She spend Million $
Thousand hours

I spend 1 min for editing

And,
The result is the same
Genre: Experimental
Theme: I think, you understand
Lyn-Purcell May 30
I will succeed. I will succeed.
Give me time, that's all
I need.
A personal mantra of mine...
Maybe
I'm looking for the perfect line
A word to define
The thing I want to say to you
The thing to make it all
Come True

Maybe
I'm trying to say
What it means to be this way
How we get lost in the issues
This stalemate of feelings
Misconstrued

Maybe
I try too hard everytime
Keeping the rhythm and the rhyme
Maybe the maybes become just eye-food
Maybe the poem is then
Just an Etude

Maybe
It's better just said
Straight off the Tongue, bypass the Head
Maybe then our rhyme could resume
Maybe then what will be, may be
Poetically true
In a loose sense ETUDE is a study of form as a practice of a skill - usually refers to a musical form but hey, it works for me.
On behalf of all,
A common denominator

3-2-1
Run

3-2-1
Run

3-2-1
Run

Diary of all Humans

What I did,
Ran

What I am doing
Running

What I will do
Run

You too, following
the same

Till,
The Heart stops running.
Theme: Human Race
Th-e-ink Well Feb 28
Life is better made making decisions rather than weighing consequence.
You give a try
Honesty got a way

If,
Decently, she stayed

Then,
Put her in your eyes

Now,
Close it

Only then,
She will never go away.
Genre: Love
Theme: When, small things matter. Customize your way.
Adam Robinson Jan 23
It hurts so good.
It hurts so bad.
Why leave me alone?
When you can just be mad.

I don't wanna wait.
I don't wanna stay.
Can't you hear me?
When I lie I just fade away.

Prom evening sighs.
Drugged night highs.
Bedroom prison lows.
Head asylum blows.

Maybe if I just slowed down?
Maybe if I just stopped?
I could be myself.
I could breathe again.
Let The Melody Shine
Jey Blu Jan 23
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
my sister lies in a hospital bed after a suicide attempt.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
yesterday i was at the mall while my sister was rushed to the er.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
she swallowed a bottle of pills yesterday to try to make the hurt go away.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
her heart rate went down too low.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
she needed me when i wasn't there.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
my nightmares have become a reality.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
she's not dead, but she isn't alive.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
the demons lurk in her eyes and i want them gone as much as she does.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
she looked so pale with the charcoal staining her tongue black.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
i sit here with a blade and consider breaking my promise.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
i continue to repeat these lines.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
maybe it's a mantra, but it feels like my last words.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
i want her back home.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
the desperation in my soul begins to surface.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
come home soon squish.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
otherwise i might join you in that hospital bed.
She's out of danger and healthy enough for now. But the mental hospital isn't home.
Blois Dec 2017
It was all clear. At least for now.
When you ceased to be a stranger
in this strange world of pipe dreams,
the act of repeating your name
changed from absurdity to mantra.
Heartwarming and sad,
the naivety of it all.
Monika Nov 2017
f collapse.s: the mantra
I am void.
I am void.
I am void.
I am nothing. Nothing. Nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing is destroyed.
You yourself collapse.tra
I am nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing is destroyed.
You yourself built, yourself collapse.estroyed.
You yourself built, yourself built, yourself collapse.ads.
Emptiness created. Nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing is destroyed.
You yourself built, yourself built, yourself built, yourself collapse.apse.othing is destroyed.
You yourself collapse.ng treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing is destroyed.
You yourself collapse.reads.
Emptiness created. Nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing is destroyed.
You yourself collapse..
I am empty. I am nothing. Nothing. Nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing is destroyed.
You you
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