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Do not write and hide what's not or what is right.
For when left hidden in the night-
The day will expose it bright!
They call it unconditional love
When I have no reason
Either in carving your name on bench
Or listening to the artist singing in French!
imaginary love
Unpolished Ink Aug 2020
Cool fragrant Lilly
Monet's sweet floating flower
Hides much deeper roots
We all have a hidden side
Martin Mikelberg Feb 2020
chi, hidden entity
I use "chi" to heal my body and my soul every  day when I sleep.
Martin Mikelberg Feb 2020
church, hidden energy
Is there hidden energy in your church?
ALL-ALONE Aug 2020
YOU
This is a story I didn’t mean to write
This is a group of words which I’m not even certain if concise.
Majority of my thoughts are overthinking
but a large part defines my what ifs.
It is your pain and sadness that keeps me awake
It is your tears unknown to me that makes me weak.
Maybe I am so used to darkness that I see you as the light always.
Talking to you is not something I want to be a habit
Mainly because you are someone I will always miss.
Why do you have to be so sweet and make me care for my health,
Just meeting you makes it fine to meet my end.
Here is the thing, you are fond of wheats,
Care to explain about its calories?
I am wondering what I lost in meeting you
Because you said that in attaining something,
you must give up another of equal value.
Alicia Moore Aug 2020
The killer inside is curiosity;
past secrets kept hidden by
carrying out a procedure
decried by the own mind.

The killer inside is curiosity;
one digs to find the truth,
but only joins such secrets
six feet under rubble and twigs.

The killer inside is curiosity;
do not paw at the depths,
withdraw immediately—
For curiosity killed the cat,
and many beings after that.
Ruheen Aug 2020
Everyone has scars they want to protect.
Even though scars aren't secrets.
They can be seen.

But because everyone can see them,
They'll want to know
The story
Behind your scars,
Which are secrets.

One is questioned,
The other is unknown.

So which is the secret?

The story?

Or the scar?

Which would we rather hide?
....
Lulu Sarmiento Aug 2020
Do you think you can handle me?
I can’t even handle myself.
Oh dearie me!
What a shame!
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