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Thomas Steyer Nov 2021
I often look weird in photos, maybe because I'm vain
When I'm certain I'm smiling, I appear to be in pain
I could practice my friendly expression in the mirror
But then I'd have a stiff face and probably look insane
Khushi Patel Apr 2021
I am humble on my right

that can turn arrogant at night

the next card is not known

like ways, my next emotion is thrown



Years came and years gone

where is the end I do not know

the fun was hanging on a branch

that can collapse at any part



Weather was warm and pleasing

the dejected face was freezing

this expression was never shown

it's the nature that always heals



All emotions are complex

what threatens is Short living anger

killing some good vibes

that tucked with us the whole time
Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2021
Ink in water
A dark rolls
In the invisible
Like light at night

As the candle warns
Forlornly to wage
Quiet battle

Dark
against defends
and Unseen deploys

A shadow dances
Rising silent
Defined by denial

The glowing quill
Lifted, weilded
Strokes such ink well

To borne a truth
To what end shown
from hence within.
Poetic truth of the depressed type of mind.
solEmn oaSis Nov 2020
Nakabibingi ang tunog ng katahimikan
Katahimikang pumapaimbulog sa karimlan
BinaLi ang sungay... buntot ay nabahag....
NakasisiLaw na tila maLiyab na sunog etong Liwanag
Liwanag na magbibigay linaw sa iniwang bakas ng alingawngaw
Puwing na hinipan... Hagip pati ang tahip na tinalupan !


©Pag-ibig, Pag-asa at Pananampalataya
if we truly can see what was good in the bad,
we surely could learned our lesson behind and beyond  !
dailythoughts Oct 2020
Neutrality / n.

absence of decided views, expressions, or strong feelings

"I am in all sorts of neutrality."
the easy way
R Sep 2020
What is it to be a wild child?
Is it staying out even after the stars have taken over the sky?
Is it having a mouth of a sailor?
Or drinking like a pirate?
And loving American pie?

What does the world see as wild?
What does it mean to be wild?
Are actions which are reckless only considered free and fly?

Breaking stigmas is what all of us want to do,
But how much are we doing it?
And how much are we just following the hype?

I’ll take a penny for my thoughts,
Not a glass of wine.
How can anyone be considered wild until what they are doing is coming out from their own minds,
Mild down your thoughts they say,
But I try not to let it affect my choice.

Why bother fitting in?
When you can be a book,
They have a hard time defying.

What if we all become our own books..
Then maybe all of us will truly become wild,
And not just followers of the given hype
Sovit Pokhrel May 2020
I don't speak much,
But have a lot, to say.
I don't express much,
But have a lot, to show.
This is why i write.
I write, to fight.
Fight, with all that i store.
Expressions are meant to be expressed not bottled !
EP Robles Mar 2020
IF you follow me bring the dead along for all the children have suffered and all madmen pollute || ~~ IS GAME OVER “? between sun-beating down & STARS beating
psychotic clowns/ the pogo clown has died forever.
If you could you might adjust your eyes against all monsters that follow
…kiss me if you survive \perishing is a buildingGRACE of reSKINNING the Soul
(oh whoa oh whoa oh wow oh no oh hey)
…just say the hardest price to pay //
are the things for free // eat and drink
remain my memory deeply between crimson &
sun-baked lips (music stretches thinner
e a c h & e v e r y d a y
carry on even if the stars extinguish
the very hurt you receive time &
space str e t c h ed pass a threshold of
mortal pain…you see and creation is reversed forward
God have mercy upon our weakened hearts
shame shame it’s the only world we have
and each other — there ain’t no denying (OH mother! No denying LIFE is a THORN against my eyes; as i bend down i try to find my BEING within a deeply yelled moan; i’m dying i’m dying i’m rolling round a desert stream — shambhala come again against trail dust and kasmir
i am waiting i am decaying i am a mote of Poet
t r aveling inside OPEN space considered: static syntax
and congealed moments upon the professional grace of unspoken
words. whoa…whoa…it’s the hardest price to pay when things
so expensive are for free.

:: 03.03.2020 ::
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