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John McCafferty Jan 2020
Elements of choice
These things that shine
Blind head thoughts
and your energy source
to think a little deeper

Short term goals of golden fold
What motivates men more
than illusions of grandeur
The rock still gleams bright

Pave a path of purpose
Priorities stand still with remorse
Yet we lay in line
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Zywa Jan 2020
Anatomy is simple
there are billions of examples
of women like me

reproduction chambers
in a sturdy pelvis
bowels full of building blocks around it

That is the round core
of my body, my existence
Two mighty legs underneath

to get the food
and a thin superstructure
for support services

I'm used to it, I learned
to like it, that's the trick
of ***

The rest is also imagination
my ethics and my civilization
Together with you, I believe in it
Collection “Eyes lips chest and belly"
Radiated an aura of life,
Now I die again and again.
Valerie Dec 2019
There are many illusions.
The fear of not being reciprocal.
The doubt that it can work
. The fear that he will give up.
The confusion that it will leave in my heart.
And every night I'll sleep no more, from now on.
I wrote that before my first date. And yes, It was so terrible. I loved him, but he forgot me. Just the way I thought
Lyda M Sourne Dec 2019
The mind is a scary place sometimes
Don't let it win

It whispers of shortcomings and fear
Don't let it win

Illusions and nightmares abound
Don't let it win

From anxiety and depression, it thrives
Do not let it win

The mind is a tricky place
DO NOT LET IT WIN
When negativity hits you and you know it makes no sense, so you have to take back control and think positive. Don't let it win you over.
Carson Mia Dec 2019
Many do not trust death
They feel that they should hide
Many want to live-
and lock themselves inside

Life is like a game of chess-
You never know the outcome
But Death is like the brink of time-
It's something you can't run from

Therefore, my friend, I ask you this,
Before I say goodbye
Is death the one we cannot trust
Or is life really the lie
This was a school assignment and I had to write about Life and Death illusions so I don't actually feel this way!
Druga is illusion
A symbol or a membrane
A discus to be thrown
To observe the arc in sunshine.

She is not the ball
To be shotput through
She is not the goal
But a passage by the soul.

Sit, spread
Your arms wide as rainbow.
Wife, you have forgotten
The son is not your daughter.
What do thou focus on?

See also https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3353827/devi-2019/
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