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Ksjpari Aug 2017
In all schools, there is the assembly conn
Which directs the class or the school yon
Expectations of all – trustee – the swan:
Choosing topics and teachers from Taiwan.
Keeping updates is teacher’s duty since eon
So is the assembly to represent omicron.
Different themes or topics about nylon
All are dealt in assembly now and forlorn.
Hence is the theme of Creativity chosen
By Divine Child School in Mehsana anon.
This duty of inculcating values is always on.
This will go on till students change begone
Illiteracy, agedness, negative mindset, wan.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
Xyns Aug 2017
We dreamers,
We have an addiction
Imagination,
That ****'s an affliction

See, those sounds
To us, it's like music
But our thoughts
They **** around and abuse it

Budweiser and nicotine
Put our minds at ease
Long nights and whiskey
Find our brains some peace

Misunderstood,
Find clarity in confusion
Self-destructive,
Lost in a hopeless delusion

Throne-less kings and queens
Peaceful-minded wild things
Let us find our release
Nicotine & Pipe Dreams
Started this at the end of 2016 and just now found the old draft and finished it.
SQUID Aug 2017
Didn't sharp my pencil.
Years went by until...
One day, I did,
and .... WHAT A NOISE!!!!
SQUID Aug 2017
Pencils have voices
some are wheedly.
Others, warm, ripe,
Fruit. For hearing.
SQUID Aug 2017
Let breath slow dissolve
A tablet of ink
Colourful dreams
Deep -- flow skywards.
Tansy Roake Jul 2017
And here am I,

So terrified by the scale of it all,

That I must escape into banality.
George Anthony Jul 2017
These days, I feel I've lost my spark
That flicker of creativity.
Well yes, I lit the candle;
I knew it was time for it to burn,
That eventually it'd burn out:
The dulling light emanating faint warmth.

But I think there's something poetic, too
About blunt truths
And being so honest it feels bland—
Bland enough to make you feel.
Little musing
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