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Paul Idiaghe Aug 3
a cradle of completion;
my rubik's cube slowly becomes
faded of colors, frayed of stickers,
as a twisting time renders it
subtle and scrambled, but
unendingly unsolvable
—my meaning left
muddled on the palms of life

muddled on the palms of life
—my meaning left
unendingly unsolvable,
subtle and scrambled, but
as a twisting time renders it
faded of colors, frayed of stickers,
my rubik's cube slowly becomes
a cradle of completion;
a ritual
warrants retribution
to hale
to connive
this practice
midst a
dire sequence
reserved for
her to
comprehend misgiving
with era
of hot
democracy through
she is
this strawberry
daiquiri but
amid rattan.
Nathalie Dec 2019
She holds her palms
Towards the sky
And recites
Her silent wishes

The universe listens
And her inner voice
Echoes throughout eternity

With eyes closed
Her heart opens
She surrenders
All of her fears

With a strong faith
She is moved from within

The veil is removed
And separation
Disappears between
Heaven and earth

Aaliyah Salia Jul 2019
I want to reach new heights,
fly like there's no tomorrow,
I want to scoop the world in my palms
and protect it from deadly folks and deep hollows.

It's my dream,

a simple desire,

am I asking for too much?

or am I just being naive?

It pains me to see everything crumble away,
pains me to see that we're living at the end of the days,

it pains me to just stare at the stars,

and wish to vanish as far

as my soul can escape.
Sometimes, we must realize the world we're living in and try to think about how we can save it from turning into ashes and dust.
Stanislav Jun 2019
Clear blue skies;
under the coconut trees
I’m taking a selfie.
Steve May 2019
Pineapple palms
And their flailing arms
Wafting the day
As if to say
Let your troubles
And your cares
Be swept away.
Blue sky, gentle breeze, swaying palm, life’s a charm.
Jessica Chaidez Apr 2019
I work
One sock at a time
With elbows glued together behind
My back.

I work with
A pencil in each finger
Intertwined, mingling,
Whispering something about me and
The sweaty palms.

I work keeping
My shoelaces untied so
I may trip over them
And fall to the ground so that,
I may,
By some miracle of God
Or a stay in the hospital,
Find a way to

Keep my toes
Warm; work without trouble.
Bohemian Apr 2019
My neck feels so anxious
The last time it had laid on a pillow
It felt an utter discomfort
Where on the bed should my hair be placed
For each strand has grown so tall with such a pace
My callus is so pale
Frozen are my palms
Lips fall dead dry ,no, I don't apply any flavoured balm
Eyes behold an anchor upon
I curl up under the sheets
But by the morning I'm fresh and flushed.
The Napkin Poet Mar 2019
Find me
Cold in a corner
Scribbling over my tears
Exposed toes and clammy hands
Scribbling my inner demands

Find me
Lost in my own home
Head towards the ground
Making a cowering sound

Find me
Holding my head between my palms
Two elbows on the countertop
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