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Sindi Jun 17
On a ferry
It feels so lovely and calm
Gently rocks like it will take forever
But before you know it you are asleep
And the tour guide is waking you to get off the ferry
© Sindi Kalumba
Tony Tweedy Jun 14
I lie upon the soft field grasses,
and look up upon the blue.
To ease the mind to rest,
and let my eyes take in the view.

Vapour shaped by wind,
that drifts high upon the restful scene.
To float upon the pastel,
leaving no trace where it has been.

Shapes of white and grey,
like soft pillows in the air.
That by some subtle contortion,
transform, 'til naught is there.

Others drift across the daylight,
as if on some predestined course.
propelled across the sky,
by a breath of nature's unseen force.

I wonder where they go,
what bidding do they do.
As they glide along their way,
until far beyond my capsuled view.

Sun's warmth in temporary instalments,
as shadows come and go.
The shade and shadow's fall,
slightly cool all that is far below.

Through my eyes now closed,
of soft patterns I remain complete aware.
As warmth and slight chill mark the clouds,
that march upon the springtime air.
Merlie T Jun 7
I'll choose
this spot
right here.
Its mighty nice
A cool wind blowing
Chirps make up
white noise.
A field of grass
Sun streams and endless blue

I am famished.
Enjoying a beautiful day in nature
Juliana May 1
Under a blanket of deadlines,
of exams proctored by a machine,
eye movements consistent
with a learner’s lie,
I found solace tonight.

I decided not to give a ****.

My computer remained unopened,
a calendar a forgotten application,
not a thought given
to the glare of a grade book.

My bed was warm,
the cloth of sheets and PJs
wrapping around my body like a hug,
hiding me from the ghosts,
shed from the television screen.
Ghosts that wiped my tears
after the hours of repeated drama.

While my sheets slept,
I opened a page.
No, not a page full of fact,
the monotonous monster
which is studying,
but a separate world.

I ceased to exist,
become one with a novel,
falling deeper,

I won’t even remind myself
that tomorrow, I’ll have to work.
Young bird learns to fly
By spreading his wings widely
His lungs get relax
Indonesia, 15th March 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Ani Feb 10
like the waves
like the stars
like the trees or like the grass.

like the cundle beside you that gives light to your darkness

like the plate on the sink half empty and now *****

like the cup of coffee that you shared that specific morning

like the rain and like the clouds
like the sun and like the snow

like the book you've just read
or the movie you've just watched

like the arguemnts that reminds you true love
like their touch or their kiss
like their hug or their lips

that's how beautiful life is.
hard times but this is beautiful
Teddy S Jan 14
Everyday is stressful
It’s hard to talk, I’m anxious all the time, my grades aren’t good enough,
The list goes on and on
But at the end of the day, I can relax
Night is my favorite time because no one bothers me
No sisters always in my space,
No moms and grandmothers who keep asking for things from me over and over when I have work to do,
No constantly helping people through their problems,
No constantly trying to please everyone,
Just peace by myself as The Office plays on my TV deep into the early morning,
Just time for me,
I read my favorite books,
Watch my favorite shows,
And turn on my favorite music as I get lost into the rabbit hole of an amazing fantasy world
There is no rush,
Only breath.

There is no stress,
Release that notion.

Just let it be,
        let it be.

Listen to your heart beat,
Dance to its song.
Sway to its rhythm
Like you should have all along.

Make an intention,
Set it to motion.
Keep your head
Above life's commotion.

This day is a gift,
This life is a light.
Your soul is a beam
That can brighten the night.

Smile like a full moon,
Shoot like a star.
Be the best you,
The true you that you are.
Con Dec 2020
oftentimes we think
that just because we’re not swimming,
we’d stopped moving.
overwhelmed by the vastness of the sea
oftentimes we forget
that we are allowed to just float,
be thankful for the skies
and let the wind do its job
to take us to the shore
taking my time
facing the skies
Daivik Nov 2020
the winds, they blow

Moments elapse
While I have a doze

Where do they go?
I do not know.
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