Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Sometime I feel,
I am dead
Then,
I pinch
Myself.

Sometime I feel pain
Sometime, I don’t

Often
I live, I die.

Finally
I turned my head around,
Too many figures.
Then
asked myself,
If I am dead,
What they are?

Once,
I used to live.
Once,
They used to live.

For a reason.
Theme: Autobiography. when, nothing matters.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Polychromic world
Alluring Colors
Aesthetic beauty,
Panoramic utopia
Magic smell
Visible, and invisible
Art work in display
Characters with expressions
No end, and the beginning
An abstract sum
Sanity sense
Authentic truth
Measuring life
Realm of the soul and spirit
Closed eyes, yet to see more
Delights over vivid views
Beyond languages,
Waving flag,
Meeting in a half way
Thus, Status updates.
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
I’m a none,
Escaped from myself
Just to be an anonymous

A nameless face
Harboring a soul,
Inspiring reflection,
In a finite of time
Travelling in a circle
Over crosses and lines,
Budding path of life
Sacrificing all the senses
Truth is one, perceived it in a different way
Genre: Spiritual
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Searching a value of “X”
Entered a elite Pub
Faced Daruma eyes without a familiar face
I was Alien to them, and they were to me.

In a drunk state,
Arousing reasons, absence sense
A query of its own  
Bar tender placed s/t in equidistance ground
Judging people by the questions, they ask
Who got the skin, who got the bones
Difference between living and existing
A winner and a looser
“Why”, “What”, “Who” : never ending interrogations
Less control over all senses
Dare to answer all noble teachers
In Wiki’s failure, repeatedly shaking a head

Value of a "Signature"
Weights value of your “X”
Found an enlightening answer
Dynamic code of a life
My 2nd thought, "A drunk seems master of all."
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
who wrote
that
love
letter

why was
it
shaped
like that

pay attention
we love her

what should this mean to you
who are you
you are
crazy

where is she
she left me
listening

she left me listening
to
her
sorrow

slow down
your tears are
running
down
my
sleeve

oh no
they
caught me
singing
here
me
i
had you


we know you know
passing oceans blue
cut below them
what poem
?




















...
..
.
since cents
or
the
non
scent
...
..
.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Behind the scene,
Into the realm of light
Heard a familiar name
Through inner voice    
With a soulful eyes, and
Affection display,
Confounding senses
Ecstasy or despair
A honest submission,
Voice of a source
Humans are the weird ones
Even though,
Nothing compares to you,
Calm, like Emo
One of a kind
Inspired by vivid life.
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections. 2018.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
A beautiful night
With a Milky way up head
No terms and conditions
A synchronized pace
Virtuous silence
Easing the mind,
Scarlet memories
Consolidated reality,
Distance vanishes aside
Contentment calls
Nerves under alert
Unplanned dreams

Day, next
Jet lag on awake
Exploring the sense
Confessing Dream catcher
Being true to the self


Let’s never awake
Sunset to sunrise
Mastering an art,
Human compassion
Crafting dreams
One can be either way,
A reality or a dream.
What if we could control over the dream? In the era of AI (artificial Intelligence) Robot can communicate with humans, days are not too far, when we can craft Dreams.
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections. 2018.
Hie Yamaha Wegman ****** voyager, voted vonage valuable, unrepentant TIME Magazine subscriber. Spotify sportsman Snapchat smartly. Sleuth slenderman silences Shutterfly schvitzing. Saxby sassy Santander sais sage rues rudimentary router rotorooter.

Royale Rococco rigged remarkably regular referee reefers red reddit reeder recuperating. Reconnaissance recluse really rabid. QVC quotient quoting, quo quoi quivering quite quirky. Quisling quipped. Quintuplets quintessentially quiet. Quids Quicken questions.

Quartermaster qualified quaint quaffing quadrilateral Pythons. Pyrex pylons put purdy purposeful puny punsters punching. Pumpkin pumice publicized prudential protean pros properly pronouncing prolific prodigies.

Proletariats professors' problematic. Pro privileges prioritized. Principle primates prevaricate. Preppy pregnant, praying prattler possibly Porgie. Poseidon pooping poodle ponders poppycock. Plum? Polite poison pods ply pitiful pinterest.

Pinhead Pillsbury pillager Pi. Pigskin pierce petsmart pests permanently. Perdition percolates peppered PennState pedigreed PearlJam Patagonian. Pastor pastes passion passably. Papas' paginated orbitz okayed. Nutty node needs money.

Next netzero nee naugahyde. Nattering nationwide nabob Moxie Molly McGee. Monosodium livingsocial joyus je kickstarter. Identityguard Huffington GMO. Gluten Glutamate footloose fancy free footlocker. Fingerhut fetishistic fabrication Cingular.
Annete Dec 2017
When I sing the lyrics
Of my favorite songs
And feel through every line
I wonder, how did they
Came up with the words
As I sense that they were mine.
sing for me
Next page