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Alec Llaneta Aug 10
When a soldier marches, where does his focus go?
Forward? To glory or doom?
His mind filled with stories of honour and pride of wars long ago?

Backward? Of the life, they left behind?
To the wife, the child back home?
The medals to be shown as trinkets or to speak never more?

Have they ever stopped to look around? Of the country, to be or not to be? The mountains, the rivers, the towns and to the sea.
The damage to be caused? The life preserved?

Regardless, the solider marches
My Dear Poet May 23
If it’s a penny for your thoughts
then it’s a bank in my head
where the automated teller
is swiping plastic cards instead
Descovia Apr 20
Art defined to me is everything

about my life and passion combined

We are all masterpieces for those who have moved on or living, all continues for we are dimensional-travelers, eternal, special-gifted, magical beings

brought here to spread empathy, love, creation in the most captivating and influential methods possible.

Magic is not accessible without belief.

Art is meaningless, it's a MUST to involve HEART.

You can't have either without an element from both utilized.

Let your emotions bring your story to life!

Thank you all immensely for inspiring and encouraging me
In exact terms of building my platform towards my art!
I would be nothing without support from any of you!
Grateful for you being in my life and my HE"ART"
Sometimes a fall
is the universe's way of telling you
that you aren't grounding yourself enough,
that all you need
is to centre yourself
against the earth
in order for a balance
to find its way to you.

we put up the worst fights
when we fall,
simply because
we assume it is belittling,
in rushing to get back on our feet,
we miss the lessons
of the significance behind that fall...

Time is often most telling
in the most unorthodox ways,
so when you fall,
allow your rise to be at a pace
where you know that
your feet will help you stand firm.
Megha Thakur Jul 2020
क्या कहें क्या दिल को चाहिए,
क्या इसको मिलता हैं।
कहाँ सुबह होती हैं,
कहाँ दिन ढलता हैं।
बिना उसकी मर्जी के,
क्या एक भी पत्ता हिलता हैं।
किस्मत पर कहाँ जनाब,
किसका ज़ोर चलता हैं।
- मेघा ठाकुर
Megha Thakur Jul 2020
ऐ जिन्दगी मुझे इतना ना आजमा,
की मैं तुझसे हार जाउँ।
मैं मिट जाउँ तेरी असहमत में,
और तुझसे दूर हो जाउँ।
- मेघा ठाकुर
Megha Thakur Jul 2020
थोड़ी अलग सी हैं मेरी कहानी,
कुछ सुनाई हैं तुम्हें,
कुछ बाकी हैं सुनानी।
माना इसका कोई अन्त नहीं फिर भी मुकम्मल हैं मेरी कहानी,
जो जी रहीं हूँ वो मेरी हैं,
और जो भूला दी वो थीं अंजानी।
ना कोई मकसद हैं इसका ना कोई सीख हैं मेरी कहानी,
बस इतना जानती हूँ के कभी बेपरवाह,
तों कभी हैं ये रूहानी।
- मेघा ठाकुर
I was born with ADD
I got it from my father
I suppose he got it from his father.

ADD is about acting on impulse
One has to learn to
How to not fall to impulse

I find it’s hard
To pay attention
To the worl… Ooo a penny!

I have heard
People with ADD
Do crazy things like jump off trees

I always seem to shake my leg
For no apparent reason
Maybe it’s my nerves…or my unwillingness to sit still

The internet
Is one of the best ways
To lose track of time

My reflexes are amazing
And yet I still find myself

When I was 5
I played with fire
My mother didn’t like that much.

When I have something important to say
The thought runs away, leading me to forget.

Is the mysterious soul

The television
In my mind
Is always on…
This is one of my UA poems. Written 12-7-2010.
Sophia L Mar 2020
There are always two voices in my heart
the right way and the wrong way
Which way?
I find an excuse to persuade
young and naive?
the ocean goes with wave
imparo Jan 2020
You didn't know how you should ask,
I didn't know how I should tell
And so, things didn't work out well.
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