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Vyiirt'aan Dec 2017
It is time you faced that abomination.

You don't need to be secretive about it;
You falter on the mere embrace of shame.

The frightening realisation that was brought forth
When you stumbled on the playground of greed.

The pestering of hands that point and eyes that stare
Bridled to your chest with lust for the meek.

On the edge of time you stood, floudering in a haze
To cope with the piercing daze of vertigo

Thus I ask to abolish that hurt
To call your empty heart and let go.
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embrace empty frightening hurt lust playground secretive shame time vertigo
Alienpoet Dec 2017
I am a white Labrador
I don’t like other types
I bark and I bark and I bite
I am a white human
I don’t like people of other shades
I load my gun and sharpen my blades
I am a husky I like to play
I tussle I hustle and bustle with other dogs all day
I am a human being
I see that we are all different but the same
blaming other people is a playground game
I am an alien we been through all these struggles
On our planet we recognise that variation is fun and not trouble
and variation is also causes beauty in strange ways
we don’t come to fight we come to observe your planets creatures
But we are light years away but we’d like to teach you.
An anti racism poem variation is the spice of life
Star BG Aug 2017
Inside an eternity of light energies, I wander.
My soul, my vessel, my stature,
becoming grounded in the shape of human body.
Sometimes inner heart cells are closed,
blocking the universal light
so I heal and feel pain.
Other times my inner self receives
a bombardment of vibrations
that make me want to fly.
All in a lifetime I have chosen
All for the purpose
of playing in the
experimental playground of Earth.
Inspired by Lee
Mane Omsy Aug 2017
Watching stranger's kid playing on slides
I said to myself 'it won't last long'
The lady beside me, upset 'What?'
'The happiness' I said 'the joy in their smiles'
She stared at them, still upset 'Why?'
'They'll see the reality, and they'll know
It really is a mystery, or is a book
They climb up the ladder
And then joy ends within seconds
They slide down, happy screams
They must know the truth
It's the happiness leading to climb, again
They'll feel the value of sweat
The higher they climb, the longer they enjoy
It's really the game, they're playing right now
That creates difference and belief
To what comes next'
The lady asked 'what if a step breaks?'
'The reality has millions of slides,
better leave it and try the other one,
Or
trust himself and climb the broken
He would risk his life, but the joy will multiply
The harder they work, the sweetest they feel'
The lady asked 'where are you now?'
'I'm on the step, that might break any moment'
Child hood is filled with lessons that we must realize sooner than before we fall. But, then we must learn to stand up.
Poetic T May 2017
We miss many skips when jumping,
not realizing that they'd
       hung themselves on the old oak.

The playground was empty of smiles,
just mummified emotions
        buried within themselves.

Were just jumping off steps,
to the cold pavement awaiting us,
          Our tombstones of lives last jump
Star BG May 2017
And we shall wander in playground of love,
swinging till we touch the moon.
We will climb the highest bar,
and whisper as I croon.

We will build our castle and live evermore,
vibrating in divine love on every shore.

We will be like children romping in timeless place,
shining inside each others face.

We will be one in rainbow dreams, together forever.
Forever together.
inspired byIndelible.   Still waiting for this kind of love in my life presently. I had one but he was my "titanic lover" leaving me after a 24-hour time frame. What doesn't **** you makes you stronger.
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