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Mystic Ink Plus May 2018
Beautiful

Is that you?
or  the foundation?
Genre: Love
Theme: Forever Youth
Worst Nightmare Apr 2018
I know precious things
Don't last that long
So,
Let me love you
For just a moment - a fraction of an eye-blink
Coz
With you
Eternity is just a thousandth of a second.
Danielle Apr 2018
Oh, Darling.
You can’t fix yourself by breaking someone else.
No, perhaps I can’t Love,
But when the heat rises up in me.
Making my skin glow,
Lining the holes in me with molten gold,
Perhaps I can burn them down.
Raze their structured beliefs
Until there’s nothing but choking thick ash.
If something survives it is beautiful.
If something new grows in that new fertile ground
Then it is precious.
When that destructive rage just makes you want to burn down bridges in the most spectacular way.
Bel B Apr 2018
It was effortlessly beautiful that night,
shining the brightest amongst all.
I've never seen it glowing radiantly,
such exquisite sight is rarely seen.
I ponder upon the beauty,
unlike any other day
where it was just a crescent
and sometimes faded.


It reminded me of someone,
someone whom I've lost
while i was busy searching for the star.
Lakshmi Mar 2018
Mum
For nine months you carried me,
protected me from everything, from the largest mammal, to the smallest bee;
I'd crawl around, and then i'd walk,
you smiled at me so bright, especially when I started to walk;
I remember the struggle that we went through,
but it only strengthened you;
I'd then tell you my aspirations, my dreams, my goals,
and you would tell me to go for them, with my heart and soul;
And as a curious child, I wanted to grow up so much,
I wanted to explore the world, take in every touch;

And in my teens, we laughed and cried,
and even when we argued, you'd sit with me when I was teary-eyed;
And even in my teens, you'd brush my hair,
forever showing me how much you care;
And when you cried, I felt every pain,
pulling me down like ball and chain;
Lunch and dinner will always be made,
On the table it would be laid;
The one day you were in hospital, I cried for days,
my world was suddenly ablaze;
But I was so relieved when you came out,
the only thing on my mind was looking after you - no doubt;
but we get through everything together mum,
you will always be my perfect sum;

You will never stop showing me love and support,
your heart for me will never fall short;
And I hope one day I do you so proud,
so I can witness your smile through any crowd;
For you sacrificed so much for me,
more than there is water in the sea;
So this poem is just to show how much I love you,
even though I'm sure you knew;
but mum - you are the best person I have ever known,
and my love for you - so deep it has been sown.
mum
Aflaha Mar 2018
It hurts too much

I thought what I asked, was small

But now I know

Why love is precious, after all
Wilder Mar 2018
Sometimes I wake up
And I know tomorrow's secrets
It's scary, knowing what comes next
Like reading the last page of a book
Then reading the rest

Have you ever known tomorrow's secrets?
Have you ever had to hide because you can't handle knowing?
And being unable to change it?

But who will ever really know
Who knows has known and will know?
God.

These glimpses are gifts
Treasures
Precious little things
Not to be taken lightly

Still, it's scary, knowing tomorrow's secrets
Unable to change them
But knowing them all the same.
This is for real for me, I get Dejavu at places I've never been. It's the strangest thing, the second I realize I've done it before, I see the next thing that happens, then it does. It can be really scary, but I know He will make good out of it.
Nic Mac Mar 2018
An ability we can't explain,
the ability to feel our love.
To feel it still even through pain,
what a gift it is, or so it was.

Before we forgot and squandered,
loosing it to the infinite.
Before we rationed and excluded,
basking it in pride.
Before we took the reins and pulled too tight,
what once was boundless...now out of sight.
Our greatest gift, that we can use to cure so much and so many, but rather reserve for a select few.
Does this make it more precious? or does it close our hearts from the infinite love we could share.

By Nic Mac
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