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Andre Flint Sep 5
Do I want to cry?
Do I want to laugh?

Should I enjoy life or let it pass
I feel so good but equally so awful

Stop killing people
Stop bringing pain

Death is the only source of peace
Can’t find it in the human life

I’ve felt pain
I’ve felt joy

But when is the happy ending?
Where does the hurt stop?

I like to think it will all work out
But that ***** not gonna happen
Bish Sinha Jul 31
I am not an angry woman
Though you try to make me so
I’m scrupulous. And sentient
And more than you’ll ever know.

I realise now, I don’t know you either
Not your song, only what you show
I don’t know your passions or your vices
Or what thoughts, through you, flow.

Thus, in that living equinox,
On that line in the sand,
Between all of me and all of you
We make our momentary stand.
You can have me as I choose
I won’t be carved by your hand.

So, look not, oh stranger, for my rage
For such a thing is but infernal
Instead, find in me an endless love
For I am Olga and I am, Eternal.
I wrote this for a friend. :)
Akhiz Munawar Jul 30
The phrase might go like this
Between those flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder
It all became evident
So, he showed an axe to his hair and tossed them in flames
Flames of every bridge he just burned
Thus, allowing rationality to rendezvous with his mind and soul
It’s a reciprocal arrangement nurturing a moral endeavor
One that nullifies willful blindness with concrete truth
Restraining all those peculiar idiosyncrasies of the heart
Flatlining prospects of getting lost in the familiar
A newfound resolve to honor the obvious
No more niceties of showing a candle to the sun
* Got a Haircut after 6 months… just wanted to give it some meaning.
Jess Jul 15
Cockroaches in corners
Concrete slabs
Clutching, cloaking, choking

Confined and
Constrained of a
Counterfeit life, I was the perfect
Charlatan of my encompassing separation.

Compelled into Self, oh yet
Cumbersome conditioning
Cultivating awareness within
Concentrated compression. I,

Capitulation. Cannot withstand these
Currents of clouded

Comfortable in this
Chaos, as I've finally
Concluded: It comprises all of me.
Completely void

Containing nothing,
Clear from attached perceptions
Captivating Silence.

Come through me
Crawl into my
Crash unto my shore

Caressing sensuality
Cascading        down, down, down
Composing my entirety.
Jul 11, 2020
preston Jun 8

On the edge of giving in,
there is a message,  she never stops hearing..

the one that tells her that she is '*****'
that everything done, was all her fault
that she is not worth my time
nor of the love  that I have for her--

a love,  for her well-being
not,  of one for her demise
yet still, she is reluctant
and the fault of it all, is my own..

I am from the family of man
and carry within me,  also
a fallen kind of love
yet, still.. I believe
and it sets me apart..  
though, still  down here

to things more apt
to be from above

Yet, still.. she is reluctant;
the message within her--
               it runs so deep

and I pray to the lord:
oh please, lay me down-
but her beautiful soul, here
please  do  keep.

And  I, myself.. am angry at the lord's
to mercifully allow mine
to go to sleep.

Qui diceris Paraclitus a iaculis pretium,
Mitte unitatis et pacis in mundo;
Contentiones sint in ultima posse de nobis putabis

Et a morte ad vitam.
There, I sit alone
In the empty voided room
Pondering what I could’ve done different
My hands were shaking
My mind was breaking
Such momentum could’ve killed a goddess
I look to the right
Nothing was left
I looked to the left
Nothing felt right
Squinting eyes to my surprise
Was the best choice in my entire life
I saw myself
My pale skin and scalp
My black hair and red eyes
That reflection upon the blackened skies
The day I understood myself torn
I was a monster with many forms
Fear me for I am the chaos
Fear me for i am the storm.
Poetic T Apr 13
I was never the one,

            I wasn't even the second
of what ever you thought you
wanted from us.

I was never going to be yours,

           I wasn't even mine,
I resisted the urge to look
at the scars
       where I'd been.

            I'd not been to
that place for a while.

But how can I be what others push,
        like I'm an addiction
waiting to be cured.
   There the needle pushing in my skin.
   breaking my resolution to not be
                           like I was before this.

Sorry, I couldn't give you a smile,
           I couldn't give you time,
           I couldn't even give you us.

                                      I'm not even mine..
Let the life be
As simple as

Or even
Than that
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Mantra On Happiness
Poetic T Mar 5
People often ask,

       "why am I an atheist,

  Did you not read the book..

                     And I answer,

you have just given the
for which you seek the answer to.
To my pile of candy stacked still high
And the dumbells that I always walk by
To my Bible left still collecting dust
And the nuts and bolts slowly growing rust

All fair resolutions never to be done
By YouTube or some temporary fun
Time flies when you don’t keep watch
Until the days all go on to be blotched

To the sounds of guitar unheard next door
And the poems I don’t know who to write for
To the dreams of stargazing and dancing and hiking
And those boba milk teas I need to stop buying

A new year seems too stressful for all this
When the digital calendar starts afresh
So why don’t I just do what I need to do
Whatever day it may be and let it be true
How are your resolutions going?
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