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Özcan Sh Dec 2019
Her voice was like water
It extinguishes my inner fire.
Arya Dec 2019
A mother is a failure in mathematics.

The child gives only half

she gives double .
Couldn't help but share it
Arya singh Dec 2019
Abiding to those lost memories
Have always been I
Weeping all through the agonies
Till my mind,
Find hope with the setting sun.
Nothing could pacify the soul lost in the battle to self.
Shreya K Dec 2019
What if i drain out of all the blood the feelings will drain out too.
The blood the feelings the vibes the thoughts all would be renewed.
Would if be so bad to turn all this sorrow.
Would it be so sad to rage it all out.
Would it be a fault to feel the inside on the outside.
Wont it be better if its all on me rather than on you.
Even if i m screaming you wouldn't be able to hear me.
No its not that you are oblivious.
It's just that i a little mysterious.
I can be dying on the inside.
Harming myself on the outside.
But u wouldnt know coz it will be all in good hide.
O friend! A friend, truly, are you
To have noticed my iron legs,
And not the rotten part; the host of flies.
How pleasant was the fragrance
Which you thought to be that of buoyance?

O friend! A friend, truly, are you
To have noticed my tears in the rain.
Ah! You did not see at all,
For my tears was the rain.

O friend! A friend, truly, are you
To neglect my presence before came the sun:
When I was trying to kindle my candle,
But comprehend my presence when the sun rose.

O friend! Was it the scars on my shadow you saw
Or the shadows of my scar?
Whichever, both were mine.
Or did you not see at all?
A friend, truly, are you then.

By Abdulmalik Jibril
They said every sun that set will surely raise,
And in-between is but time.
What if I rest and never raise,
But you awoke to the sunshine,
Will you bring me the sun where I lie?
Will you hug yourself to comfort me with your smile?

If tomorrow comes, o friend
And you awoke before I do,
Will you wake me up
And give me from your meal?
Will you be my friend still
Or you will unveil what I feel to be real?
If it rains on your farm before mine,
Dear friend, do not forget
That we first watered the soil with our sweat
And through the thick and thin of life,
We dared nature with a smile.

Tell me, o friend. Tell me.
If things never get right and fine,
Will you still be by my side?

By Abdulmalik Jibril
John Ben Dec 2019
She made me a poet.

thanks to the crush i met
i took her as an idol to pet
she got every reason to love
so i made myself a rag
to adore who was not mine
and i became a poet

we met in a club night
on her dress tight
that looked beautiful at sight
she made a night promise
and i failed to notice
that her intention was never to love
she played with my feeling
and i became a poet.

i wrote her lines to read
wasted words of good breed
the massage was sent,
but never reached her ears
so i sent my feeling again
hoping one day she'll find time to hear
i'm left lame and insane too
though i still give thanks
she made me a poet.
Sometimes loving someone you cant have is the best fun of life.
Me Dec 2019
I've found
that wite out is very helpful

But I've also found
that wite out only erases

certain mistakes
Joshua Penrod Dec 2019
Don't tolerate anyone
Who is too blind to recognize
Your true value

-JP
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