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Nathalie Mar 26
You are in me
and I am in you
There is nothing
you do that doesn't
involve me and nothing
I do that doesn't involve
you as we are all part
of the same oneness.
We are not always
mindful of this
as we see each
other as seperate
But in the mind
of the universe
We are all joined
So everything that
you do, everything
that I do, everything
that you give or
receive and everything
I embrace of
reject has a ripple
effect as we are
all connected.

To wind I lend my ears,
her pranks instantly cheers, then
on our separate ways.
Egeria Litha Mar 9
It's a terrible sadness as friends encourage gladness

These words are coming from Attic
made of dust, mental bones, and metal woes

Inner worlds are static
becoming so dramatic
paralyzed by avoiding Choice

Chest is deep in emotions
Brain leaps away from Moment

I speak of these without articles
as separate entities
their own particles
making the front page
because that's what they are
Depression at its finest.
Brynn S Nov 2018
Deep green
Withered screen
Soft skin
Rotting thin
Blessed boy
Restless joy
I cover it
Each heartache
Each pain
To feel you again
To understand touch
To remember such
Love me once more
Barriers will fall
We shall collide
Extremeties dissapate
Crooked smiles will align once again
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2018
Building a wall could be
The only choice

Whoever built
Genre: Abstract
Theme: Wall doesn't just stand tall, it is made to that height for a reason. First line of defence
Sage Sep 2018
An ocean couldn't separate us
That's what I say
Well an ocean came
From our eyes
As we said
Final goodbyes
Sister .. I'm so sorry ,
Didn't mean to cut the relationship..
Sister .. Forgive me,
I just don't want to be sad anymore..

There's a new girl who fall for your brother,
A girl who is so beautiful and wealthy.
Person who capable to meet him everyday.

I don't enjoy any competition if I am about to lose,
I don't think I can continue being a fighter for a man who can go through his day without thinking of me.
I don't think you would care either.

I'm glad that I've met you I hope you know that.
But now thing are so complicated, I can't effort living in sorrow forever.

Thank you for your kindness,
Thank you for the wedding day,
Thank you for appreciate the gift,
Thank you .. Thank you
Kira Aug 2018
I can’t keep denying these feelings
When my heart keeps screaming
I love you

I told myself that when I saw you again
I wouldn’t fall back
In love with you

It doesn’t make sense, the way that I feel
Our worlds are too separate for
Me to love you

Every time I walk away
I’d come back if
You told me you loved me.
You are not you

I am not me

We are not us

We are two seperate people

In two seperate places

Doing two seperate things

Pretending we don't miss each other

Pretending we're coping

Pretending we're fine

Like little kids, we're pretending

But the one thing about pretending they don't tell you, is that sooner or later, it's not pretending anymore

It becomes the real thing

Two seperate people

Two seperate places

Two seperate things

Two seperate strangers.
Sweet and strong flower
Set aside
having to deal with all the excess power
Politics corrupt the once functional family
She must shelter her only son
As the vulture's attack...
the press never tells solid truths...
Here it comes, another scandal "proclaimed"
by those creative nut-sacks.
She is forced to wear a smile
even though she is stronger than they may think or may know
Like "Superman" she disguises herself as Clark Kent
Acting mild and mild-mannered
although I know, she is a lot  like me
She is tough, independent, and wishing to fly free
She loves her country and family
however, she needs to save herself
As her once true love's attention was once with her, romantic
it is now more than for her. As it may benefit us in country
Family cannot be ruled like such
He needs to open his welded eyes focused too much on his family's dwindling attention
The coldness of false affections...
Doesn't the Trumpeter know?
As he sounds the "call of unity"
He needs antibiotics for his family's separation and diseases
from cold and empty and less feeling family halls
that makes them shake and sweat from the afflicted worries
As he cleans up the country...He needs to fix his family
Through these heartbreaking attacks
where Daddy has a lack of his heart beating
To them, he needs to show love's Breezes.
She shall finally break out and leave for more promised lands
where he stands, wondering, "Why?"
As she melts down their wedding bands.
She shall do the job that both parents do.
This is such a story set askew.
"Do your job," she does it well.
The haters can all go to their fiery deserved Hells.
Families deserve their "quiet and private eras"
Not to be run by Him like a well "oiled Factory"
The family might be citizens of this country"
That we all love and support him in doing a job "well done!"
In her heart, it does way a ton.
"Enough is enough"
"I am not a fragile and wilting flower"
She shall stand, to all, showing her pure beauty in strength
As she fights they ill faded and critical mouth's showers.

I call her "The Sweet and Strong Flower"
Not as a diss
It is more than this...
It is a compliment.
Beauty is only skin deep
As such are stereotypes...
They are made by the thin-skinned and weak minded...
As she shall show, through time...Her true inner power...
She is the one with tact and true-hearted plans
For country and foremost, family.
She shall be the one to point the last finger
"I've been the one, to your misfortuned future, to prevented such... to you I reminded.."
"Stay obsessed with a job, a career, or power"
"Since I'm not your Definition"
"A weak and Fragile Flower."
Dedicated To Melania Trump. I am a huge Trump Supporter...But, heck guy, your family needs you. especially your fine and strong wife.
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