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yellow-thoughts Jul 2018
i want to feel pain
simple human emotions
useless tears, full smiles
bright lies and needles loughs
wanting too much of my dreams
they promises a full heart
i want my world full of grace
dreams, pain, thirst and  then drugs
i want to argue and fight
surrender to my sinister thoughts
and now no one can interfere
so please make me worry
i want to feel pain
and simple human emotions.

/m.a/
emotions are priceless!
tompoet rwanda Jul 2018
our sky is bright
like new born baby,
the light shines to the hearts of the hatred,
the darkness is nullified,
people smile with hope of a better tomorrow,
no more division and conflicts,
_ unity is among us
peace smells in each of our beloved
villages,
security is now a habit
not a dream,
education is now a must
not a myth,
great thinkers are born without
any puzzling circumstance,
Bright is our future,
cause we've got
true seekers,thinkers and leaders,
forgetting our past is licentious
never,
we all certainly say
never again genocide
developing is what we endeovor for,
we'll never ever take this great nation for granted,
we were tought to be ceased and detested,
but we still here standing on our feet,
What didn't **** us will make us stronger,
unstoppable
we'll never die again.
A liberation based poem 4th of july
Alya Adzkia Jul 2018
it was such a cold night with the frosty air kissed my skin and left it trembled. I was staring at the stars and whispered them how much I adore your mesmerizing smile as they promised me to take care of yourself,
"he is the Sirius, we know."
"he is," I giggled "so keep him safe."

then I danced under the moonlight with our playlist as the soundtrack. the moon giggled and shaked its head,
"it's getting late, you better go to bed than dance like an idiot."
"but, will you promise me to give him a goodnight kiss with your light?"
"anything you want, princess."

the city lights kindly guided me and my unicorn home safely without getting lost, although I closed my eyes along the road because I am a sleepyhead.

"goodnight, my Sirius."


— baby I'm living on my own fantasy,
will you still take me as I am?
neth jones May 2018
within The Thinker
a wastegland produces fantasy
a training of media guides The Inner Thirst
applies The Racing Brain
it bats Senses dumb
and brings The Being to a standstill

cut off from a navigable point
in The Shared World
I pinch concentration
and seek out The Simple Breath
Anne Jul 2018
Sweet, dainty lips
And starry merry eyes
Her fingertips collide
With tingly butterflies

Fragile little thing
Oh, watch out for the wolves
Or what it might bring
And how it would move

Cold hearted lass
Heart like a glass
Forbade from the wolves
Obtained pure sass

Big, big wolf
Had gotten near
Near that little honey
With his wicked seer

Naive little girl
Beams upon bad
He melted and he swirled
Her heart, ice clad

Big,wicked wolf
Jinxed the frigid heart
Prentending, oh, prentending
The wolf was smart

Silly, silly *****
How silly you can be
Never marked words
You're always carefree

Evil, sadist wolf
Plucked the scarlet heart
Evil, sadist wolf
Plunged in a dart

Silly, silly *****
Sobbing little sights
Poor broken baby
And blood atop her thighs

Mad, sadist wolf
Threw the heart below
Mad, sadist wolf
******* and foe
Withing, a broken wolf
A ******* in show
Within his hairy heart
A tragedy he rows
I stayed awake the whole night with the night owl
Cuddling a big wolf in my ears its booming howl
Kelsey Jun 2018
A cutless mage
So weary of speech
The magicians basket
A tale to teach

For wanding and waving
The dreams of the dreary
The illusion of joy
A load he must carry

What spells, what tricks
Does his basket contain
A book of the difference
Between revere and disdain

For his shoes have been worn
And robe has no sleeves
The midnight mage
Lost his glow in the weave

Suspended in wind
The magician has forgotten
The blooming of Daisy's
Now litter his coffin

The townsmen share tales
As they laugh and they weep
Of the mage in the mask
Who never thought to speak
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