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semiconcious Jun 18
Sometimes you stumble upon a key
It was a weird key that does not fit anywhere
Yet continue with your journey
A lock may have lost keys
But a key will always have a lock that it can unlock
this is all about how sometimes we feel lost in life. but we all have our purpose.
You say, creation is the only power.
but , what about destructing a stone and carving wonder???
the 20th century is the man power of the 20th century
the 20th century is the stool of the 20th century
the 20th century is a skilled stool
man power is a stool of man power
man power is a stool of a 20th century
man power is a skilled stool
the 20th century is a skilled of the 20th century

the 20th century is a skilled of man power
experience is a stool of experience
experience is experienced of a stool
experience is experienced of man power
experience is a skilled experience
experience is a power of experience
power is a skilled power

power is a skilled experience
power is a skilled 20th century
power is a skilled stool
power is man power of a stool
power is man power of a 20th century
power is man power of a experience
a skill is a skilled man power
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words liked gracious,extravaganza,etcโ€ฆ this poem is about a skill is a skilled man power. i donโ€™t add capitalizationโ€™s on my writing.
Carlo C Gomez Oct 2020
Out of touch with the ground
I walk a thin line

I am in lonely equilibrium
A broken umbrella

Swinging to-and-fro
On this trapeze

Coming untethered
From these elapsing heart strings

New love's dividing line
Depends upon its precise timing

Port de bras
The illusion of imponderable lightness

Take a leap of faith
Reach out for me
Mystic Ink Plus Sep 2020
Teach me
I have not

Let me
Explain rightly
You have already
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Insight
Mrs Timetable May 2020
I must say
I faintly recall
The telling of your
Intensely sensed
I paid no mind
How very rude
As drool came out
Of my mouth
A cat nap
You left me in my slumber
I now understand
My blunder...
โ€œListeningโ€ really is
A skill
Chalk this up
To empirical research
I will
HP poet BLTโ€™s word of the day โ€œEmpiricalโ€
Four May 2020
An ordinary river is continuously flowing,
Where different water species are roaming,
But none of them are really surviving,
They stay for a while and later end up dying.
Until one day a master came in,
Everyday he is deeply staring,
He noticed a fish that is not dying nor moving,
That made the river realize the fish is not leaving,
Together, the river and the fish began blooming,
People started recognizing, visiting and appreciating,
From then on both the river and the fish live to be seizing.
There are lots of ideas in our minds, that's making us do and try lots of things but it tend to be end up failing everytime. I believe we all have that one great thing which will lead us to the path where we will live significantly. If we once find it, embrace and focused on developing it and enjoy the previledges it comes with.
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
An artist's hands are never clean.
A smudge of black, a splash of green...
Worn and scarred, they present
to life and hard work, a testament.
Calloused & bent, yet skilled in their craft,
from holding a pen or a brush by the shaft.
Stained with paint or ink or charcoal,
an Artist's hands are the tools of his soul.
Or her soul... X'D... or whatever... this was an olllld poem that I wrote in high school.. it's in an old journal dated 03-27-01... but it was much older than that... I think it was inspired by an art teacher that I had... I can't remember... might have been straight from my imagination... X'D
Before I act, Iโ€™ll think to ask
Where each simple action leads
By looking ahead (a useful task)
Iโ€™ll plant some amazing seeds

Results do not come unaware
Blown in by whim or chance
They come by taking loving care
And by thinking in advance

So look ahead I gladly will
My just rewards Iโ€™ll reap
Iโ€™ll practice at this helpful skill
Form a habit that Iโ€™ll keep

Many mistakes I can prevent
By thinking where this leads
โ€œLooking Aheadโ€ is heaven sent
To help me choose my deeds
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Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2019
That smile
Is alternate medicine

Still wonder!
Why every textbook
Missed to mention
Genre: Almost Romantic
Theme: Healing
Author's Note: And sometimes, without being a medical professional, without any degree, without any registration, someone has a healing divinity. You will be healed in a right way, and that is beautiful. Have you ever vibe that?
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