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October Dec 2018
I had a different name
It was "Undiscovered"
Now this name, no longer my cover
There's a darker truth as to why it's updated to "October"
Tears of joy, tears of sadness
They all share this amber month of blackness
A deep history of sight
The pain and origin of why I write

Her name was Erin
She was beautiful
She was young
Erin, was special
and Rhett's, without doubt, the devil
The disease rendered her without brain function
Resulted in physical mutation
Erin, had an expiration
The day came
In the same month born
She would, from this life, be torn
I love you Erin
Pablo Saborío Nov 2018
In the beginning everything was still.
Then there was an itch or ache and totality stirred.
A dance was born.
Wave after wave of color emerged.
Rains of sound were released from the center.
The original impulse became two, trees, fire.
Its unity was broken, reflected from a trillion eyes.
Rhythm appeared as an essential trait.
Pulses emanated, at times violent, at times sad.
Wonder and angst ******* inside the skull’s crater.
A mad civilization rose, structure after structure.
A sea of ideas now saturates the air.
Here we are in this vast corner surrounded by a cosmos.
We are the same as IT.
These images are throbs of that primordial energy.
I have created nothing new.
Kusuma Karbela Oct 2018
I've been awaken by an October wind, that a person born and called by an unique name
Lead to the titles of a supreme Lady for the whole age
It's a phrase means totality of purity
Of a human-goddess, a manifest of pious and dignity
A timeless borderless definition of worship and humanity

So here I am, start what to say by her name
I wish world never blur you that common ain't mean the same
Somehow what had been hoped is what people placed
No except name, and the reason why they chose it and gave

By the flame of the biggest fight inside every soul
Understanding heart, mind and their role
On the lifetime war, the way to reach the life-goal
I hope you always you, a person I adore

Because, what we'll get at the finish line is what we feel right where we in
Our soul, we must keep its origin
Unless you gotta loose your chance and never win


I refuse to say that we were
No more than two teenager
met and grumbled the world in same anger
and criticized people at love-garden's corner
In dozens conversations after prayer
Oh, do you remember?

I wish we aren't just become older then be the things we always curse and grumble
I wish we are history in order
I wish there's a thing to do to make world better

Cause twenties is a gate of matureness
The age when you friend with reality, also calmness
It's a state after bursting hormone of interest in teens
It's a spring flowers of mind and of the way you see things
You might go wrong but you need to go on
Figure out every wasted-second and  words before it'll be spoken

I know you will keep the origin, stay remarkable
As an unique connection of ours,
sparks, flashes, yet stay forever
Then if koi and whale's destiny is unity
This poetry never bring any jealousy
Just a remark of twenty second of October
A pity birthday-ish words written after summer
At a spot distances by thousands kilometers
To wish you to be a more patient girl,
greater and stronger
Also,

live wisely ever after.


Happy Batul-day. Wuatb. :)


Oct, 20th '18. Qom, Iran.
A lil birthday wishes
Shofi Ahmed Oct 2018
God ensures everyone a shore
floating on the sea of the soul!
No stone is as solid
lying in any temple.

Light up the flame lay it on
the passage to the truthful
selfless human conscience.
Unleash from the unseen
the one true enduring origin!

The more one understands
the universe's more meaningful!
Hails from the one yet to expose
the utmost intelligent of all!
Jack Ritter Aug 2018
A baby boy shuts his eyes and sees
bull continents drift,
collide, startle, spin around.

Prehistoric bucks suddenly accusing-
(Did YOU just back into ME?)
They jam head-to-head,
gouge, reconcile, then confer.

The boy likes what he sees.

The beasts get down to business.
They iron out earth's future
with special bellows, & lots of musk.

Above this caucus
of nodding, naying heads,
clacking antlers mesh
into a burgeoning thicket.

He calls for more!

The thicket shudders,
sprouts into a dagger forest.

It shoots up recklessly,
like a baby's legs,
and jabs the sky
with young ideas:

New species, struggles, lies.
Whole societies in the air,
too busy to teach their children
about the bellowing below.

           The weight of so much life is too much.

There is a final SNAP
of prehistoric backs.

Not a grain remains on which to carve
the memory of all the things
that passed before this boy's eyes.
A friend called it a Darwinian myth. Highest hurdle was anthropomorphizing continents.
Kalen Doleman Jul 2018
These emotions run wild.
I feel them all to a numb.
They come to exist.
Then they break away to an unknown place.

I don't really know.
It's a confusing world of response.
Jumbled partly in my inner soul.

But i don't really know what the soul is.
Or its true intentions.
Its origin is even more of an enigma.
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2017
Not once upon a time but now
among most innocent ones,
an Arabian voice is buried
in the thick wall of bricks
furnished with glory,
floating in the oasis of money.

Yet, when it switches to it's origin
then maybe is a poor Arab speaking.
Still the rest of the world
                                 can forget the oil
                           it's no sad story anymore
the sand beneath his feet shines
                                 brighter than the gold!
two tribes of footballers
on Wednesday night shall meet
to play for the State of Origin's
championship greet

the three games in the series
always being hard to win
as the sides stage a battle
on the field of league's min

they who follow this most
compelling test of sport
will see tackling and ball carries
so formidable in sort

Maroon and Blue jerseys
striving to conquer each other
by matching motors with
the goal of a triumphant smother
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