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Onyx Jul 2018
whispers usher the buried, regrettable staircases of the ugly past
I dread to climb
fearing the scabs of yesterday to bleed anew.

what unwholesome lies I had strung
the threads of which interlaced with My reality
till I couldn’t tell either apart;
what hues I deceitfully brushed upon the dismal horrors that otherwise were colorless,
those terrors reborn to a novelty akin to Beauty.

blurring the lines between falsity and truth
I wonder now
whether it was merely for some higher justice
or just to hide my ugly self from infamy?
(Part one)
Salmabanu Hatim Jun 2018
After years of marriage,
We are now gnarled ,symbolic old trees,
It's fruits ripened and matured,
In fine tune with each other.
While I nap he watches his sports channel,
Then he  dozes and I watch my favourite programmes.
We share the same bowl of soup,
I don't mind if he slurps,
He does not mind if I spill some.
We have fun in the kitchen,
He helps me to cut the veggies and do the dishes,
If I admonish him for not doing them properly,
He gives me a toothless smile.
People would think we are fighting,
But its natural for us to speak loudly,
We are hard at hearing.
He loves cake,
He is my best cake mixer,
They come out soft and fluffy.
He drives,
I am his guide,
Stop, go slow, turn right ,so on.
Sometimes my friends and I meet to have coffee,
He goes out to meet his cronies in the park.
He enjoys to tease me or put me down,
I just shrug him off,
"Away with you old man"
I tend to nag a bit,
He does not mind.
At end of the day after a toothless kiss,
He holds my hands tightly,
Looks at me lovingly and says,
"We have made it so far love."
After years of marriage we had become as one.
Shubham Solanki Jun 2018
The art within you
can't be subdued
lest wrecking thy soul
so i say own not atone
an' once you know
the salient source
channel it right
inspire sullen minds
for 'tis meant to share
with some love to spare
Know what inspires you and share it with the people you love.
Bethie Jun 2018
My future life with poetry
Began at a rummage sale
When I was young and innocent
So sweet and kind and frail

I had a dollar from my mom
To "spend it wise" she said
I looked and looked for pretty things
Her words inside my head

I saw some little figurines
My sister went to buy
I began to get a bit desperate
Until something caught my eye

I saw a book, just sitting there
A cover of musty blue
It seemed so sad and lonely
That somehow I felt it, too

I picked it up and bought it
Not knowing what was started
For in my hands were lines of gold
That from me would not be parted

Those poems helped to shape my life
And read them, I still do
But now I make my own to share
For me, and yes, for you
Tengo el pecho lleno de calor,
el aire me lo dijo y me canto una canción.
Tengo el alma y grita a veces,
aveces me oculto entre la gente,
no por que tema a mostrarme,
es que prefiero pasar inadvertido,
para cuando el viento me señale,
haberlo antes sorprendido.

Las voces en mi mente
susurran como las ramas de un arbol,
me lo digo a mi mismo,
y en mi interior resueno;
aveces solo aveces
sueño con ella,
aún que ya no recuerdo su voz.
Aún recuerdo la lluvia,
el camino a mi casa,
un suspiro, un minuto de alavanza
y el dibujo de un sonrisa en mi cara.

Si escribo es para romperme en pedazos,
para que alguien, tan solo alguien
comparta mi canto,
por que no quiero volar solo,
quiero surcar los cielos
con un coro de voces que brillen
voces oscuras,
otros matices,
que sigan mi vuelo
o que me muestren el suyo.
Lady Grey Apr 2018
I take a knot inside my head
Out to see what’s left instead
A jumble of words
And tied-up thoughts,
But to know what’s there
Is all for naught

For only I can truly see
What the world
Could really be
In my vast imagination.

It’s a pain
It really is
To see the beauty up in there
Wrapped up in confusion’s stare
And unable to explain.

All the knots inside my brain
Will always there remain,
For I, a simple dreamer, fair
May never get the chance to share.
I can never fully put my thoughts and imaginings into perfect sense, the way that I think of and see them, so they remain jumbles of string inside my head
EVewritesss Apr 2018
Boy that I mean
Who I interested
He cool and cold
Yes.
Complete.
Somehow he makes me fill in his situation, in his world
Somehow I lost it
Somehow I don't understand what to do with him
How grateful, we get 'time' that
Unexpected we did together
So, I promise will do anythings with heart never want to fail and keep confident..
That 'cool boy' ; drug of life.
Why? Can you describe what thing or person can make you more wide and friendly to be?
I choose him ( one of many things)
He isn't my ambision, just like my qoute hanged in wall.
Every day I read it, see it, and fill me.
Oh yah, he just like pathogens inject my receptor antibody.
Oke that's already flat.
Bye for prepare anygoodbyes.
Write every single worlds That can make you happy, and fix your situation. It works if you can pour it all with your deep heart sound. So excited if you can share too. Hihi

                                  Loveshare, ve.      #lovewriteve #heart #eye
Coraline Hatter Apr 2018
Let's run away
to places we've never seen
Let's meet people
that become friends in just a second
Let's get lost
in every moment we share
Let's run away
and never come back.
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