it.

At least at first glance.
I'm sure if you stare at it
Hard and long enough,

You'd be able to make out something.
A metaphor. Stare it at long and hard. I'm sure you'll get it.
Fretina Exum Jul 2020
Running like the wind through my mind with the feeling I’m running out of time, as I continue to run I see an light directing my path wondering will it last or continue to feel further away with each step, looking around me there are no trees or animals just the gravel burning the bottom of my feet with each step I take looking to the side of me no one is around not even a sound as I run I think to myself, is this a dream? Why am I running like this every time I try to stop, I feel as if someone one is pushing me along I try to sit but it doesn’t fit .What is this happening to me? Wondering how long it will be before I wake from this on going dream. Hours past I have not waken still running, as I look ahead of me I see a bed, I try to make myself run faster so I can rest , as I get closer, it seems to be at a stand still. I reach for the bed looking down to my surprise its me with no life left inside me  it is not a dream, just a scene of where I was before I laid my head for the final rest.
who really knows when your out of time .
Jess Jul 2020
Fluctuations, Frustrations
A Dragon tears apart emotions
A Master tapping on my shoulder
Bewildering, indeed,
But are you going to open?

I snap my fingers
Deep breath, palms extended
Music plays
I move along

What words can describe
these contradicting times?
Layered with clarity
Awkward and confused

But I'm done with managing
False control dismantling
No means of direction
or need for protection

This is all mine

How easy it is to play with distortion
what a misfortune
to pervert such purity
assuredly, this takes maturity  

Open
Open
Open
to all that I am

It does not require definition
Just allow this transition
No force No exertion
This is the simple emersion

There is No Separation
This spirit is mine
This Energy is me
My awareness is no one else's
In my own oneness, I am free
Oct 26, 2019
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