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Isabella Mar 2020
I sit, my mind empty.
My thoughts flew away.
Carried with the wind,
And forced me to stay.

On an adventure.
Leaving me behind.
Past the mountains, through the seas,
To see what they can find.

Taking inspiration.
Soaring with it, fast.
Bringing me ideas,
Tight within its grasp.

But for now, I wait.
While my thoughts fly free.
Waiting for the ideas,
They will bring to me.
Danté Le Beau Mar 2020
When it flows- let it rush,
Resistance of the mind is futile,
No matter how hard we push,
And one should know that such is juvenile,
So let it be, to let one see,
And let thought be free,
It is how we- the form taken royally,
Will truly know what's inside,
When one knows- there is nothing to hide
neth jones Mar 2020
night expands darker
ideas flooding us foolish
an invasive ink
anti haiku
EP Robles Mar 2020
"AND what of me?" asked fear.

"I have no thing that hugs nor kisses or desires me."

Compassion stared then gently replied.

"But you are not real therefore of no concern.
When this is realized then shall you be set free."

:: NO FEAR ::
Unpolished Ink Feb 2020
The world is insane

It was always so

Now we know about it

We infect each other

With our instant madness

Clever children found the matches

We can all watch the burning!
A little learning is a dangerous thing! Are we mature enough as a species to handle the flood of ideas the internet gives us!
Hussein Dekmak Feb 2020
A kind little chat can:
Save someone’s life,
Plant a smile on their face,
Brighten their day,
Show them the way,
Soothe their pain,
Erase malicious ideas,
Consume their thoughts with inspiration,
Color them with aspirations,
Draw their soul toward a great purpose,
Unleash creativity,
Discover hidden treasures,
Caress their heart with kindness,
Awaken their soul to the call of humanity,
And open their senses to the whisper of love!

Hussein Dekmak
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ellie Feb 2020
Like fireflies, they dance
around my head, teasing,
promising resolution.

I can't catch them,
too quick for my heavy hands.

Movement on my fingertips,
but the light dims just as fast.

Frustration closes my eyes.
Defeat sweeps my mind clean.

...

My eyes snap open,
The light blinding,
and finally,
pen can meet paper.
27.1.2020
Inspired by Ted Hughes' 'Thought Fox'
Nigdaw Feb 2020
my muse teases me
with the faintest of smiles
then is gone
unrequited love
leaving a sweet taste
of what could
if only be

torturing my mind with ideas
fantasies
when put on paper
turn to epitaphs
where another train of thought
has died

I have to coax
bring out of the shadows
the beauty she has
for me
that I may write enlightened
set free
JGLutes Jan 2020
stash in your pocket
keep it for years
don’t dance with your girlfriend
no need for the beer

catapult matches
he’s not short on the charm
over the top
as he hangs from her arm

look at your friend group
who’s fooling who
shadows will follow
as long as there’s food

measurements carry
the very same weight
alone at the top
no time to wait

around and around
cant carry me home
imagine the world
without your own phone.

J.G.Lutes
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