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ChinHooi Ng Dec 2017
The night is getting cooler

the wind lengthier

a serenade

tenderness of water

shimmering

fragrance sinking

to the depths of reflection

walking in the moonlight of night

in the vicissitudes of pine

picking up spindrift

on the clear pillow of water

the scent of pine getting stronger

dream getting lengthier

in the forest.
ChinHooi Ng Dec 2017
Great happiness

endless happiness belongs to those who were born

close to the sun

the galaxy can see them

in love

walking

crying

moving around

carrying in their hands

a clock

that comes from the core of a rare earth

greater than all the unknown

more magnificent

the universe

extending infinitely in all directions

a black hole

extending downward

to the invisible

the weightless

living blood flowing

the stars above

the people living in the sky above

dust rejoicing among them

freely

men women and children

joy loneliness and love

floating

maturing

illuminating the sky with colors

they're everywhere

walking loving crying

the molecules in their soul

come from a galaxy

in the sky.
Nathan Nov 2017
This pixelated pen
Shares my real world thoughts
The darkness, The light
The joy and fright

This pixelated pen
Has created many friendships
The wonderful, the kind
The creative and ones with a beautiful mind

This pixelated pen
Saved my life tonight
By writing this
It took away the darkness
It provided the light


It brought me joy
It got rid of my fright
I was able to talk too that friend that's so kind
The one whose creative with a beautiful mind
DaSH the Hopeful Nov 2017
They say home is where the brain committed suicide* first
Hushed conversation overheard
Flushed worth down the drain
And as it spun
The dark corners never seemed so inviting
Enticing how the pain makes you notice yourself when no one else does
Reality is a setback that you've sat through and kept mum about
Contemplating the things that are all in your head more than things that actually are
You've already done it a thousand times
And accepted the indifference growing like vines that intertwine in your mind
Now your thumb is out and you're looking for a ride
Not any particular place, just "away"
Toward somewhere not quite like this

*You use a tied rope as a taxi cab
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