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ʜAᴋAɱ May 15
I been helping,
⠀⠀⠀⠀them.
This time its,
⠀⠀⠀⠀not my fault'
So if there a day,
⠀⠀⠀⠀its gone.

Alive or dead..

My life and day had,
⠀⠀⠀⠀been suffering
u'll find me hangging,
⠀⠀⠀⠀in this land
Rotten peace of world,
⠀⠀⠀⠀can't be true
Did I make, a mistake?
Even they point at me,
⠀⠀⠀⠀its still wrong
Right now I dont know,
⠀⠀⠀⠀who should I trust.

Not even my family,
⠀⠀⠀⠀friends
One person,
⠀⠀⠀⠀ want me gone
That day we meet and,
⠀⠀⠀⠀wreak my life..

Awful to feel betrayal,
⠀⠀⠀⠀face to face.

So then if your reading,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ this
U'll be next to die,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ beside me
Im waiting for that,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ day to come
Can you see its already,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ beside you
Its, opportunity for me
Death is looking at,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ your soul
Eager to meet you,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ to other side..

Hell had gone, down
Earn for heaven, land
Like the day, I meet you
Price of love that been,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ broken apart.

My life is, meaning less
Enjoy, to see you run!
Clue,less seeing you to find that.. :)
Lee Aaun Mar 10
when you will seek peace
and you will find it in your pieces,
it's the real peace
peace is in your pieces
If you could get inside my mind,
Youd look for something deep, dark, and dangerous
But I,
I would just look for hope
rig Feb 24
if i could push
the boundaries
of these neat walls,
what would i find?
Creative vibes bounce all around
Just catch them while you play
Or when you work
Or during sleep
Catch hundreds every day

Then use the very best you find
You only need a few
So choose the best
Just leave the rest
And thank the muses too

Creative vibes don’t live in us
They’re zipping all around
Just harmonize
Use “inner eyes”
Creative vibes abound

You may not always see them there
But if you look you’ll find
Success will grow
You’ll surely know
The grand creative mind
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Creativity is fun!  In this poem I describe Creative Ideas as being outside of us.  We have to catch them.  You might "run into" more of them in a new location or even out on a walk.  This is how I experience it.

YOU can increase your creativity and thus your enjoyment of each day.  We all love to be engaged, and creativity and engagement go hand in hand.  And, creative vibes help create more value for people.

So, creativity is directly related to prosperity.
I managed to find the beauty, buried beneath your pain; your little bit of sunshine, life had buried; though its possession you retained.
It was a good find, now we can both search for mine.
When threads of someone's life have been tightly woven together with yours for so long
You will find that it is impossible to unravel them without at least one's world falling apart
It is even more difficult when they already unraveled once before and you painstaking braided them back together little by little only to have all your hard work be for nothing
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
The moon hanging above is the only one who knows my pain
Listen to laughter in my mind until I go insane
Please do not let the stress consume me in a single bite
Listening to negative voice that raises almost every night
And the moon offers subtle comfort when demons emerge to play
Take a small step forward
Two back the next day
Is it my blood or am I simply too weak?
Won’t give up on looking for the answers that I seek
The world will not make it easy but I have faith I will pull through
And hopefully find happiness hidden inside too
And if I don’t we’ll at least I gave it my best effort
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
Plenty of people
Pour their opinions on me
Find pressure pointless
The majority actually
𝐀𝖓𝖓𝖆 Dec 2020
My mind, which is certainly something much bigger, a labyrinth, a nest of one hundred baby birds that live together and try to expand their own, an ocean in which several navigators have tried to explore with their canoes, boats and ships, a storm in which no captain would dare to enter and a war in which no soldier would set foot. But it's also an open field on a sunny day, it's beach sand after rain, and certainly a flower petal in a blooming garden.

My body, which floats and falls into, inside of it, the void we all made. The hole we digged, without freeing our own minds.

My soul, which is lost.
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