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Poetic T May 2020
I was always moving around,
a step that stops isn't
meant to be moving anymore.
               Well I'm always being told.
So I carry on walking.

But in my line of
work, I'm on the road
more often than I'm not.
                    And some times I'm
in places just mere hours.

Could I stay, would I
want to ever settle down,
don't know really, I sigh.
If I were to quit
            my day job, I laugh..

Go on as you mean
to, tread faster than
the foot behind you.
I'm always on my toes,
          A trail of breadcrumbs.

That's all I leave them.
        Wish you were here's,
wrote in blooded pride.
       Silent but deadly, leaving odours.
A new man walks in pride..
Rupert Pip Apr 2020
Under the gentle hug of a cherry blossom spring
She found herself while lost at sea.
Rain soaks through her precious skin
As the wooden raft rocks over violent waves.

‘Breathe…’ she murmurs to herself.
The cotton touch of grass wraps around her fingers.

Her mind snaps back to the terrible terrain.
Lost. Bewildered. Endangered.
Unsafe as those who hang from tall places,
as scared as those who beg to rich faces.

‘Breathe…’ she murmurs to herself.
The sun and moon exhale.
Their whispers kiss her lips.
Her body enveloped in natures tender care
While chemicals fight with angered cries.

The wooden planks break.
The sea removes her breath.
Drowning in the face of it all
While her lungs are filled with water.

‘Breathe…’ she murmurs to herself.
‘What’s wrong with here and now?’
A leaf falls down and greats her body.
Like a warm day,
She glows.
‘Breathe...’ she murmurs to herself.
Jenish Mar 2020
Green quill glides down from gray sky
Sweet song sung soft on branch high
Is she cried for her lost love?
While he lay down, a grave sigh.
Espresso manic Jan 2020
The images of you
are sore sights to my innocent
eyes. Every adventure
with you made time
slow down and our coincident
heart beats flutter.
The shape of you was meant
to fit on my chest,
now loneliness tortures
my mind with the concept
of you.
Alex Z Jan 2020
One day,
I'm dead,
Those who hate me,
rise and dance in a happy mood,
Those who love me,
Cries and tears like morning dew.
The second day,
My body was buried deep in the ground,
Those who hate me,
Looking at my grave,
With a smile on their face,
Those who love me,
dare not to look back at my place
feeling something was misplaced
One year later,
My bones have rotted,
My grave was clotted,
Those who hate me,
Occasionally mention me after tea,
Aimlessly ascension like a flying bee.
Those who love me,
In the dead of night,
Silent tears to whom may cry?
aya Dec 2019
your flaws
could never
have me
love you
less
i rlly wna talk to him but hes busy playing :(
Varsha K Dec 2019
From our first I love you
to last goodbye,
Its been a ride of
regret & sigh.
Robert D Nov 2019
When I close my eyes at night
I want to think of you
I want us to be happy
I want to dream of you
I want you in my arms
I want your kiss
I want to know you're there
I want to feel you near me
I want you to feel this way too
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