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𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑
  𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡'𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢 ,     
𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑐𝑎𝑏
𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 ,
𝑏𝑦  𝑓 𝑜 𝑟 𝑤 𝑎 𝑟 𝑑 𝑖 𝑛 𝑔
𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟  𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒-𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒...
If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be. – Unknown.
Druzzayne Rika Oct 2020
Skim through the pages of my life,
Skip through the lies I've been entwined,
It is the story of the girl trying to please
You, me and everybody, trying for your love.
I loathe the very picture she becomes,
It is very like she wilts without your approval,
She'd be giving pieces of her to all,
but next day, naturally, she finds herself in trash.

It isn't kind, the life she creates with her head,
her best attempts causing natural disrupts,
the purpose to be everyone's friend,
makes her enemy of her own self.
She lost everyone, love and inspite
and despite everything, she writes another write.

It is terrible, what I do with her,
She has been ruining everything for me,
Her and I, together, we make a lonely picture.
Skip this, and be free from this.
The end chapter, what went by,
no one knows, maybe she died alone
in the worn out sweater she had grown,
She hoped, her end might have pleased them all.
annh Sep 2019
Subway skip jive,
Off and on,
Up and over,
Been and gone.

Mind your wallet,
Watch your step,
Take your seat,
Turn right, lean left.

Token trav’lers,
Quick, quick, slow,
We’re underground,
And on the go.

‘I loved the abandoned subway stations, rushing past the darkened platforms, the sprawl of graffiti like old letters. Letters left by ghosts.’
- Hannah Lillith Assadi, Sonora
JT Nelson Jun 2019
Rounded smooth
Mostly flat
The perfect stone must fit
In hand comfortably
With index finger extended
Along the back edge

With a step forward
And twist of the body
A side-arm sling
Low to the water
Whip and a fling
Last bit to touch the stone

The aim is out
Not up
Not down
A trajectory of perfect velocity
And angle to deflect the earth
And skip


A­nd then the sink
To bottom
Lost forever
After giving it’s life
To a perfect skip
Across the water leaving
Finding then skipping the perfect stone was my medium as a young artist standing in shin-deep crystal clear water in Minnesota as a child and teen. Scanning for stones through ripples. Picking, lifting, judging... skipping. Always trying to get better.... always trying for the longest skips.
M H John Jun 2019
i measure time
by the amount of beats
my heart skips
the longer that i am away from you
Druzzayne Rika Mar 2019
I always have a feeling I don't fit
I am not an expert in social niceties
All my conversation comes out too forced
And all my reaction little too slow

I like the corner of the room
a place where no eyes will zoom
an invisible entity
with a hint of superiority

I am entitled to my thoughts
but not of anything else
I am so conceited self
when not kept in check

I am unique
no mirror yet found
so is everyone special
a no good excuse, please

I crib and cry
I live and lie
I have growing feeling of
I want and I cannot

This continues for long
I really do not belong
the chances are that
there are no chances
I just want to skip it
Shofi Ahmed May 2018
Every day that shines
down the sun
I wonder what has it to hide.
In the end, it only dips
down into the deep night.

I've been looking around
counting day after day.
Now years went by
countless things I see
pretty much all things.
But what’s in the hide?

Tell me where?
If you know the way.
I am been skipped
I see me not
looking with my eyes!
Marie-Lyne Oct 2018
Do not speed your life
Do not skip moments
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