Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Karijinbba Aug 4
Love In person now required?
Love is omnipresent relax🐝📬
💌Transcends time and space.
without a goal a plan of action,
the chasm, the gap, the miles
🦋am I only doomed, in hope?
In cell computer, song what's up
call phone voice love in heart
Phone E-mail photo lyric poem
dance video these cards allies
Where there's a will 🦋
🦋there's a way.🐝✈️

Not our last dance love.
~~~~~~~~~
By Karijinbba.8-21
https://youtu.be/z2-4V8VfdR4
Give me a pen
and put it on my right hand,
I will write our story
with the right love,
so we have a new plan
to explore this journey.
Indonesia, 5th July 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Twalib Mushi Apr 18
I take my pen
As i want to stand still
Applaud their pain
Everything is against their will
For their lives they had a plan.

Fearless
Being separated from their family
Look
how they're starving
Do they deserve?
Look
how they're suffocating
This isn't correct
Look
how they become homeless
Nobody wants to address this
This isn't fair.

They become more than hopeless
Snatching away their rights
Burying their dreams
Dreams of the innocent children.
rig Jan 22
when i died the first time
inhaling an ocean
they said
this was not the plan
turn back.

and when i did
i tried to fly with no lessons
nor wings
and they called me
stubborn.

but i came round
and sought a chainsaw
and then a mermaid
and then death herself
i think she was

and each time
they said the same thing
over and over and over and over:
wrong destiny. wrong destiny.
go again.

the instructions are in a language i do not possess.
Rox90 Nov 2020
You fall in a dark hole sometimes
You start to panic and scream

You think your about to die sometimes
You think that no one is near

But if you just take a moment to think
A moment to relax and breath

You will notice the hole will start to shrink
As diamonds and gold fill up under your feet
Coming out
Into the world,
After a sure start
With nowhere to go now
Almost choking
At being an adult
Living life,
As it was laid out
By nature and nurture
Unfazed by my own religion
Or the world outside,
Never talked
To the guy upstairs
But living used to be sacred,
Is now all but sacrilege
If it were always
My plan versus his
I never stood a chance
But there's a sense
Of burdened freedom
Along with a sense
Of joyful realism
To be happy
any chance you get,
A fine ventriloquist
He's got his ways
Makes you admire
The work he does,
While pondering
The meaning of life,
The fine line
Between right and wrong,
Trying to get some
sense of control
Thinking of pulling
One up on my destiny
Of saving my soul
Not selling out
To this facade
Of what we call progress
But maybe I should
Just stay a while
And enjoy this blissful anaesthesia,
Monitored by the man himself.
Does God always have a plan, good or bad? Or can we be in the driving seat for a change?

Maybe it is a mixture of both - my faith in his ways and my faith in myself, that will be the answer to the questions I've been pondering.
Poetical Aug 2020
I like how the die was cast:
I know the last will be first,
and the first will be last.
Yet I worry about the future
because I've lived through the past.
Bea Aguilar Jul 2020
I wish I could tell you
all the things i want
without getting hurt
or crying

I wish I could express
how devastating it is
to hear those words
from you

I wish I could show you
all the scars i got
from the words
you threw at me

I can't escape
Alex Gifford Jun 2020
Every year comes less defining.

Deeper roots and with less pining.

Past decisions, cobblestone.

Better think before you sow.
Next page