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Chris Jul 2019
Admire them from afar,
Things without wings, not destined to fly,
For once you chose, and got to close,
You WILL burn alive.
Stars- it's a pun, a wordplay figure it out
and check out my lyrics at work : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G71IJLtWODc
Olivia Jul 2019
Yes, I am a dreamer.
I’ve gotten lost
So many times
In the realm of my mind.
But sometimes
It’s better to stray aimlessly in a dream
Than to face reality.
TitaniumInks Jul 2019
Dear God,
I don't want a zillion cars
I don't even want cafés and bars
All I want is a cosy tight hug from you
All I want from you is
Just turn me into one of these zillion bright stars...
Eloisa Jun 2019
He came like a wind,
whispered music in my ears,
swiftly brushed my lips,
then brought cold creeps to my skin,
lulled me and just disappeared.
Just a dream
Aenri Sion Jun 2019
I am a little scarecrow, standing in the farm all day
Made out of straws, twigs and hay
When the crows come, I made them go away
To protect the farm where I stay.

I am here all along
All day and all night long
Guarding the farm, firm and strong
While listening to the bird's song.


The crows that flies within the farm
Keeps on landing in my arms
Preventing them to do any harm
By using all of my charms.


For my job is a hard one
Always under the sun
But once I get my job done
It feels fulfilling and fun.


This is me
This is what I'm meant to be
Come to the farm and you'll see
Or you can also play with me.
Aenri Sion Jun 2019
My only job is to make you happy
Even though sometimes I become sloppy
Seeing you smile is a gift for me
My heart flutters, I'm in full glee

Impersonating cartoons
Making animal balloons
Are all the things that I do
Starting from daylight, ending in full moon

Kids and kids at heart
I've been with them from the start
If they are sad, wanting to break apart
They come to me and all will restart


However, there are times that they can't see
What is behind, what is happening to me
All the sadness and pain that I wanted to erase
In my heart, they all started to raise


The circle of thoughts and emotions
All coming out in different motions
Wanting me to break up, leading me destruction
Setting me away to a sadder direction


Although it comes, I won't let it be
Distract me from my thoughts or even hurt me
For their smile, whenever I see
The sadness and pain vanishes from me


For them, I promise to continue
The things that I do
Performing acts in circus show
That all the hearts would shine and glow
Aenri Sion Jun 2019
I.
At the center you could see

A huge cauldron that shines brightly

Full of colors gleaming playfully

Glistening off, far and free.

II.

Look at it, be amazed

Be enthralled with every gaze

Popping bubbles, in a cauldron ablaze

Leyting you wonder, leaving you in daze.

III.
Enchanting colors in primary

Adding of shades, analogously

Selection of colors in complementary

At the base of the cauldron it mixes wildly.

IV.

Come and you could tell

A cauldron that would let you dazzle

Gawking in awe as the eyes fell

Within the wonders and its marvel.
Yuri Jun 2019
Stay tonight,
Stay every night.
Fight what kills me,
when the darkness comes.
Take me to places,
Unknown,
Unseen.

Where just I would be your queen.

Look me in the
eyes, hold my hand,
Take me to neverland.
Where my heart can fly,
Beautifully upon the sky.
The crushing reality
stops in time.

And finally, your love is mine.

My little star,
shinning so bright.
You're my everything,
My only light.

So please... Just stay tonight.
Pagan Paul Jun 2019
.
All was quiet
the Lord and Lady retired,
courtiers all gone to bed,
the Great Hall silent.
Hounds slumberingly snored
next to the dying embers
of a cooling Inglenook,
occasional crackles popping
as the heat catches wood resin,
it splatters and dies.
A lute lays idle
amongst the mess of banquet
as a lonely secretive figure
detaches from the shadows,
prowling through the detritus.
Slim fingers pick up the lute
and gently strums a chord,
the Minstrel exits stage left,
to compose and construct
new songs and ribald stories
from this nights celebrations.
Retiring to his chamber
his eyes stare balefully
at an uneaten bowl of stew,
the gruel of his station,
a metaphor for the content
of a nearby journal,
closed but waiting,
for a quill rich in ink
to fill its void
with the musings of a Fool.



© Pagan Paul (26/06/19)
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neth jones Jun 2019
my untackled thoughts
quake miniature dramatics ;
cramming for the light
having fits for my attention

through each
I am irresponsibly born
and then hastily killed...
it is a wasteful process

from now on
I shall label them
as they surface
I shall call them Petty Mort
both a joke at their expense
and a simple dismissal

with this manner
I shall practice trimming them
from my chosen daily effort
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