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Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2020
Nonsense
Is nothing

At least
One needs
To have
Common sense
To understand
Genre:Experimental
Theme: Everyday Wisdom || In the backgeound of COVID-19
Note: Why to lockdown?
Douglas Balmain Apr 2020
Judgement is our prison:
     the bars, lock, and key.
As we build its walls higher,
     our perspective grows smaller
Until our confines of Measure
​     become all we can see.
Originally published at https://DouglasBalmain.com/notebook
Flynn Apr 2020
See
Some say sad eyes
which they surmise
must have arised
and been incised
by pain

Some say kind eyes
I prefer what this implies
Yet it still decries
What's inside
Yet again

I'm sure they may both be right...
But these are the eyes
I cannot disguise
These are the eyes
In which my soul is contained

So please don't see wise
To see them and apprise
me of my character, and theorise
on what underlies
For it is inane

If the judgement is a guise
and simply improvised
A means to advertise
interest or curiosity, replies
you can ascertain

if conversation you catalyse
conducive to exorcise
unjust judgements implied
by what you have spied (it wasn't just my eyes)
and arraigned...
I have been prejudged a lot before and it feels like everyone sees something different... I take issue with this culture.
Read the book not the cover
Flynn Apr 2020
This ****** organism
Flowing with Lyricism
Endowed with Witticism
Maybe lacking in rhythm...
But not in favouritism
Look under the skin
Why the schism
What is the division
Needless criticism

Wait... did I just become the villain?
Is there ever any need for judgemental comparison?
Yanamari Mar 2020
My heart beats against
The walls of my chest
My throat reaching upwards
My brainwaves spiking
My eyes focused on the
Aging golden ****
Locked or unlocked,
There was no difference
It existed
And that made all the difference
Mocked from behind
Closed doors
Questioned from inside
Opened walls and
Sitting submerged in
The darkness
Made from broken
Doors, walls and the
Soul of my being.

I don't ask you to
Do anything
Or say anything
Or hear anything
Just... let me be.
Let me see the value in
My doors and walls and
The soul of my being
Let me fortify them
Let me open, close and replace it.
Just let me
Please.
Over-dramatic, unknowing or weak;
Just let me be.
19/01/20
Mansi Mar 2020
Why do you deserve what you have
And more?

While the man outside begging
For his life
Deserves what he has
And nothing more
Rose Who Knows Mar 2020
You can't see behind the picture,
you can't hear all the noise.
Come on folks, don't judge a book by its cover. Pictures are often deceiving. Just like how you don't know what kind of person someone is just by looking at them.
John McCafferty Feb 2020
A concept of self
strengthens with wealth
The rules they do change
when our histories made
Is perception an image of taste

Where to begin when
the pendulum swings
For all of our sins
start from within
Can we see beyond
our own gates
Does right become
wrong on judgement day
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
mr moon man Feb 2020
He keeps finding them. Letters to the Moon full of his woes opened and replied to by an Unknown Responder. He hopes that this Unknown Responder will let his letter be by still writing to the Moon, But a part of him wants to keep this mystery around. To have someone listen to his worries and troubles without judgment makes his heartbeat play a song he hasn't heard in years. He signs his letter for tonight, he notices that it's addressed not to the Moon, but to his personal mystery. And there are only two words in that letter. "Thank You"
This poem is based on a unique relationship I have with this girl I met through a group chat my friends threw me into for laughs...after just a couple of weeks of talking, this girl knows me deeper than even my closest friends do...and we've never met IRL
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