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Jana Pelzom May 22
They have no meaning,
Sometimes they rhyme.
They mean the same thing,
Though said in different times.
Sometimes the most awful things
Is not what stings,
It’s the pretty words
That don’t have meanings
that hurt the worst.
Words © 2020 Jana Pelzom
InkHarted May 17
a man wonders why
like a cage a single meaning is trapped
to a symbol of many faces
like moonshine being time for a romance
for it is also when the predators hunt,
a man wonders why like a fox the world is written
and like a rabbit we fall for its snares
people ignore to see our symbol of peace
murdering a wee lil worm,
how is it a prison is meant to keep things locked inside
when its actually keeping people out of our reach
how religion breaks war
and love fosters hate
why are we blinded like bats
and why are we deafer than snakes.
by showing forth even the poets blindness to his own usage of symbolism as he uses similes and metaphors to show there are no such things proves the theme of the poem as a paradox and self-contradictory piece
John McCove Apr 19
The famed recluse suddenly opens the shutter,
just to take a look at this world - stinking of bleach -
it’s better to have a sharp nose if you are blind.
If you cannot distinguish between the dark and the light,
your only crutch is filling up your stomach to gain some warmth -
at least in your belly.

That’s all a facade of life. Those who crack its invisible meaning though,
are sighted, they hit the target, even if they don’t really mean it so -
trigger-happy, without batting an eye, without thinking twice.
Blind ones touch anything smelling nice, always looking around
for some sense, in the end they are likely to choke though
with carbon monoxide.
gia sanchez Dec 2019
What's the meaning of life to you they ask?
The meaning of life to me is forgetting about the past.
Whatever mistakes you have made
Learn from them and let them fade.
Whatever you dream to do
do whatever it takes for it to come true.
For you are in control of your life
So take the wheel and go for a ride.
The only person who can criticize you is you,
so never let anyone come in between the things only you can do.
i sit in my bed wondering what the meaning of life is only to find out the meaning of life is what you make it, not anyone else, everyone has their own life and own purpose so use it to your advantage
Faizel Farzee Nov 2019
This letter I write to you with a heavy heart
Sometimes my emotions put my heart inbox,  mails it to my past,
As much as my mind want to move forwards
Like running on a treadmill backward
I'm not moving anywhere fast.

You carried my confidence like a handbag
Without you, I would be a bore
Sometimes I wish I could hunt that part me
Then realize we all carry our flaws

So I forgive us
For all our transgressional sin
The lying truths
With the untruth that it brings.

The heartache will leave scars deep within
I would never change this
I know we
Apart,  of me still loves you
My saddened tears says with a grin.

I hope that you happy
With this letter, I'm done
Now a match I put to it
Like a blazing history
My past alight I discard in the bin.
Sometimes we have put our feelings on pages
Burn them, it get of the minds mazes
Knowing you moving on from the past
Grieve has it's stages
Make yours not last long.
Fall Aug 2019
Amour et Vérité, mots singuliers, mais étant intrinsèquement pluriels

Cherchons le sens, l'origine, la profondeurs de nos chers mots

Non, non, non, je refuse de t'user car il n'y a point une fin pour toi

Langues, vaste tel l'eau que possède ces océans

Libre comme si elle glissait sur le bleuâtre gaz qui protège du photon courant

Rieurs des caprices de ses petits écrivains et poetes

Oh désolé , mais tes enfants sont morts

T'ennuie tu ma chère langue ?

Je suis désolé car le monde te refuse

Léchons les marmoneurs , mais refusons les mots qui cherche les artists

I hate " mumble rappers" self proclaiming themselves as artists. Sorry but you are not as long as you can pronounce words correctly.
Ahnaf Jun 2019
What do you say?
Should I keep trying my luck at the human condition?
I'm struggling to believe the human condition is for all of us;
Because of the way we humans are hardwired to think and judge,
and as a result, the way we have constructed meanings and standards in our societies,
many of us are left with an appalling serving of the human condition,
with little other than pain, misery, and humiliation on our plates

So what do you say?
Should I abandon the human condition and maybe seek more transcendental avenues of living?
(it's not as exciting as it sounds because I'm compelled to consider it)
Or, do you think the human condition can still accommodate for the joys of every one of us?
Cherry May 2019
Sometimes I would like writings  to remain untitled.
Because somehow  it’s  unfair that a  profound feeling explained in a whole paragraph that makes my miserable heart ache in an unreasonable way to be reduced in a one-single word.
Tommy Randell Mar 2019
Soil, Grass

Brick, Stone

Baby, Laugh

Blood, Bone

Glass, Blinds

Porch, Door

Drive, Car

Leaves, Chore

Phone, Children

Phone, Wife

Computer, Private

Terse, Life!
Kuvar Mar 2019
The mirror is a story
Of a body with smooth scars
So it appears on smooth glass

The mirror is a story
Of a mind to remind man
Of his thoughts unforeseen

The mirror is a story
Of an heart of darkness
And the give and take of kamar

The mirror is a story
Of beauty and ugliness
For those with eyes to see

The mirror is a story
Of our past and our now
And of those lies we lie  

The mirror is a story
Of those who dine
At the corner of lost glory

The mirror is a story
Of a skeletally written matter
With an opportunity to wear death

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