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Özcan Sh Apr 2018
Two puzzle pieces that like to connect
But they are very different and do not fit
A part is missing between them
And that part was love.
Karisa Brown Apr 2018
Coming
Road long looking
But I'm still coming

Sticks and stones
Thrown along the way
Make it hard to continue

Till I start playing
My drums heart tune
Disconnect from the mess
And connect back into you
Salmabanu Hatim Apr 2018
My Feelings are pieces of paper,
crumpled,
With two feet trampled.
No one listens,
Nor see how my eyes glisten,
The tears remain in my soul,
Yet, with a smile I stand tall.
No one is aware of me,
What I perceive they never see.
My true feelings I am always hiding,
Cause my very own, only want to hear good tidings.
They are not interested in how I fare,
To tell the truth if I dare,
They think I want pity,
Leaving me alone and empty.
Everyone thinks I seek attention,
But all I want is connection,
A little understanding,
That is heart to heart,
A big hug for a start.
Wish your children would understand your feelings and desires.All you need is some time to talk share a meal.
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2018
Now
I wish to be an Art
So that,
So many

Hang me in their wall
Emotionally connect
Appreciate
Get inspired

At least for once
May be, just for awhile

Everyday.
Genre: Self
Theme: I wish to be so many somebody, so many something too.
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2018
After an eye contact
A new story begins

Eye  uses,
A Universal  language
One feels
One  believes
One connects

Without a voice
Eyes speak.
Genre: Love
Theme: Universal language
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Feel it
Plan it,
Rethink,
Ink it
Read it,
Edit,
Connect it,
Then beautify

Love it
Save it
Release free

With the magic of your words.
Genre: Autobiography
Theme: When, small things matter.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Alarm resonates
By the bed side
A morning thirst
For a new spirit,
A dextrose crave,
With a contagious aroma,
Dark brown to light
Lost in the maze
Rejuvenate all wishes
Intoxicates blood flow
First sip, a door to a day
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-
-
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Until the end
But still,
Wish is for one more cup of awakening
From sunrise to sunset
To revive a breath
Which connect “you” to “I”

A round of applause
In a conscious state
Theme: Morning shows the day
Shared from my Anthology,Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Dallas Jan 2018
Take my hand reaching out in the dark
Cling to me when you miss the mark
Hold on to me, I’ll never let you go
I’m always right beside you I want you to know
Put your hand in my hand; feel the nail scars there
Put your hand in my hand and feel how much I care.
My hand will guide you both night and by day,
Let me guide you and show you the way.
Put your hand in mine and feel them rough and worn
The hands that saw a world hurt and torn.
Put your hand in mine and feel the tenderness and strength
The hands that, to find and bring you back, would go to any length.
The hands that cured the *****, and healed the sick and weak,
My hands are reaching out; if only you would seek.
See how much I love you dearest child of mine
All you see before you I created by design
I want the world for you, but I want you in heaven with me
Take my hand; I will give you the faith to truly see.
Put your hand in my hand and let me fill the hole
I don’t need your success I want you to give me control
I will not lead you into danger or make you go astray
Feel my hands on yours every time you pray.
Even in the darkest night my hand is there to save
I love you so much that my very life, I freely gave
Feel my arms wrap around you in a warm embrace
Let me heal you, give you peace and grace.
Take my hand and walk with me. Child, do not fear
Even when you cannot see me, I am always here.
Take comfort in my presence as you rest, safe from harm
As long as I am with you there is no need for alarm
Do you trust me? Then take my hand and follow
I can make you whole once more, this world can leave you hollow.
Can you feel me with you on this very night?
Take my hand and come with me as we walk into the light.
I've been on a journey
to the depths of my own
                                            mind.

i didn't like what i

l
e
  a
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    n
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      d

but i know it was needed.

                          I've been (dis)connected

up, down,up ,down u,p ,down

in (a)n(d) out

blur is what i see.

i know ::myself:: better now
Sandman Nov 2017
Today I woke up with the smell of snow cast upon my senses.
A cold grey shadow stretched like a quilt across the inside of my house.

Snow falling like wet feathers.
The intake of silence echos across the white glittering crystal blanket that is perfectly scattered hither and thither across my endless horizon.

I step outside to helplessly embrace the winter air. It fills me up like a tree in the summer filling up with water.
Snow drops dew upon my delicate eyelids.

While I inhale the snow exhales and together we work as one unit reckoning the perfect balance of the natural world as we know it.
I woke up this morning and it was snowing

I was inspired by Bon Iver
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