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Sura Aug 2020
Maybe a little,
where one is dark, and one is light yet.
There they are.
the place where it meets the middle.

Where the sun dips down and kisses
the shadows,
and in the middle, there they are,
the colors,
the oranges, the pinks, the blues,
the reds,
until it’s a seamless line of completion.
Jammit Janet Jul 2020
#35
Sappy and happy,
My insides glow with emotion,

No flames on hold,
Roaring, soaring,
Competing,
With the Texas heat,

Temperatures rise,
Hearts accelerate,
Start to pound,

Palms sweat,
Pants wet,
Mouth dry,

Animal instinct,
Takeover,
As we collide,

In another dimension,
Of passion,
And prose,

That satiate our senses,
Down to our toes.
Khyati Jul 2020
Let's go for a walk
to
the
grave.
Just me and you!
A letter to my soul
Khyati Jul 2020
And they thought me was dead
scoffs
  But trust me people, I've never felt more alive!
Khyati Jul 2020
They call me beautiful,
For even my scars are beaded with jewels of pain!
They call me charming,
For  even my tears shed down like pearls, as in the monsoon rain!
And then they call it a day,
For even my words, rant like the late winter's hail!
Let's redefine the word "beautiful"
Whitavius Jul 2020
O Self! Why feel thus conflicted?
Hast thou such hypocricy
To consider thyself outside the predicted?
O thou ego of utter aristocracy...

O Self-righteous self in me
Blinded art thou so intense?
What extent thou can't see
Your anger makes no sense!

O my, my, my... EGO...
What makes it so different for you?
Accusations of attrosity, wrong and woe
Yet the very same thing, you yourself do!

An adaptable morality indeed
Ethics subject to personal need...
Follow me on Instagram @whitavius
Khyati Jul 2020
Your words smashed me, honey
I m shattered into pieces already
I warned you "handle me with care"
Yet you never listened,
And now my soul is beyond repair!
Khyati Jul 2020
i'll gulp all my sorrows
i'll sleep all my worries
i'll wipe all my tears
And wear that fake smile on.

oh! hey, guess what!
I got the "society's" membership now!
Vira Jun 2020
Without you, it is not the same
Food tastes stale, Moments seem pale
My eyes are searching Unbeknown
When I so surely know you won’t be shown
I imagine you coming along
Those days, they were like a song

Love so intense, could not have been expressed,
Realized it only when I missed
I was so lost in your eyes with no cares of time
Your beautiful light brown eyes peers into mine
As if you want to rip my Self apart and enter my soul
At that moment I feel we are united beyond the physical realm
As if your soul is descending upon mine
Two become one, Beyond the measures of space and time!
This is a tribute to someone with whom there was platonic love that could not have been expressed
Leila Valencia Jun 2020
There’s something so beautiful in not knowing tomorrow.

Tomorrow could be everything great, or it could be ——- endless despair —————-

It could be death.

But tomorrow could be endless dreams manifesting into actuality.

And all is well.........

But you don’t know what will be. But don’t worry - why worry - you don’t have that much control.

Just laugh when you can.
Cry if needed
And treat yourself with the upmost love.
Take life easily.
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