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Nienke Mar 2014
we were walking
in a dark and empty city

we were looking
helpless and for pity

we were seeing
places for us two

even though i'm not so sure
if you could see them too

i looked into a window
and guess what i saw

it was not your name
on the television screen

but it was mine, my lostness
what caused me a heart attack

the words did not came out
all of a sudden everything went black

because of the title 'missed persons'
and you were not beside me

you were not beside me anymore
in panic i started to look around

and guess what my eye found

there, on the end of the street
i saw someone running

a black shape

and i'm sure it was you
searching for the horizon
Bluebird Dec 2014
Don't try to shape me with your mind,
because yesterday i was a bird.
Don't try to shape me with your mind,
i don't want to be you.
Don't try to shape me with your mind,
today i want to be shapeless,
And  If you don't try to shape me with your mind,
tommorrow i'll be something new.
Isha Kumar Dec 2014
A voiceless cry
shivers, trembles,
struggles and falters.
A result-less try.

Break free and escape
from this corrupt world.
This life is yours
and yours to shape.

Spread your wings
and take the flight.
Be free and see
what joy it brings.

Rewrite you fate,
oh voiceless cry!
This life is yours
and yours to create.

Spin your way
out the web of lies.
Escape the void
to a new day.

The world is yours,
oh voiceless cry!
It is up to you
to open the doors.

Don't look so wry,
oh voiceless one!
Get up again,
and again, you try.
Patterns float
obscured
by uncertain mists
recreating
a scene perceived
and painted
in washes of water colour
overlapping, merging
transfixed
fresh and timeless.

The shape
of routine activities
unpredictably change
or shatter
behind
the inexorable advance of time
as sequences
inevitably retreat
into a fading future
until the circle is complete.
M Dec 2014
Music that makes you cry
And a love that makes you want to die
A beat that makes you scream
And someone with whom to scheme

A world that never ends
The impossibility of making amends
A colonization you can not escape
The place that will never take shape

Taking over my mind...
So,
draw
your
  shining sword
and
let
me
show
you
the
pain
I
feel.
Skip Ramsey Nov 2014
I am a work...
     In progress...
          Not complete...
               But yet...
                    Not lacking...
I am a work...
     Of art...
          My beauty lies...
               Within my flaws...
                     For all to see...
I am a work...
     My triumphs and...
          My tragedies together...
               Equal partners...
                    In what I am...
I am a work...
     My past...
          My present...
               My future...
                    Together making me...
I am a work...
     My question is...
          How...
               Will you...
                    Shape me?
Will the clay ask the potter what will you make of me? (paraphrased)
///

the big river has moved toward the sea
and this tiny path has gone to the dark forest
the earth itself a rounded shape
but that spiritual whirls has no dimension

the diamond is a crystal that has too many faces
it shines and attracts all of us
you have also too many faces
but sometimes a few of it seems as the moon or the diamond

the crystal diamond
the moving earth
the dark forest
everything has a dimension
and that everybody has mentioned

but your long road that moves to dark
find a dimension
but you could not mention
always that has grown your tension

the silky moon
the crescent, half or full
has a distinct dimension  
but its dispersion has no dimension
even its beauty,
the spiritual face has no dimension
but it has attracted you and me

the forest that too dark at night
creating sound in your heart
the dark,
the sound
has no dimension at all
but we see the thunder on the sky
that has grown a certain dimension for a few seconds

you see the light in love
that has no dimension
but its gravity beyond
you can feel it into your soul,
when you are alone at a spring dawn,
and you see the god who has been calling you from the end of the path
though god has no dimension at all

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
where is the existence, either in matter or non matter and we trying to find all around......... even where there is a dimension or not but the ultimate........ ?????
The shape
of blissful thoughts
float like melodies
in the breeze
as limericks of love
to Nacy and me.

There's nothing left
but expectations
and wet sand
on melancholy evenings
beside listless tides
and lengthening shadows.
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