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๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜๐—ผ
๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป
๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ
๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ
๐—ฑ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐—ฟ
๐—ผ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐˜„
๐—ป
๐—บ๐—ฒ.
๐˜ˆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ: ๐˜๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ.
Hussein Dekmak Dec 2020
Astonish the world with humanity.
Amaze it with acts of kindness.
Stun it with creativity.
Shake it with exceptional ideas.
Bewilder it with compassion.
Astound it with forgiveness.
Reveal to it the best of being.
Surprise it with a soft heart.
Impress it with generosity.
Light it up with optimism.
Guard it against abuse and injustices.

Hussein Dekmak
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not sure if you want me
or want just *** with me.

or perhaps it's the idea of me
and the idea of *** with me.

the false narrative walls
have me cooped up inside myself
which is where you want to be.

but, is that where I want you to be?
answer me.
Juno Oct 2020
the scratch of a pen as it glides across the paper,
ink pooling in the words.
a stain on fingers here and there,
rustling pages full of thoughts.
sunlight filters in through curtains,
settling on the pages like snow on the ground.
ink bleeds through to the blank side of the paper but the pen keeps writing, regardless.
kind of ironic to write this on a screen.
Anais Vionet Oct 2020
On cool, starry, fall, indigo-blue night walks, itโ€™s so beautiful that itโ€™s hard to believe weโ€™re mid-catastrophe.

That sunrise will dawn on countrymen whose heavy burdens our national leaders wonโ€™t even publicly discuss much less address.

File hope under other names - we need changes and new leadership - hey, you adults - can we please just try a government of concerned professionals?
From what I've read, if the adults don't scientifically address this virus (like adults) it will just keep circling throughout the population and we'll NEVER get back on track.
Nikita Oct 2020
Pull me
Push me
Force me
And trap me

Build me
Create me
Destroy me
Lie to me

Wrap me
Seal me
Deliver me
And ship me

No matter how much
You try

No matter how much
It hurts

I will escape
Categories, labels and boxes. Donโ€™t stifle who I am. I am not a women to be silenced.
Call it Quicksilver-
something I hold to,
leave and return to,
lose in dark leaves;
never quite keeping,
thoughts flit, and are fleeting,
covered with sheaves.
Sleep, and its missing,
ne'er to return;
Hold! Feel its kissing,
overtake with its burn-
late to my tongue,
but one part of the sum,
sifted like rays in the afternoon sun.
Call it Quicksilver-
that thing dreamt at mid-day;
call for it, longing-
but its gone;
slipped away.
Norman Crane Sep 2020
ism
an idea blows
across a global garden
cities shake like leaves
Blind Pathos Sep 2020
Van Goghโ€™s ear sings tales all night
Soulful moaning over mindโ€™s eye sight

Antagonize the heart and turn the eye
A visitor to the heart or passing by

From this spring that we all drink
What whispers all the thoughts we think

Lunatic genius with eyes turned in
Tell me where my mind has been

A freighting tether is shelter and cage
Where the writerโ€™s pen touches page

Inkโ€™s fossil trail bleeding from my pen
A history of where my heart has been

To go and not say in doing so
Beyond this point no words can go

With feet of clay and hand to chalk
Iโ€™ve come to hear Van Goghโ€™s ear talk
There is a moment just before an idea, it's origin. The magic of the written word is a spark that comes before the writing, up stream, unknown, untamed, shear new. I would follow the path to the origin and bring back great treasures. I have been lost many times, but what else is there to do?
Norman Crane Sep 2020
black lives matter so
black lies matter so
dive in deep waters to
die in deep waters to
be seven as the samurai
be seen as the samurai
your mind curved
your mind cured
starve and
stare and
carving your name in history make
caring your name in history make
the world: invert
the world: inert
an ideology to believe
an ideology to belie
The challenge here was to start with a line, then make the next line the same but for the subtraction of one letter (in this case, v) and follow the same pattern for the duration of the poem.
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