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Paul Jones Jul 2017
I drift with the flow      that will carry me
a thousand miles far,     a thousand nearer.
12:00 - 02/07/17
State of mind: joy.

Thoughts: from thinking - If you listen very carefully and thoughtfully, directions can be found in everything... the choices we make; a yes or no to the emerging map of our existence, unfolding like the petals of a flower.

Questions: what direction is taken if given?
Paul Jones Jun 2017
There are some who walk      calmly through darkness
because they know how      to kindle a light.
00:00 - 23/06/17
State of mind - calm; thoughtful.

Thoughts: from thinking - about creativity and how amazing it is that human's can bring such wonders into this world.

Also from conversations - on talking about extroversion and introversion with my friend. I put it so introversion is like kindling a light in darkness and extroversion spreads that light. They are both instrumental and equally valuable qualities in a person.

Questions: can it be said that creativity is the instinct to create a nature of our own?

...Or is it that our nature creates us specifically as a creative tool of its own?
Àŧùl May 2017
I am a mental man,
The feelings are so true,
I am a genuine man,
Sentimental man.

I had cried like children,
In sheer repentance,
Repentance of exposing,
Exposing my love to him.

For he was less of a friend,
More of an obsessive flirt,
He enticed her and I lost,
I lost a lot of my sanity.

I am a motional man,
The gait is a slightly limpy,
I am a touchy man,
Emotional man.

I had pent up my tears,
The evening was blue,
Took a purple shade my ears,
Reasons to live were so few.

I was not possessive,
But just highly insecure,
Because leave me she may,
I don't want her to regret her choice.

For I had loved her,
More as a father,
And less like a lover,
A guilt that will stay forever.

Because it's her name,
Her name is tattooed,
Even in this thought,
And onto my heart.
My HP Poem #1559
©Atul Kaushal
Kaitlyn Rebecca May 2017
out of the billions of possibilities and endless amounts of ways to describe my affection for you, I could never string together a simple sentence of endearing words that could ever come close to conveying my message as fondly as i feel it.

out of the 3,500,000,000 men that are walking this earth, i could never imagine a life as fulfilling and heart warming as one i could have with solely, and only, you.

out of all of the places on this earth, all 57,308,738 square miles of land, the only place id like to be is laying next to you. I would follow you to the ends of the earth if it meant i could hold your hand in the process.

out of the 10,000,000 colors we can process, you out do the brightness of every single one imaginable. you are more vibrant than the sun's fiery colors, more mellow than the deepest ocean blues.

out of the billions and billions of textures we can touch, not one will ever come close to the euphoric feeling i get when your skin presses on mine. I tingle with every touch you give, even my skin crawls with excitement.

out of the trillions of smells detectable, not one can make me as happy as the smell of your cologne lingering on my clothes or the faint smell of your shampoo as you lay your head on my chest.

out of all of the thousands of tastes i have previously enjoyed, not one could possibly come close to the amount in which i crave the taste of you.

out of all the sounds in the world, out of all the things i wish to hear, your voice surpasses all else. It transcends the birds singing in the morning, and the sound of rain on a metal roof. It outdoes the sound of a fire burning and my favorite songs, it outdoes a cat's purr and the ocean's crash of waves. and of all the possibilities i'd wish to hear from you, "I love you" is really the only words i long for.
MARK RIORDAN Apr 2017
RUSSIA HAS A TERROR ATTACK
PUTIN FEELS THE STING
INNOCENT PEOPLES LIVES ARE LOST
MAYHEM IT DOSE BRING


NO COUNTRY IS IMMUNE
TO THE TERRORISTS GLOBAL REACH
WE MUST DEFEAT ISIS
PEACE WE MUST TEACH


THE TERRORISTS HAVE NO COMPASSION
FOR THE BEAUTY OF HUMAN LIFE
ALL THEY DO IS TERRORISE US ALL
AND CAUSE HEART ACHE AND STRIFE
NO COUNTRY IS OUT OF REACH FROM THE SCOURGE OF TERROR.
Àŧùl Dec 2016
She's a peahen,
I kindled the bird,
And me her peacock.
O she loved me crazily,
She stayed here till long,
Until she'd realised it,
That she could fly.
A tribute to The Beatles' song Norwegian Wood.

HP Poem #1305
©Atul Kaushal
Aarushi Vijay Sep 2016
It has never been this way.
Never has anything killed me for this long,
Never has anything drawn me closer to life,
Never has anything been killing me with a brutal knife.

And you say, it has been love all this while,
Oh, maybe!
Maybe, it was love all this while.
I am nothing
If not human in
My own right

I am not an angel
I cannot save
Every lost
Person
Who stumbles
Drunk into
My
Path


Though I may try

I won't read minds
Or keep
Promises
Or
Accomplish
the impossible

I too am lost
And so
Afraid
Putting people together
Like shards of broken glass
Cutting
Myself
On all
Of their edges


I'm sorry that I am not
Eternal
Or smooth
And that I break too

*But I am human
Please remember
That I too
'Shatter'
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