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Laokos Sep 2020
it's obvious,
isn't it?

it certainly
seems
like it

you see
it too,
right?

maybe
i'm imagining it?

it's probably
nothing

but

your head
is upside
down

facing inward
and
laughing at
itself

and there's
a light in
there

that's always
on

just
thought
you should know
Sink
Drown
Steal my
Crown
Ocean
Wave
No one to
Save
Deep
Down
I am
Underground
Pearl
Shore
I am
No more
Bhill Sep 2020
you’ll be back, I guarantee
you can’t stay away that long from me
I've been there when you were down
I've been there when you were such a clown
we have been friends for very long time
how could you leave when we were in our prime
where did you go, I don't even know
all I know is that I couldn't grow
please come back and show me the way
I need to have a good ole day
I need you back and close to me
you've been gone too long, I hope you agree...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 251
Hammad Aug 2020
Strolling down memory lane
I found the flame of love and hope
Along with it, there’s some pain
Thinking now – How do I escape?
It’s high, steep and rugged terrain
If only hopes could build a stairway
Maybe , just maybe we could meet again!
Daniel Aug 2020
Locked-down, feet to the ground.
A pilots hands once useful
Now sat and still.

No purpose no pain.
No pleasure no gain
life is no longer living.

A girl wears a mask to cover her expressions
And fight an imaginary war.

Idle and stationary
We sit and we think.
What the **** happened
And pour another drink.

What do we do?
Where can we go?

Keep quiet and be patient
For this is not a battle but a war.
The enemy is living
and to attack is to be dead.

Our Great War
Is to lockdown.
Safana Aug 2020
You can
Lock me down
and,
You will never
Locked my
Heart up,
Because,
I'm infected
To love and trace,
That light
Striking the lines
of horizon,
Covering earth
Circumference.
Really,
You can
Lock me down
But,
You will never
And ever
Lock my faith
Down
Spriha Kant Aug 2020
During a travel in Shangri La , the floating love in sunrays and choirs of birds opened my eyes.
And I found myself lying on mat on terrace with a handsome smiling man reflecting in sun.

While rolling mat , an invisible breezy naughty kid played with my messy hair and tickled and whistled in my ears.
Seeing this , the aunt flowers smiled and swayed in euphoria.
Closing the kid behind my terrace's door just before my way to downstairs, I sighed in relief.
And the kid went very far and higher and higher...

Capturing this moment , I poured it down into my diary.
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