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Dilshey Aug 2021
Art is one portal of a canvas

that grants man a chance to glimpse

through its window into another

reality, possibility, absurdity

forged by the creativity

of another human mind,

anothers blazing passion

or twisted interpretation of the world.
Flipping through nothing
But empty pages
Made me realise,
You see much further
With an open heart
And iridescent eyes.
Are you looking or seeing?
Bhakti Saravade May 2021
Don't know how big our life is,
Don't know how far our feelings stays,
So,
Let me dip you in my love,
Let me show you my deepest secret,
Let me know the reasons behind all your moods,
Let me know you sometime,
Let me just enjoy the long rides with you,
Let me understand you,
Let me change your perspective, of that drawing you made in your heart,
Until we fall apart,
Just let me love you....
Love has no boundaries or limitation, love has to be selfless and free without any time obligations.
Skye Dec 2020
The ordinary becomes the extraordinary
Once perspective is changed
And I’m standing here we’re we used to meet
But this time it’s only me
Who’s under the moonlit sky
Wind in my lungs
Smoke in the air
Fireworks in my hands
And I try to cup the light
As the cityscape becomes alive
Under a carpet of night.
I guess love can set us alight,
But it burns us slowly, quietly
From the inside out.
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© Cori
Spriha Kant Oct 2020
In a wordy battle with trivial dogmatic mentalities , I win by sandwiching my perspectives between my upper lip tubercle and lower lip tubercle.
Hammra Sistur Sep 2020
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A Aug 2020
Caught her off guard in the car
I snapped a picture
She didnt notice
I laughed
Off into space she stared
Somewhere lost in her head
I think her mind is gone
She's in the zone
Her imagination is so fascinating
I couldn't even begin to fathom
What she might be thinking
She's friends with all her demons
Must be some dark angel
I'm watching her blank faced
No emotion
No expression
No vibe
Where's her energy at
I wonder if she knows I'm looking at her
So calm so content
With just complete silence
It doesn't even sound quiet
Shes off on another planet
When she gets back
I'll forget it ever happened
Some moments don't need pictures to be remembered
abecedarian Jun 2020
“your arrhythmic rhymes, skinflint perspectives,
this is what I ask, what I need, what you can give,
what is in your possess, what you need to unburden,
making me better for making you lessened”  

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she offers me this,
a way out to more,
a way in to lessen,
knock on heavens door,
a suggest tendered,
treaty of mutual arms-ments-to-be?

perhaps is my answer,
utter the skinflints perspective,
maybe it is no treat, this treaty,
but a rad road well traveled to
mutually assured destruction,
the intended embrace
of unintended consequences
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