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Are you blind? Can you not see?
I do this **** without a thought
I do this **** so effort
Less - ly
Like an old man
sittin in his rockin chair
Sippin on some green - tea
Like I'm speedin down
The highway just free to be - me

Can you not see? Writings like an ***** and it functions like a heart - beat
Boom boom - strap your ***** in and find a comfy *** - seat
Boom boom - my writings all be formin when I'm walkin down the **** street
Boom boom -  Ima be lol'in as my fans line up - boom boom - for a meet n greet.

Do you finally - see?
Its like a mean grean hulkish transformation Ima straight beast.
I be smashing competition like
Michael Jordan - its a straight feast.
Hulk smash! Its a fine treat.
I be swishing all my buckets as they
All be kissin my - feet

It all comes without a thought and
Comes very natural- ly
like a virus - coursing through my veins like a musical dis - sease
Ima sneeze... Achoo!
And pass it onto others - as much as I - please. ***** freeze!
Ima infect the world with my
Musical. - ******

Now that I've laid my piece
While sippin on some green tea
While ridin so free
I hope you finally - see -
Ima straight beast.
Peace!

😂
I've heard alot of people say I write with a style that sounds like it could be music. So I took that idea and ran with it. This was more of a just-for-fun type of thing more than anything. I like it at least. I read it as rap 😁.
Small, weightless forms
Yet striking with such force
Be it blood, rain or something else
Little drops carry so much

So much meaning, the small drops
Be it us, be it the world
The droplets of this earth
They are what makes it work

They're the substance of it all
Little bricks that build our reality
For us to be whoever we want
Or anything, in actuality

It's all those small details
That bring us closer
For at the core of our souls
We are just many, many droplets.
A simple poem i wrote trying to break free of a creative block for something else ^^' it's my first time writing a poem and i hope i can get better over time
Megha Thakur Sep 26
My life train is passing through,
Many stations.
I don't know what exactly but they have some kind,
Of temptation.
May be one of them is,
My destination.
Regarding my feelings I really have,
No explanations.
-Megha Thakur
Annabelle Aug 19
I've seen you smile with pain in your heart
Watched you fall,
Crash to the bottom
And crawl your way back to the top
You're stronger than you think
Every day is a new beginning,
A new page, a clean slate
A chance begin anew, start afresh,
To get it right
I want you to taste life like it's new
Let the sun remind you
That life is beautiful every day
Let the rainbow bring colours of laughter to you
Embrace the gift of life
Cherish the blessings that guides you
And may you only know
Hope that makes you dream
Failure that brings you success,
Success that brings you joy
Friends that makes you laugh
Passion that makes you live
And love that makes you love more.
holly Jun 2019
someday.
you will find someone
whose words
form a bandage
which seamlessly
mends your wounds.
someday.
you will no longer
need to fight
in order to
recieve love.
someday.
you will lose yourself
in the eyes of your lover
but in the midst
you will find who you are.
someday.
you will lose sleep
not because you feel hurt,
but because you feel whole.
someday.
you will find your someone.
you will bask in their warmth.
& hold tight to their hands.
& I pray to god you will never let go.
someday.
maybe not today.
but someday.
holly Jun 2019
you.
you became
from the 1,999,999.
so despite what it may seem—
you are a rarity,
a true force of nature.
out of 1,999,999
you were the one which
remained:
the one who overcame.
your emergence itself was a miracle—
so how could your existence now be any less?
on average, women are born with around 2 million eggs. so truly, it is a miracle to have been the one which was chosen :)
holly Jun 2019
I remember the moment
I knew they were watching—
the moment they became of thin air.

but who were they?
our mothers?
our sisters?
our friends?
could they be everything
wrapped up in one?

so from that moment forward
I lived in a fear
of them staring & spying—
judging every last move.

will they always be watching?
god, please say they won’t.
holly Jun 2019
my body is sanctuary—
my body is built of stone.
my body is always with me—
why im never alone.
and while it may be
a part of me,
this place is not my home.
this structure of bone and
mysterious matter is truly nothing
but a place to house my mindless chatter.
the rest is but dust,
taking up space to prove I exist—
to show i am more than my madness.
I am a heartbeat,
a brain wave,
a breath.
I am a sister,
a daughter,
a friend.
but I live in a body that
is not my own—
this is not my home and
therefore I may roam.
the newbie failure complex(ity)

the poems come torrentially,
hurricane, waterfall & tornado are working adjectives
worthy of the task, yet unequal to the unlimited army
of the written dead of unread poems and poets
that occupy the nether of blog, podcast, and poetry sites,
orphan stars in the un-salvaged junkyard galaxy of verbiage

a faceless wight, once alive, now permanently dead,
we shuffle march, chanting each our own newbie poem,
onward soldiers to ignominy and glory so fleeting,
we are forgot before we are remembered

this is life in poetry,
or better yet,
the worst of it, (sigh)
this is the poetry of lives


all for nought,
nought for all,
at least we pass our prison time
in the company of fellow strugglers
poem #1
sophia velasco Sep 2018
Feelings spilled on the moonlit paper
Heart on her sleeve holding it tighter
Pitter patter of heartbeats
Her favorite sound in her playlist

Wide awake under the blue ceiling
Another night with overflowing feelings
It's time to create artwork in silence
Where everything seems to make sense

Bleeding pen on her hand and memories in head
She’ll write before her feelings gradually fade
She's a fighter just to win her life
A believer of "Maybe soon everything will be fine"
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