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Maria Dash Feb 21
Isn’t it funny how the earth rotates
But there she is, standing still

A different city, every thing is strange,
But there, she is free

Oh but is it pretty, is it colder, does it feel like home?

Will you come back? Do you miss the place you’ve always known?
Kimi Feb 20
to say i love him is an understatement.

to say he is my other half is just not enough.

there are no words to describe the need for him in my life.

day and night.
ocean and shore.

without him, i am not me.
Ainnoot Jun 2019
She doesn’t want to be loved, just wants to be felt.
She wants a full feeling, not something fulfilling
Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 28

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

In cruel atmosphere, I bloomed with pristine purity,

With gentle and soft, I was sincere to the social beings,

But beings use Me for their own purpose,

And trash me as litter once it’s been adequately fulfilled,

As my Beloved (earth) given life and when I rest peacefully,

She Grasped me and knowingly allow to successful revival,

Once again to bloom in this cruel unkind world!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Isaac Oct 2018
You could die today or tomorrow.
The chance is real no matter the sorrow.
Have you given out to the point of peace,
Knowing very well your own life will cease?
Your eyes that read and ears that listen
Will one day have fulfilled their mission.
But you don't know that hour or time.
All you know is that you cannot rewind.
The freedom is in what you say and do
Inside this moment that forever is new.
Your breath is running out, so don't be shy.
Love people, for that is what never runs dry.
Written 31 October 2018
Dee Oct 2018
I would wait years in isolation
for a chance
at life
with you
Because you are enough to last me five lifetimes
You are more than enough
Daniel Ruiz Jun 2018
No longer blank pages
Roam this land of yours,
They have become a story
Something to behold
Something to look up to,
They’ll be seen in books,
About how much they express,
And the future will feel,
What I felt when I wrote them.

Fulfilled pages,
Complete to the grim,
Expressive of what I felt,

Pages that no longer hold,
What I was once.

They are no longer
Just blank pages,
They are more than that now.

they’ve fulfilled
The reason they were made for.
The opposite of of me, A fulfilled person
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