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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
The Mystery of the ‘e’.


What can be caught but never tamed?
What can be attained, but never detained?
What will never cease?
If you could only see; would you still require me?


If you had been shown, what wasn’t normally known,
Would you have believed what you had read?
If you know the answer, you would not have asked the question;
Still you ask with a fear of regret.


What have you found to solve the mystery of the ‘e’?
Have you gained from this experience?  Do you see what I see?
Let it lighten up your heart, with the joy of discovery.
Find your inner child, your inner being, or your split personality.


This is the way, walk into the light.
The police would like you to give them a statement.
Do you know the answer to the mystery of the ‘e’?
Of course I do, it’s obviously (…).


If that is what you have found,
To solve the puzzle of the ‘e’.
Then enlightenment is yours to behold friend;
So enjoy your next mystery.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Anthony Mayfield Jun 2018
Ask yourself
Can you change the world?
Can you make its heart bleed?
Are you capable of storming its tallest of mighty towers?
Can you ring its shrillest of bells?
Ask yourself
Can you rule the world?
In the absence of a blood king by right,
Can you take charge?
Can you create the Empire of Necessity?
Tell yourself
No one died and made you king
No one sheds your mighty wings
But still
Someone can find them true
In the realm this side of blue
Tell yourself
You’ll do just fine
You’ll be ok
Just give your best shine
Ask yourself
Then tell me
When you can be
Finally free
Just ask
Jamilla Jun 2018
What if I died today?
Would anyone miss me anyway?
What if I died today?
And I never had the chance to say goodbye.
Would you hate me,
Because I just wanted to stop the pain?
What if I died today?
Would you forget me that easily?
What if I died today?
Would you say good riddance
If you saw me lying there
No heartbeat, just a cold body.
What if I died today?
Would you trap me in your arms,
Like I was trapped in my own mind?
What if I died today?
Would you cry like I did
Every single night, Alone.
Because of the demons in my head.
What if I died today?
Would you realize how much
I wanted all of this to stop
And wish to see my worth.
What if I died today?
Would you see my scars
And wish you'd have noticed
How I was in so much pain?
What if I died today?
Would you care?
Like nobody does.
What if I died today...
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
When can you call yourself a poet?
When you write down a word?
When do you let yourself know it?
When you are finaly heard?

When can you call yourself a poet?
When you get a like or a love?
When do you show it?
When your confident, sort of?

When can you call yourself a poet?
When you get a sunshine?
When do you let other people know it?
When you reach a headline?

When do you call yourself a poet?
When you are published?
When do you flaunt it?
When you are considered established?

No.

You know when to call yourself a poet.

When your hands are always moving
When your writing about even the kitchen sink
When your mind is always turning
When the white becomes stained with ink.
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
I sail

my mind's

tide of

many questions

And only

under the

Eye will

I find

the answers
Ever have that moment when you stop and just question everything?
To the point that you get a headache because your questions breeds MORE questions?
Yeah, I'm having more and more of those days, it seems.

Be back soon!
Lyn x
L Jun 2018
It starts like this:
"Where is my beginning?"
"Is there an end?"
"Where did the maddness
        come from?"
Does the ghost wail for
  itself?
or for
  others?
Who do you wail for.
There are no answers.
Only questions.
What is your answer?
Now tell me your question.
The end is always nigh.
Especially if you are
        planning for it.
Yes. I spelled madness wrong. Its an artistic decision.
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