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GalileoUniverse Nov 2019
A subtle crease no bigger than the heart of a fly,
Dipped in a well of hesitance,
A thought
An idea
A moment
Due to the fear and reticence,

A subtle crease no bigger than the heart of a fly,
Dipped in a well of blood,
A thought
An idea
An action
Disguised in the form of love,

A subtle crease no bigger than the heart of a fly,
Dipped in the well of blood,
A child,
A family,
A home,
Written in the name of...
Faizel Farzee Oct 2019
Life equivalent to a runaway roller coaster.
It is a scary ride
At times you feel like letting go
Befriending the grim reaper
So he would call you willingly to his side.

Just like the fishmonger
These thoughts are selfish.

What about those left behind
The ones that truly love you
That has always been by your side
If you do not see them, please open your eyes
You are not alone, you have courage inside

Get your thoughts out the stormy clouds
Dry your saddened tears
Let the darkness see light, if only for a moment
let go of the numbing fears
You will soon realize, you have not yet drowned
To the darkness, you not consensually bound
Just open your blinded eyes
To see the love that is all around.

In the darkest hour, you will always find a smiling face
This is the nature of the human race
We might be killing ourselves and the world slowly
Drowning it with all the hate, we killing it unhurriedly
One day it will suffocate
We still built to adapt, so never give in
You are stronger than you know, exhale all the toxic thoughts
Let all the elegance in heart start your sing
We have the strength within, just open your heart and let all the love in
Disliking yourself, remind yourself, this is a sin
Just breathe in the good of the world
exhale all the toxin.
Live  life with a grin
Bringing happiness and laughter
Instead of darkness and grim
Vic Oct 2019
Yes, I can write forever about you.
But pens run out of ink sometimes.
A poem every day.
18-10-19
Anastasia Oct 2019
he had a galaxy
in his mind
and it showed
through his eyes
it spilled
from his lips
stars
at his fingertips
planets in his pockets
moon drops in his pen
he drew what he knew
again and again
annh Sep 2019
Outta whack,
Outta sync,
Wanna write,
Can't think.

Words dance,
Outta time,
Mismatched,
Bad rhyme.

Lines smash,
Commas fight,
Vowels heave,
Rhythm's *****.

Verses clatter,
Phrases crunch,
****** muse's
Gonta lunch.

Gotta write,
Gotta pen,
Words'll come,
Dunno when.

Day's boshed,
Outta sight,
Gonna bed,
Good night!
‘Nonsense wakes up the brain cells. ...If you can see things out of whack, then you can see how things can be in whack.’
- Dr Suess
annh Apr 2019
Alas, for I am master of my pen;
But Calliope is mistress of me.
‘I kept reaching for my muses, my wandering muses, floating on clouds filled with their passions.’
- Chimnese Davids, Muses of Wandering Passions
Colm Sep 2019
We remember heartache for a spell
Not because of the significance of those who have cast us off
But because it's the brightest color red
On the first of many canvases
That is until
The permanence of togetherness
Bring together both pen and quell
Not quill. Not a typo.

Pen and quell the memories of past lovers with togetherness.
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