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Toxic yeti Feb 2019
The
Day
I become
A
Butterfly
Pretty
And
Blue
With
Black rims
Will
Be
The
Day
I am
At
Peace.
Sophia Feb 2019
Heartbreaks
might hurt now,
but one day you will look back,
And you will thank them.
swaggmaster Feb 2019
learning to be
aware of how to hold
my physical being
creeping into the christening
resistant fingers and toes
curled inward in fear
driven by woes
blackbiird Feb 2019

go forth
among the lake
and take a sip
of My never-ending
love for you.

quench yourself
in the goodness
of My lands.

and I shall
replenish your
soul with
eternal life.

Shiv Pratap Pal Feb 2019
All Apps Un-installed
Hard disks wiped out
Operating System lost
System Shutdown
RAM cleared
BIOS destroyed
Object Id Retained
ROM info Retained

Hardware burnt to Ashes
Or left for Micro-organisms
Scriptures say, Sages re-iterate
Believers believe, others disagree
Object ID may be Reborn
With new OS and Apps
Or there is another possibility
Object ID gets destroyed
And witness Moksha
Free from further rebirth and deaths

Sorry this poem is not on Computers
But I am sure, it's about Humans
Smart Humans, Mortal Humans
Bound to follow the System of
LIFE, DEATH, RE-BIRTH
Until Moksha comes for Rescue
System. Who Made This System? Could Anyone Hack this System? Bypass this System or Break This System? Really a Big Question
Matthew Jan 2019
A fire
burning
the old me.

Memories
of times
no longer
my own.

The crackling
is melting my soul
soul.
Ashes, are all that is left of me
And from them
The New Me emerges.
A poems of fire
Shlomo Jan 2019
I’m everything and nothing

For where do I belong

Everywhere and nowhere


Life feels like death

To me, and it seems

Death feels like life


If only I could disappear

Gone from this earth

And slowly reappear, in hopes of a rebirth


To free myself from this pain

In a world of no disdain

With pleasure and infinite gain


This fickle life of endless monotony

I yearn to be free from;

To be in a world of transient diversity.


This skin that I love and hate,

In its real and abstract fate

Was once brown, now black to date.


It seems the winners are losing

In a backwards upside down world

Where the losers are winning.


If I could turn back the hands of time,

I’d go back to the year zeros

In hopes of a restart and some new heroes.


To take everything from the every ones;

Some Robin Hood type ****,

And give something to the no ones.
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Breanna evans Jan 2019
losing layers

shedding skin

I'm

dying to be born again
Stu Jan 2019
In translucent hands
he reads a scripture belonging only to him,
and from memory, he'll rebuild his own illumination.
I feel my bones growing! I feel the warm sun! I am finally satisfied with my own reflection!
From failure
Sparks
New birth;
Out of ashes
We rise
Aflame,
Fists raised
Up,
Hope held
High
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