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Make The Bed

Today I made the bed
so it will invite me back in.

I cut the wood for winter,
stacked it against the house,

for Autumn will begin.

Today I listened to Her,
She told me what I'd missed.

I smiled at the arching sun
knowing where to go,

as if we could ever resist.

My body hums aloud,
I blow into my tea;

The fire sings it's song
As the bed calls out to me.
Mystery Jul 24
Love so unconditional
assuming all to be perfect,
nothing too traditional.

Fighting for affection
situating everyone ahead of her,
nothing but perfection.

All seems content
though no one aware,
she’s deteriorating to an extent.

Silently suffering from depression
fabricating a smile,
giving the children a positive impression.

Understanding she has an obligation
never utters a word,
but longs dearly for appreciation.

Staying home is indeed a blessing
one all mother’s want,
till the truth is visibly repressing.
Farhan Ahmed Mar 18
Pouring the body through the bars
Spending the day among the stars
A red sun, like as it bleeds
With a loaded gun, he has to flee

Decorations of a mask, to hide the home of spiders
The troops of smile, to **** the fighters

Looking at the mirror
And it shows what it should
Stretching out in the air from the roots

Like a moon every ten meters
On the path that is walked
Following the foot steps like a spotlight
And highlighting what they talked about

The picture is set
And there she comes
The lights are blue and sighs for the moments
That sums up the mood
Faking the reflections of whats good
Undecided and incomplete
But she plays the role of the lead

Ending a day of a comical masterpiece
Without a loop or repeated day to tease
Headed back behind the bars
Pouring the body and gaze at the stars
The bird in a cage, though she has the key to gate. I hope many can relate
Make it rhyme
Tell a story
Endowed with time
Something gory
Just raw emotion
Your seldom place
Show off the commotion
Tell us what you erase
You have a secret you keep hidden
It lies in your words
My literature is smitten
Served up like hors d'oeuvres
The next edition comes weekly
I have been discontinued
My simple followers seek me
The words are off the menu
Madisen Kuhn Oct 2018
right now would be a great time to write poetry
it’s past midnight, everyone is asleep
there is a pale blue light coming from the hallway bathroom
my thoughts are lingering in distant, buried places
recalling nightmares as dreams
drawing halos over the heads of humans
but i don’t want to
i am tired
and bored
and afraid my words will smell like stale clichés
maybe i can just dip my toes in reflective black holes
feel the coolness, the deadness
the other world i’m too afraid to fall into
like quicksand or riptides or working nine to five
maybe i can lean in, just enough, to get a glimpse
of what i do not want

i promise i don’t think of you.
rose Oct 2018
I'm tired of repeating
I Love You
Out of obligation
And without a bit of
Authenticity
it's a hard lie not to tell
Heavy Hearted Jun 2018
The river winds in from distant lands
With mercyless power it turns stone to sand
Through its mysterious life, the very earth it commands
And Yet the fearful river still runs through our hands.
In torrents of furry where the deepest currents flow
The rivers wild waters surge with woe. For
Onward, forever, its destined to go
A permenant home it won't ever know.

The river runs from each of us
As a refugee of fear,
It knows in a blink it will be somewhere else
Its waves are really its tears.
It runs from the audacity  
Of the selfish human mind
As Its massive life capacity,
Of flora and fauna combined,
Are threatened by our antics and helpless to our crime
So the river runs on their behalf, from everyone, in time-


even within its whitecap foam
Water's yearning for a home

So roam does the water- endlessly,
till its long gone out of sight
The essential droplets of the river-
Nomads day and night.
Maria Lykke Mar 2018
Work woke me up
Got me up and ahead
Head into heated hearts
Go ahead right?
Well I'm willing
Why no heat?
Why no wet sheets?
Obvious oblivious obligations
Obesity
Open wide shut
Unfaithfullness belief life work temptations
Worst Nightmare Feb 2018
...................And I am so cold
My soul is rock-hard-frozen
And stuck on you
Love, I am sorry
You have to tolerate me your entire life.
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