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writerReader Jan 2015
sometimes I
reach within
the fragile paper of
this book to
glide
my fingers through
your silver
hair
namannagarhere Jul 2018
Hello,
           I m naman nagar , i m indian from utter perdash . I complet my 12th class . I am studying in LAW (5 YEAR). My instagram id - @namannagarhere  & my fb id - namannagarhere
My intro my life
Qwn Jul 2018
I wish I could place my thoughts,
into words,
arranged,
so beautifully,
that anyone reading,
can feel my words leave their tongue
and take home in their brain:
like you can.
Leslie Shanahan Jul 2018
Another day of reading meters

Walk all day, for kilometres,

All the time avoiding dogs,

Tired legs, no evening jogs



Apartment blocks, access Fort Knox

Voltage testers, reveal live box

Sun leaving me, with a red neck

Turkey warning on the front deck



Don’t cut across of my front lawn

Fake rubber snakes, from dusk til dawn

I.D. Badge, utility keys

See a red back and surely freeze



All sorts of warnings and messages

No time to eat my sandwiches

All of this is just to say

Another chapter, another day

So long, farewell to all the meters

Poems now, with different readers
Just a bit of fun about my last job
Elizabeth Jul 2018
Today was a much better day than yesterday. Today brought new rains washing away yesterday's sins. The rain washed away my tears that dripped along 17th streets corner slowly, flowing, gone. This morning was easier to rise from beneath the covers, the morning's before I didn’t want to face the sun. I drank tea this afternoon and I read a book, something I hadn't done in awhile, and for a few hours I felt at peace. Finally, at peace.
Peace is your best friend
AMISHA Jul 2018
I don't love reading because it gives me an eternal pleasure. I love reading because it is a moment of discussion of my mind with my soul.

A.S.
Robin MacCuish Jul 2018
I lie in wait for space.
A space of my own
where quiet ambiance roams

Jasmine and mint steep in time
growing lax on a warm sunlit spot on the floor
my book groaning at me to read it,
just a little more.

something deeper than self-care
a little something of self-healing

I wait for you.
My mysterious being,
although I doubt you exist
I feel myself losing it all in the rift
of these futile wounds
and these nights of sunlit tunes
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