y o u
vibrate to (the)
(Cosmic) Truth
a tune my soul
g r o o v e
(dance)s
to
a cosmic dance
Mane Omsy Feb 10
As I rush back
To my young days
Wished I had stayed there
For a while longer
To make things right

Where as I'm falling
And never touched the ground
Frightened of what it could do
To me

Here,
I'm waiting for someone
Recognition to my ink
So, later I'll be glad
That everything was worth it
meeting for the (first) time
our bodies may have (though)t
but deep down (my) internal clock
had endlessly ticked a (rhythm)
that had always (synched)
(to you)r every thought
first, though, my rhythm synched to you
one girl pours out
her heart and soul
on paper with ink
and shares her true
emotions with the
world but doesn’t
receive as much
well deserved
recognition as the
other girl who has
only her tits to share

then there’s the
other girl who
has it
all:
the emotion
the heart
the soul
the tits
which essentially,
has nothing at all
but with the right know how
she can rule the world

I guess,
you have to die a little
first
if you wanna make it fast
No disrespect to women. Just an observation I’ve been noticing on other social media sites.
i am not one for making bets
but i bet your heart skipped too
when my soul recognized you
I must confess

to a most heinous crime

for less than 5 minutes

after I wrote my rhyme,

I came back with a click

and was nearly sick

to find I'd no views,

no adulation, no news,

no-one to recognise

my wondrous wordsmithery.


Then in my inner ear,

to dispel all fear,

a whispering noise,

a gentle voice:


"If there is no love for words in your heart,

but merely for applause and for public cause,

shed a tear for your efforts, for they'll never be art."
Anomaly Oct 2017
Today I laid in bed a total of 7 more minutes than I should have
before rushing to get ready for work.
I let that sinking feeling pull me under.
Drowning in my own bed,
No thoughts actually running through my head,
Just a mind numbing realisation that I’ll have to get up at some point.  
But I just laid there.
No emotion on my face.
Eyes glued to the ceiling
Blinking every 4 seconds,
Before letting out a long sigh
as if my soul had been sent back to me.
Then i caried on with the day as normal.
This is just a small section of what it’s like waking up for a person with depression. There are many people in the world who suffer with such an extreme depression that they can’t actually gather the mental strength to get out of bed. I believe that this issue should be recognised world wide. Thank you for reading x
the letter R is a letter
which commands recognition*
all focus on the R letter's
elevated position

who would dare avert
eyes away from R's shine
every facet of R borders
on the divine

A, B, C, etc aren't of
R's lofty standing
they're all prone to
silly grandstanding

the letter R is in a league
ever so brill
nothing can equal
*R's overkill
Madame Vai Jul 2017
Those eyes.
In the face of a stranger,
800 miles from home

Nostalgia gripping all being.
A pang of familiarity,
Watching the false you
Losing sensation of breath and self

Stretching and piercing deep within,
Heartbeat; Heartache?
As skin recalled the touch
Of dissembled intention

Fingertips to caress,
Lips to promise and evoke,
A passion of two souls in tandem
Reaching for something
Zenith in existence

An exchange of emotion
A gift of connection
Without restriction
Awe of existence, and depth of being

Preparation for a reaping
Of exchange, and return.
Void of insight;
Bearing the fruit
Of misplaced intimacy

Vacant and hollow the reception
A chasm of lust
Intwined with need
Selfish and unforgiving

Setting fire to the dry tinder of a heart
Only to watch the flames
Engulf and destroy

Silently.
Furtively.
Withdrawal and reflection
Feeling the cold absence of touch
From this distance
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