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Love is a song
It has many twist and turns
And has many different genres
True loves a song that has no wrong

Whether slow or fast
Whether upbeat or classic
Love played before and still plays
And loves a song that's easy to grasp
Just something that popped into my head
Poetic T May 11
We are each a tool
     And used in unison
           We can build the stars.

But when used incorrectly
           We'll break before we
Can reach further than our grasp.
I grasp it
and discern it's gonna blow out
Yet I never bemoan the moment enduring it
For the smile, it sells upon me
is the remembrance that will never wilt.
Erian Apr 9
When I'm with you
My worries
My cares
My wounds
Blows away
Gone like a kite
With its string held
In your grasp
Osiria Melody Feb 23
Amazing how a text message conveying
Regarded as a few lines of dejection
Amazing how a photo of joviality,
Regarded as a—fallacy
Amazing how a video of life's best moments,
Ignites a fire of jealousy, a ring of volcanic
comments surging with scorching words

Amazing how my likes and comments strikes
another's conscience,
Belittling their importance since being popular
means everything
Having the most followers means being a valid
member of society
Amazing how the fame of being a social media
phenomenon is the best thing in the world,
Nothing could replace the missed connection that you and I share

Among the shared posts and counterfeit feelings of emojis,
We lose what it means to connect to one another
Rather than living in life's moments selflessly,
Everything is about me, me, me
Not you, 'cause my posts matter more for my

A missed connection of what reality means,
Above the ubiquitous screens emitting blue light,
Fill in all of these captured memories
Not through a glowing device, but through eyes of authenticity
Experiencing what it means to cross the bridge between an idealized world to mundane

A missed connection of what reality means
For once, put down that screen and live in reality with me

It's not very fun conversing with someone in-person when they're on their phone.
Seanathon Mar 17
Reach into the nothingness
With an outstretched arm Inquisitorial
And pull a star down from the sky
A scar from the skin
Or the sight from within a strangers eye
Look and see
All the potential within that unique life
The marring and falling
The look of a life lived once alive
Kasti Mar 14
I take everything for what it is and never try to change it.
I take everything for what it is and never try to change it.
I take everything for what it is and never try to change it.

      Just        keep      holding       my         hand,

                                                 In the coldest of nights,
and I’ll never try to change it.
Taking everything for what it is
will make me wanna change it
I forget that you won’t love me back.
But with everything for what it is,
I realize in the end
                                 it’s me,
                                              whose heart’s no longer intact.
Abstract reasoning (american boyfriend inspired)
Badshah Khan Mar 11
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 67

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

I don't probe the divine nature of eternal love!
The sincere desire what I naturally have for You,
I' inborn with Your passionate fondness,
To willingly embrace You my Beloved.

Nor my gentle heart is void!
Nor satisfactorily complete!
Nor it wantonly breaks!
Nor it inevitably perishes!

You the one Oh my Treasured!
Your eternal love eagerly grasps,
My gentle heart and properly advise
Me, ow to sincerely love!

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

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Badshah Khan Feb 9
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 22

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Willingly I ummah thurab, as passionate lover of my Beloved,

And as a wanderer (Faqeer) , by willingly’ I defame myself with my own will,

Without proper care about this ideal world or eternal fame,

Oh my social fellowship don’t try to think wistfully or sense.

To defame my noble dignity, as you may, don’t grasp my fierce rage.

I myself daunted and scared about my inner rage, Kindly do not disturb,

My wanderer path pleasantly let me be myself,

In the moral sense of my willingly lost,

And let me drown in my Beloved love forever!

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

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
A taste of honey on
her lips I placed my
hands upon her
She took my breath
with the passion of
her kiss
Felt Heaven was now within my grasp for
true love I'd found at
First kiss with Helen took my breath away felt Heaven
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