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Allesha Eman Oct 12
I found that the cracks in my skin began to heal whenever the moonlight lingered by my window,
during the nights when I let the wind bring in its cooling remedies.

I would sit still, lost in my head,  
With a storm brewing in my swollen heart,
Ruminating as I opened my eyes,  
And I watched the dainty fabric of my curtains as they danced with the cold breeze.
Slowly sunlight leaked into the sky as birds sang their delicate songs,

And I found my restlessness fast asleep on my palms.
For a moment, time was standing still and I was...

healing.
lua May 27
the sun goes by, and it sets
as we lie and ruminate
in empty rooms inside our heads
and the days come late
while the nights draw near
we run in circles on the hands of fate
as we eat our fears
one by one
the moon goes by, and it sets
the days are gone
nothing but whispered threats
but we draw blood
and it drips
on soil and mud
during crashed road trips
to a destination that dies
as we grow close
and it splits,
divides
crossroads.
J J Nov 2019
Life is madness,
But try not to get caught
to the trap of getting too easily
                             astonished.
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
My thoughts are on a merry go round,
churning my mind in perpetual cycles
till it has been named chaos.

A certain memory rings in my ear,
deafening out the world;
as it climbs and slithers down my spine
echoing through the hollow shell I've become.
Cole Maxwell Apr 2019
There's a time in, dare I say,
Every man's life where he must
Choose between what is wrong
And what is not going to help.
He must be able to see that
What is right will not be the correct answer;
What is wrong will be the path to go.
For in these times, a man will realize that
What he seeks is not for him to obtain,
But acknowledge it as a mirage on the horizon,
Some distance away,
On a course that would seal his fate.
Lost at sea is the man who obtains what he seeks,
For his worth he keeps in his shirt pocket,
Limited by the darkness that surrounds it.
He knows not the detriment that lurks below
As he drowns in his own greed,
Betrayed by the hands of his own god.
amber Aug 2018
sterilize my mind
you
are an addictive habit
maybe if i chew gum
with the flavor of you
i can beat this addiction
Mark Donnelly Jun 2018
It runs through my mind like all the time,
Going this way and that,
What is up and what is left is to much,
If I think right I might lose,
If I go down I go far,
Why go anywhere at all?
When all I have is here,
Right inside my mind.
What is rumination? What is its purpose? Is there a purpose?
Paul C Jan 2018
You—
Beautiful life-form, or abomination—
Are a culmination,
Agglomeration of a life’s worth of
Experiences thus far.
All of them,
The good and the bad,
Have resulted in you—
And here you stand,
A unique entity of the atomic form,
A breathing, living creature
At the height of the current moment.
You have
The power—
Whether it be to trust fate,
Or to follow your intuitions—
To ultimately
Forge a path of your own.
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