All these dreams that remains a dream,
their glimmer and shine
now feel like pinpricks in my eyes,
as the list of “not-achieved” and “compromises”
grows long.
Master, have mercy.
I am Master. I
Have no Master.

The planet
is atrocious.

I am It.

Planet Earth
is atrocious.

I am It.

Why is it so hard
to see
be yond peace?
Why is it so hard
to be
who you want?

The mind, secluded
in a prison rift
of copy paste
makes waste.

Where is my paper?
Where is my pen?
I write for me!
I repeat as if I
will soon
I write for me!
(logging on again)

The planet is horrid.
I am part of It.

Oh, Peace & War,
do we know it.

Yet with an audience,
my imagination
grows stagnant.

The once in abstract
gathers into form.

I did this misdeed.
A disservice.

Once a dreamer.
Now a journalist.
This one is for Ryan.
You make me want to run away.
That, is definitely a good thing.
A reminder that I never meant to stay.
Shofi Ahmed Jul 4
I wished to see my beloved
living in my heart.
When she appeared
for the first time, her radiance,
her light dazzled my eyes!

But so clear I can see her eye  
in the corner of it is a tear.
Days, months, years passed by
like it did then till now her eyes
whisper in every single word!

Speaks in the words in my alphabet
and in the words that are her
I am yet to know that makes me wonder!
She Writes Jul 3
It’s hard to keep myself together
When the world keeps pulling me apart
sheltered myself from pain
Hid behind a guarded heart

I just want someone brave enough
To scale these walls
Someone to catch me
When I inevitably fall

I need someone
To look me in the eye
And knows when I say
“I’m fine” its a lie

Please care enough
To save me from myself
Care about my physical
And my mental health

The world is cruel
But I am still here
I just need someone
Before I disappear

ιf вєαυту ιѕ ιи тнє єує σf тнє вєнσℓ∂єя
му єуєѕ нανє ¢нσѕєи тσ вєнσℓ∂ уσυ
уσυя нєαят gινєѕ α fяαgιℓє ωαямтн
α ѕσfт gℓσωιиg ℓιgнт σf тнє ¢σℓσя вℓυє

уσυ ωιℓℓ ιт тσ яαιи σи тнє ωιи∂σωραиє
тнє υиινєяѕє ιѕ тσ вℓαмє тнαт уσυ αяє ∂єѕтιиє∂ fσя fαмє
иσт σиℓу ιи тнє ωσяℓ∂
вυт ιи тнє єує σf тнє вєнσℓ∂єя

уσυ αяє α вιя∂ ιи fℓιgнт
ωιтн ρяυ∂єит σωℓ єуєѕ
вυт тнє ρєσρℓє иєνєя тσℓ∂ уσυ
∂ι∂ тнєу?

∂σи'т уσυ єνєя тяу тσ вє ℓιкє αиσтнєя
∂σи'т ωαит уσυя ι∂єитιту тσ ℓινє α ℓιfє υи∂єя¢σνєя
α муѕтι¢ gαℓє ву тнє ѕєα
уєѕ, тнє ρℓαиєтѕ αℓℓ αgяєє
уσυ αяє α ѕє¢яєт тσ ∂ιѕ¢σνєя
уσυ αяє тнє gαℓαχу'ѕ ℓσνєя

ιf вєαυту ιѕ ιи тнє єує σf тнє вєнσℓ∂єя
му єуєѕ нανє ¢нσѕєи тσ вєнσℓ∂ уσυ

this is dedicated to my best friend
Steelyvibe Jun 27
In the solitude of London trying to forget the past
The chaotic mess of my life played out at last
A forgotten trench coat steps out the shadows
Towards a romance of glorious tomorrows

Standing tall by the lamppost at twilight
Cigerette in hand, collar turned up tight
The pale moon shines down onto the street
And lights a faint mist around your feet

He pulls back his hat by its brim
Grey eyes beckon me over to him
He takes me in the folds of his coat
I swoon as my heart starts to float
Written through the eyes of a women
Upon (die) re rhea ding previous poem
     All In The Name Of "Progress" zen
a glaring, leering,
     and twittering left par wren
     dared to a right (i.e. bribe)
     corrective punctuation measure
     slyly slipping Special Ops symbol ")"
     for so many yen,

thus see slipped thru my excellent
     proof reading, when
lo and behold consternation,
     inconsideration, and perturbation
I thought to take a page
     from playbook of Sylvia Plath,
     and stick my head in the oven
but lo, a sardine recipe

     (though a bit fishy),
     could be found necessitating cauldron
     only available for purchase in Turin
thus donned with a shrouded cape,
     aye didst make whoosh,
     hence, went there and came back
     and frankly tubby earnest,
     thence began stir'n

a bubbling concoction brew
though duration for perfect consistency
     aye lacked any clue
thus, needed to contact
     Hannibal the cannibal
     asper what to do
in order (I explained)
     to sever livingsocial,

     and forever hang my head in shame
     cuz, accidentally omitting
     one right parenthesis too few
hence, esteemed flawless glory,
     (sans error free grammarian
     reputation pitched downward
     where careless evinced
     Kamikaze nosedive, where

     matter of fact gross humiliation
     instantaneously grew
and the only viable option
     forced me to hew
admitting to egregious, fatuous, abhorent
and readily confesses
     compunction viz, grievously
     blatant Anglo Saxon

     Horrifying transgression
involving backward curved "C" sin bent
a most execrable,
     incorrigible, and unforgivable
     literary faux pas incurring
     major cosmic event
stripped of title special
     Das Scribe double bubble "A" gent!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Upon complying never to err again
Matthew Scott Harris since
     accepted plea bargain
accepting sentence resting his chin
til indelible necklaced "U" lettered grin
forever visible to kith and kin.
The Queen Jun 23
I'm shining in the dark. I'm the light you're looking for. Why are you hide yourself  from me? I can't wait anymore. I wanna fly.
I love you from the past, like today and the future. Love me or leave please. I wanna fly.
What is freedom? It's whatever you want. That's the original, human freedom: choice. How do you define freedom? Is it unrestricted action? Is it liberation from falsehood? Is this the dusk? Or is this the dawn?

Will you look back at the dark days gone, then forward, into the new, driving those same stakes, making those same mistakes, trumpeting reverence of atrocity and explaining it as tradition? This house must come down.

I will, on bended knee, submit a commitment of deed.
I will not harness fire for there is less to burn.
I will be as water and wind and flora before.

I will not reap.
I will sow.
I will not strike.
I will be.
I will pray.
and it will sound
as the wind
through the tree
in the shallow
and the reed.

The vehement will tire and weep.
The peaceful will sing the song of echoes.
The young will carry this sound into the future.

Humanity will prosper.
Kivanc Jun 20
Breathe deeply and exhale.
See life again with all conditions,
Despite closing your eyes.
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