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And when I see YOU

And when I see YOU
I wish exquisite moment
Last forever
How dare I?
And the way I feel
How dare I?
And I see future in YOU
How dare I?
And I just don't quit
How dare I?

I have peace in mind
Thus, I dare
Genre: Observational
Theme: Reflections
mercy party Jan 1
in the pitch black water
standing not knowing which way the shore
it had to have been in summer
i don't remember being there before
but i know that it happened
the surrounding memories
who i was with, how i got back
it's not so clear to me

i wasn't the same since Florence
i hide and hope for the best
and i quickly down the rest

in the pitch black water
all i know is that i didn't drown

come dawn on Monday
i never knew you
Iz Dec 2018
You lent me your flesh
And I mistook it for
Love
But it was merely
Skin and blood
Bhawna Nov 2018
You know what
You don't have guts
To face me up

The more you ignore me
More you ll think of me

I thought you to be strong
But thanks
You proved me wrong
Ekuu Nov 2018
You can have a favourite political party
You can support it publicly
You can point out others mistakes.
You can state facts
You can ***** a joke on anyone of them.
But you have no rights to use your 'public figure' status to influence someone's mind.
You are playing all wrong.
You can outsmart/ outwit someone's thought here, but only here!
Being a public figure, you have the freedom to speak and write your thoughts and the bheed will follow you.
But from being an important person you have some unsaid responsibilities which clearly, many ignore.
You can state facts without portraying your filthy  brain Divisive Mindset on people who do not know how to counter question you.
So, basically you are being smart to those who aren't actually questioning you!
Which indirectly means you are weak... Very weak indeed.
My advice to you people is, start talking to the people who beg to differ from you and have the write wit and the words to question you.
So that even you can be sure of your lovely choices.
Thanks for reading this!
Bheed: crowd
b Jun 2018
theres a
blue jay out there
with a
key
for my
lock.

will it take
my guts for
treasure?
or see the slash
in my belly as
flaw.
hamartia.

would it take
me *****?
glitch personified,
i knock three times
at the door.
its cold and i
am ready
to die in your
arms again.
Dipti Dhakul Jun 2018
Me
I don't need their support if
I have got my own rules.
I have character most of which
others won't know,
I appreciate others more than ever,
I haven't thought of bad of any
even in my dreams,
I have being deep into darkness alone,
Now with that deepness, I can see clear,
I stayed true myself 'coz of
which I have the guts to be myself,
I have the courage to live myself,
& on this journey I have inspired
myself to be more..
Inspire self to be more.
Rambo Apr 2018
I don’t know that I trust myself
To keep my brains like a raw egg
When the time comes (when I’m supposed to know what to do)
And not to ***** my skull,
See my brains drip into the bowl,
Mix them up for a broken yolk,
And then pour them into the pan
So they can scram(ble.)

Sometimes I wonder
If I’ll have to salt them
or add any pepper
or just dig in.

Sometimes I hunger
To know everything
Sometimes I feel so engorged
I’d rather know nothing.

The worst part is not knowing
That the worst part is knowing.

I want to hate my own guts
But that’s--that's utterly nuts,
For it’s never the guts
Should be disdained—
It’s the yolk in my egg, or
The stuff in my brains in my head.
Mazen Edlibi Apr 2018
In hope I start my day!
Holding “Hope” with my spirit trying to find meaning to what I’m doing!

Breathes are counted!
Sleeps are restless!
Words became homeless!
Pain became meaningless!

And

Death became the Theme!
Pale colors are painted!
Brain in comma!
Guts is drained!
Love is Running away!

First Hours of hope had counted down!!
He holds a pen in one hand
His heart in another
The vessel of precious blood still beating
Dripping sweetly, carelessly on the weathered and worn parchment of his life
The stain a hypnotizing hue,
Slowly as surely the man puts forth his pen
And from the dribble of ink a word is formed
The word ,,, a ghastly form
The sorts of laughter in a funeral
The mighty mask of conscious preparation
Escapes him, no wit to be found,
And the world is his audience
Afraid and unaware
He strikes the word from meaning
No clever story to resolve the conflict
No victory toast no victor song,
The man once was held his heart
In hand
And all he wrote was FEAR
Drunk and trying my hand at intoxicated poetry, hope you enjoy,
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