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Lake Oct 2019
i walked down an empty road
it felt so free and open
i wondered why no one took it
but then the pavements were crooked
and i could see the flickering lights
turning the dust into a glimmering sight
i walked halfway only to realize something
that all these paths, they led to nothing
and i'm not the first to notice it
for all intents and purposes, there were red flags
i just didn't want to be dead last
Malia Sep 2019
There is a lightbulb
In my brain
That is cracked
Not working
And is barely not shattering.

There is an idea factory
In my brain
That is shut down
Rusted
And barely standing up.

I am out of ideas
My brain is not working
My mind has become catatonic.

My ideas have called sick
My good words have taken a day off
And my rhyme quit its job.

My rythym is on vacation
My inspiration failed the interview,
And my structure decided to collapse.

I don’t know what to write
So I write nothing
Unless nothing turns into something
And my sick tree bears fruit.
Because I wanted to write, but had nothing in mind.
Matthew Aug 2019
How can we say that we care of life,
if the purest of "good" dictates that the young's blood must spill.
Tony Tweedy Aug 2019
I write poems to chase rotting ghosts from my soul.
To clear thoughts, voice ideas and to make myself whole.

I'm not here to write classics or tell of epic events.
Just to gather thoughts, clear my head and hope to make sense.

I read what you write and hear your point of view.
I learn from your lessons and I search what is true.

If just one word in return that I write should make you reflect.
I am honored you found some meaning and reason to connect.
Sometimes I read and hear the echoes of myself.... sometimes you just say it better than I could hope to.
Hussein Dekmak Aug 2019
Plant a tree,
Water a flower,
Preserve nature.
Have a purpose!

Feed a bird,
Cuddle a pet,
Be humane to animals.
Have a purpose!

Save a life,
Nurture an orphan,
Stand up with the oppressed.
Have a purpose!

Count your blessings,
Recite your prayers,
Contemplate the universe.
Have a purpose!

Nurture your mind with ideas,
Fill your heart with the wine of love,
Dress your soul with the garment of kindness.
Have a purpose!

Hussein Dekmak
Sam Wickstrom Aug 2019
The lies go hand in hand
Minds break like mountains to sand
I'm breathing deep while wishing on a star
Freedom and truth set a burning in my heart
Healing hope from a feeling of life
Remember the essence don't try
Beauty in sight and strength
Tired of playing whack-a-mole
Looking for solutions on a global scale
Will determination prevail?
I fight on the side of the light
While restlessness questions my might
And all the fatigue of an endless night
We used to dream of bigger hearts
Now we dream of running away
If only it could be said clearly
Then more could share the burden
And that suffering would be light
Lies keep streaming live
Keep singing we'll be alright
Poppin bottles, cheers to steady decline
Where is the essential honor to it all
I seek that non shall fall
Yet nature gives not a ****
Let dissociation continue as if deception is not evil
Allow the epic to be forgotten as if there is no good
I ride along in indifference, music playing to set a tone
A tone of eternity and an acceptance of death
Go ahead call me crazy, but I might look into your soul
And find an amusing coincidence, too which you'd have no control
I fly through life like an eagle, seeing it all
Yet confined to repetitions
What is it all anyways?
So I invest in knowledge and relationships
and let the day go on
دema flutter Jul 2019
my mind has declared
war against me as it  
wanders to places
and times
that make me unable
to sleep before daylight
enters the premise,
and as long as the
thoughts triggered
won’t make a peace
investment in me,
i am forever
incarcerated.
The uniVerse Mar 2017
Shine forth ancient one
for I too am your son
your vessel of choice
use me as your voice  
through written word
to eyes unseen
and ears unheard.

The language of love
is an unspoken truth
all writing that was
forms a mental noose
around the neck
of our ideas
that seems to break
unanswered prayers.

Allow me to write
on your behalf
that you may restore sight
with the words I craft
and let yours be the light
that illuminates my path.
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