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John McCafferty May 2021
Shadows rise to confront the sun,
stationary swirls continue to twirl.
The grey of which is hardly seen,
within those fragments of duality.

Pearls found from darker nights,
gleam direct in this moonlight.
Black and white are convexed,
whilst time itself is condensed.

Golden opportunities appease
those who can view with clarity.
So step aside and think freely,
to see the repeated disconnect.
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FC Azaele May 2021
I am a memory
Once lived through, but now no more.
A memory,
that is what I am.
Like fragments of another;
The dust that floats around —
Had they suppressed me?
or mold them to what they are?
Perhaps they’ll leave a sigh at my door,
finding my faded scent...

I am simply nothing but a memory
Once lived through
But now..
No more
Spriha Kant Mar 2021
I wish to get out of the tutelary purlieu because I fear of turning into fragments on its spontaneous explosion by time factor.
Janani Arunkumar Jan 2021
Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Tell no lies of who I am.

Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Stop showing my fragmented self.
A broken me, is perhaps all there is to see.
How much pain
Can one take
Till the soul fragments
Into a million pieces
And you just
Stop existing.
Mariyam Ridha Nov 2020
The demons are after me,
Endeavouring to dwindle all my super powers
Enshrined in my soul.
But I,
I reconcile fragmented pinions
Powered with world of words, dreams,love and hope,
Now no malign souls,
Aren't after me,
As I have turned myself into a fire,
My pinions into a universe,
And my soul,
A rebel.
And I have became a girl with wings of fire
ardnaxela Oct 2020
You are never
clear with me
What it is you want.
I always have to guess.
Is this just a game to you?
Is my heart a play thing;
somewhere for you to make a mess?
maybe it's a dream
It's all made up
And I should wake up.

I want to
Give you
Of me.
But I gotta know
You want me
Gotta know you
Need me
Know that
You can complete me.

I'm ready to become
Whole again

tired of



tired of





Bits of my soul,
S h a t t e r e d by senselessness.

blacked in sin.

I need my peace back.
I don't like to ask
I hate to guess
I'm wondering -
Can you be that?
And if not, just say so.
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