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Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2020
Let me repeat
Something
You already know
In case
No one has told you
Today
Here it is

Good morning
You are beautiful
Have a better tomorrow
Stay blessed
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: In Silence
every heart stops beating
not every man's worth meeting
I can see by the cheesy greeting
this conversation's not worth completing
we could be great, but it would be fleeting
in the end, you'll end up cheating
and it'll be this number you're handing me, that I'll be deleting
The open way is coming
Try to tie
Your love with your family
Call your parents
Ask in truly

Phone your sons
Greeting your daughters
Make a beautiful kiss
Flaying over clouds
Chattering the fear
Improving our tie

That is a way
In addition to obey
Our Gods who can forgive
The faults and can give
Happiness clouds that will save
Our plants of life
the love and makes good tie will overlap any harm.love and tie with your family
Wayne Wysocki Dec 2019
I don't mean to anger or jar you,
But you've hit on a pet peeve of mine;
To answer your question, "How are you?",
I'm required to say, "I'm just fine".
Copyright © 2019 Wayne Wysocki
Ken Pepiton Nov 2019
Is this not prayer?
is this tool not the tool I hoped for? The pen
filled by the ever-flowing flowery ink
that re-news old knowns
left to ripen under bald and hoary heads
in stoney hearts softened by seventy years worth
of salty tears
and sad songs

"great was the number of them,
wombed ones all, who sang of the victory to be"

Miriam and Hannah, Deborah and Jael, who
retold those tales by the rivers of Babylon?

And who fueled the furnace seven times hotter,
to signal the unbelivable fourth.
being likend unto the son of god, though the
analogy seems
lacking evidence that the likeness can be reproved.
Look again.

This magi-tech converged from all the poetic,
pathetic
ethos of logo marks making proper
ification of a rythm's
un legit singin' in public,
on the corner, wit' Willie and the po'boys
beat me daddy six t' the bar---
Oh
--- those ethnic poundings on my skull,
--- send those feelings, urging, grow grow grow
--- 'til the roofs cain't hold hope in

then

hear come them ol' time thought cops,
wee gray dominees preparing dominoes for

one reason,
dominos are never stood to stand, but to fall

touching one, touching one, touching one

whisper, rest
the waiting is over, this is the time
to start all over.
A traditional hermit's prayer found
scratched on the inner edge of my skull when I had my wisdom teeth replaced so I could chew the meat of the gospel dried to stone.
Belive, beliv and believe are ligit by right, but not same same, don't blame me.
kainat rasheed Nov 2019
The light that is shining through my window
That darkness that is getting into every vein of my body

The water that is washing  my face
That water that is drowning me so far inside

The flower that is sprouting in every color
That color that is inside me is scattering somewhere

The breeze that just crossing me now
That  is  Getting heavy on my every breath

The man who is just passing by me
that idea that I'm not letting go of it anymore

The first word that my tongue is saying out now
That last words that  I'm writing  here

The greeting for which I was just giving my hand
That distance that  I am now  keeping from all of them
hi !
after  so long :))
Acina Joy Sep 2019
I open the door.

It creaks open,
and my fingers tremble at the ****.
Beyond the small window,
and the pounding of my heart.

We are close enough,
and my words are lodged up somewhere-
everywhere-
all at once!

I want to say hello, for you to smile my way.
The yearning in my heart grows stronger,
but aren't we just friends? Can't I just say it?

So why, why, why,
is my body frozen to the door?
To the side?
As you pass by?

I need to move somehow,
just a little bit, *please
.

But you open another door.

And it closes.
I just wanted to say hello, yet your back only said goodbye.
Wyatt Aug 2018
“Hi!” and “How are you?”
are both known as greetings,
yet they feel so different to me.
How I wish these greetings
meant more than they mean.
About a million of my “Hi’s”
equal one “How are you”,
yet I would lie even if it changed.
TeeCrush Mar 2018
With every day that passes us by,
You become lovelier to my eyes.
You are more beautiful than you were yesterday,
and like each and every day,
you will always take my breath away!
Your brilliance makes the sun seem small
because truthfully,
you are my sun,
you are my all.
I wish we shared the same bed,
so that we may wait for the sun to rise
and tell the beloved moon our goodbyes
And only that way,
I could wake up to you everyday,
only to remind you that you are the girl my heart is adoring,
and all before the sun’s first ray,
I could kiss you and wish you good morning!
I sent this to a girl and she left me on seen.
Caleb Luke Feb 2018
To my gentle eyed girl,

When it comes the time to draw your blade,
I swear not to blink,
And not to blame.
I will drive alone like it were in the beginning,
I will remember to greet you
Just as the living.
this lays open to interpretation, whether it literal or not.
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