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Cleo Jul 2018
its great that you exist in my mind
because i can barely say two words to you
you are interesting
so i say in a poem
i will like to look deep in your eyes
i dont know how you will survive
like a wind blowing with confidence
i dont ask to dream about you
but when i close my eyes
i see you
but we live in different worlds
you dont believe in words
i dont believe in beauty
fs yousaf Jul 2018
I would be a fool to compare
Your presence to that
Of a candle towering valiantly in a dark room,
Acting as a guide as some would say.
You would eventually burn out,
Leaving me alone with no sense of direction.

You are closer to a star
On an unpolluted night,
Making your way to me
No matter the distance.
And even though you may
Become sheathed at times,
Knowing you are always there
Brings me a sense of relief.
Farzaneh Qaf Jul 2018
"It's you who choose"
That seems like a joke
To whose
Destiny was to die
as a child, in a war
Or to ***,
under 18,
as ***** in a bar!
Ricardo Jul 2018
Maybe i got to much spice for yah
Or you just ain't a fan of spicy food
Not sure why your starving me
There are plenty of spices too choose
You got me on that mood
I dont wanna be fighting you
Never wanted to, but you digging in
Was too low from you
Somebody else has dirter hands in all this
Who finally stepped up to take care of you
Its just perfect all at my expense
Wouldn't want it any other way
Maybe it was my mistake.
What are you going to do?
If your counting now
Start count with the people close to you
Figure out which one helped you.
But whats the past
I'm just following the future
That's something you knew from day one
Didn't you?

Where are you?
adept Jun 2018
i realized i have lived my
whole life on the edge,
and that it will take
no more than a step
in the wrong direction
to send me over.
Jabin Jun 2018
Look behind at all the ducks,
but don’t turn your back!
Squawking and pecking
like they do give a ****,
but their father is a quack.

Throw to them a piece of bread,
and they'll fight like dogs.
The alpha pounces,
thieving from pups he's bred-
while they snort and snort like hogs.

Stay your glance, looking ahead,
for missiles raining.
Trapped in gas, they choke;
soon enough, they'll be dead,
and too, your time is waning.

That paper in your pocket
leashes up your mind.
Give it a whiff, a stare, and a sniff,
ball the evil rocket.
Freedom's ring is what you'll find.

Feathers falling and flying.
The canines are sharp.
Angel eyes in the darkness, stalking.
Don't sift through the lying,
or dance to heavenly harp.

Strip your clothes on the mountain,
bows the snake low, down.
Never wanted to see any harm,
though sipped from the fountain,
to question the mighty crown.

Give back to him his children,
let Soulless roam free.
You may well recall-
strength once you were wieldin’,
when I was you, and you were me.

So with love, set him beside;
embrace your own child.
Comfort and soothe his worthless cause.
Accept him despite the pride
'fore the lion's temper ever be mild.
I'm looking for the spirit of forgiveness. Not for myself, but for the worst of us. Revenge is not the answer, and there is no justice in torture. There is no peace in pain. There is no love in hurt. So the answer must be something else- something much more difficult. Something we'd think impossible. But what is that old saying?
Pao May 2018
Freedom is on my fingertips
Its liberation flows through my bitterness
Casting away my shattered dreams of changing roads
On which direction, I want to go.


Home looks so far away from where I'm standing
Feeling the despair in my lungs
Expanding and withstanding
Crumbling down all at once.


Fate and freedom go hand in hand
Demanding me to put my feet in the sand
To look beyond my destiny
And start on my own legacy.
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