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I have no heartbeat,no eyes or brain.
All metabolic activity had ceased long ago.
So how am I writing this?
Simple:I'm a work of fiction,
a lie in lines if you will.
So, such a feat is easy for me.
Colm Apr 2017
After writing like this for many years
As a poet-try
You cannot help but grow a good bit
Like a poet-tree
Hue hue... Very funny.
Debanjana Saha Apr 2017
Heard a story about a guy.
A guy who goes to college with plain looks
& tucked in shirt every time.
people laughing at him
day in & day out
to be the odd one out.

Someone went and asked-
Dude, why don't you change your clothes for a while?
They all laugh at you for that.

The guy remarked in a polite way-
why should I change for them
when they will no longer exist in my life after a while?
Heard a story about a guy, who in college understood that he should not change for others just because he is different. He was proud enough to handle being different.
Dream Fisher Mar 2017
What if it all came crashing down?
A single blue-green marble hits the ground
No one notices at all.
What if you disappeared?
Packed up and moved clear out of here
No one notices at all.

It's okay. Pay attention to the change.
You can change a lot, it can change a lot,
To know that someone knows you exist
Take a good look on how strange it all looks
And everything you missed , staring at your shoes.
Even a stranger, you never knew, is a lot to lose.

Dance on crowded streets, with no music,
Keep the beat, playing in your head.
Worry about how others see you,
When you're gone and dead.
Give the world something odd to talk about,
Be something new people thought about.
On these cracked sidewalks that begin to look the same
Change the game, change the world.

What if it all came crashing down?
A single blue-green marble hits the ground
What if you disappeared?
Someone may notice you aren't around
As it sounds sad
For a reason
I can't understand
Even after I extended them
A helping hand
Also a good Samaritan
I shook off their dust
And pulled them up
From the sand,
There are people
Who do  me
Things bad
Daring
"Do good to s/he
Who did  you
Things bad!"
Topsy-turvy
On its head stand.

But up on
A bit reflection
Something bubbles up
To my attention
Despite His
Benevolence untold
That is exactly what
I am doing on God.

Envoy

"Forgive your erring friend
Seventy times seven
If you want Me
To welcome you in heaven!"
For some friends and colleagues who did me bad as a reward for the good things I did them.Strange!
grey grey grey Mar 2017
for what the crowd wants*

Screams and delighted cheers
bounce against the stadium walls, tall, strong, and fierce
roared by ten thousand strong knowing no fears
all against the man in chains, drowning in tears

Been weighed, been measured, been found wanting
the fiery men standing with their fists pumping
while the beaten one stays still, silently praying
waiting for the justice he knows is never coming
Drowning deep below,
while your words walk on water.
Swell and foam;
swim within and roam.
Just like the,
tears of your daughter;
all alone.

Grasping for self expression,
in unheard syntax.
They're are no longer yours,
as they walk to the shore.

Liquid leviathan's,
molten methods of meaning.
A truth for a truth;
matchstick's burning use.
Just like the,
world needs much cleaning;
to atone .

Grasping for self expression,
in unheard syntax.
They're are no longer yours,
as they walk to the shore.
What is meant by delights?
As if we have been abandoned from the land of lights
We pursue the dreams that are lost ages before our real birth
So what?
So when the cruise ship will have the chance to berth
No one knows, no one ever knows how the time will react to save us all
To me, it's always the last match ball
Something odd that never makes a call
we lose as they proceed and this way the time passes the way it has to
But no one knows all these stuff will turn for who
we can someday know, if we have the go
I think.
Eman Feb 2017
She caught a glimpse of him,
her senses paused
Her heart starting beating so loud,
it muted the world.
Those visions, recollections, dreams, flashes and sudden insights both overwhelm and confuse me.
All we ever do is exchange glances,
like only we can see each other in crowds and masses.
Like the sun, the moon and the stars, you and I are lost in the bizarre. (Inspired by a dream I had)
Jade Melrose Feb 2017
I set my alarm to 6:23
I like awkward numbers
something about how the last digit sticks out to the rest
making it less than whole
yet still enough
appeals to me
comforts me
so imperfect that it feels more perfect than perfect numbers
8:19 pm
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