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Umi Feb 2018
The glory of the heavens which reflect such delicate blue,
Are alike a protective ceiling, keeping us safe from harm,
Where might this harm come from if above is empty space ?
Well, firstly it manages to brighten up the day more
Secondly it takes care of the sun's deadly rays, filtering,
purifying it in the most noble sense, a breathing sky.
The heavens far above are not without danger, but worry not,
for they are too far out of our reach, thus our eyes are the only,
fragile, valuable sense which is able to grap it's visibility,
Beyond this ceiling is where the stars inhabit, all of the planets too!
But the heaven is which gifts us the wonderful, stunning, warm,
bright colours of sunrise and sunset, thus alone is a reason to
love them furthermore.
In this wretched, corrupt and unrighteous world it is of great
importance to keep track of little things which cheer our way.
It could be a simple word, heaven or just the light of day.

~ Umi
I tried a new style once I hope it is somewhat enjoyable
Skylar Keith Jan 2018
20:00 - Dinner
Alone but entertained
I like it that way

21:00 - Skype calls
Not having talked for four days
I've missed her yet the occasional silence is nice

22:00 - Fillers
Scrolling through pictures and sharing thoughts
A pleasant and calm feeling

23:00 - Rethinking
The first hypothetical theories about the day
Laughing at the slip-ups to push them away

00:00 - Reflecting
Doubting choices throughout the week
Faking a small smile

01:00 - Endurance
A familiar feeling spreads
Downcast eyes and a facade of peace

02:00 - Creative
New ideas and thoughts fill up the space
Pick and choosing which ones would hurt the most now

03:00 - Idealistic
Reading stories about happiness, pain and change
Wondering what will become of me

04:00 - Closure
Horrible thoughts tearing down the last walls
Curling up and crying again

05:00 - End
Following a familiar routine before sleep comes
Cradling the broken mind
A familiar Routine
Quinntin Bravo Dec 2017
alone
surrounded by the people I don’t know anything about
the people I have a history with
here I am
here and now
and now only
thinking
feeling
being
in the present
yet tempted by anything and everything else
why think about what has already happened
why feel for something that hasn’t happened yet
why be anything other than what I am now
would it make a difference
but as much as I want it to be that way
I feel for the past
and think about the future
and wish to be anything other than what I currently am
my body is present
while my mind wanders elsewhere
but
only now
now and here
I am here
alone
Thoughts of who and where I am and where I've been and where I've gone. Although those can't be put things can't be put onto paper, this is my best representation.
Deep le Ning Oct 2017
Ordered bash iron G
OH Oho, Bridge
You missed you all
will but it, Ring around
a OK feet,
wear me.

We by does
and enough so before
The skin a More
SOS

Can't castaway bell inside
someone here Smacking
I my cameras a loneliness ramping,
but the mean Alright.

Pain September flashing send out loving
I'll told up two up!
on 3000.

Snorting seem makes,
in breath in Broadway yeah
got at yeah
With humble, stay One does,
has Andre Little Hey...
god magic formal deeds
she's you, aay.

Blud Snorting
Uh, your ya must just Every man,
Thought there's least
Benji James Jul 2017
I used to think I had the power
Thought I could have been her man of the hour
And how can I keep holding my head in my hands
Thinking where did what we had end
All I say doesn't seem to make sense
Unless you're a person who has been where I am
I used to feel like a soldier
I used to be her shoulder
I could weigh all the hate in my hands
But lately, I don't feel like much of a man
When all these little things are ripping at me
All the smallest things won't give me a break
Maybe I just need to get away
Not sure if I have what it takes
To catch the glass before it breaks
But I can't surrender to the mess
Even though it has me caught in chains
Soon I'll prove I can stand before who I am
Even though I couldn't bare this reflection before
You gotta love and believe in yourself
Before you can truly love somebody else.

©2017 Written By Benji James
Inkveined Jul 2017
Reinvent myself

I want to be someone else

Reinvent myself

I want to have a full shelf

Of stories to tell

No more throwing pennies

Down a wishing well
Sometimes I need to write more than I need my next meal
Jawad Jun 2017
A mother's lullaby
The orchard's scent
The songs of nightingale
A baby's conscious
And its first looks

A worker's hope
The morning after a storm
The essence of a flower
Wishes of a little girl
The concerns of a grandmother

The poems of a lover...
Looking for purity in life...
NA Jun 2017
I bet you're wondering if I miss you or if I'm only just lonely.
I bet you it's neither one nor the other, It's both, honestly.

How do you describe an emptiness
That swallows you whole?
What does it feel like to be full?
What is the word for lack of emotional intimacy? Undeveloped feelings of affection and illiteracy
in the language of love?

How do you release in healthy ways?
How do you close your eyes,
At the end of the day
Without self eroding highs
And shaking hands that feel like standing still in an earthquake?

How do you believe in something
enough that you become it?

I bet you think I'm only just lonely or that I miss you a lot
I'd bet the opposite of both, but maybe I'm better off not.
Jazzelle Monae Jun 2017
And I don't know
but maybe I'm not supposed
to be who I once was
What is this radical notion
that I have to move backwards
in order to be me?
Perhaps in rebuilding myself
I can allow a few tweaks
Some new upgrades
Maybe a new me
Is who I'm supposed to be
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