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Nylee Jul 24
Someday, somewhere
we'd meet
you'd see my face
and ignore me.
Like those who know me do.
August Jul 23
a feeble attempt to start a conversation
“His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed.
His eyes come open with a pull of will,
Helped by the yellow may-flowers by his head.
A blind-cord drawls across the window-sill . . .
How smooth the floor of the ward is! what a rug!
And who's that talking, somewhere out of sight?
Why are they laughing? What's inside that jug?
"Nurse! Doctor!" "Yes; all right, all right."

But sudden dusk bewilders all the air—
There seems no time to want a drink of water.
Nurse looks so far away. And everywhere
Music and roses burnt through crimson slaughter.
Cold; cold; he's cold; and yet so hot:
And there's no light to see the voices by—
“No time to dream, and ask—he knows not what.”
Irene J Apr 10
Somewhere beyond the sea,
lay a no man island.
Hidden with a mystery
no man dare to reveal.

The sound of the waves
keeps on sweeping me away
from the land,
taking me to somewhere,
with no destination.

And then I know.
Somewhere beyond the sea,
there is hope,
with a hopeless dream.
Tizzop Dec 2019
true inspiration is hard to
find since inspiration will
find you

don't you sleep ever again; you
could miss something
a DEEP attachment... check out youtube: OFFICIAL Somewhere over the Rainbow - Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwoʻole
Smiling Queen Jul 2019
"I don't love him anymore" , my mind convinces me.
But still he lies somewhere inside my heart.

~your smiling queen :)
I still love him.
Tess Jul 2019
I feel like I’m in a dark room
Without light or a sense of direction
I used to be scared by the infinite gloom
But now I know you’re somewhere in it
Jayantee Khare Jun 2019

from pillow talks
having pillows only to talk with,
somewhere we mature...
from more than friends
just friends
somewhere we lose our self esteem...

After a long break felt like posting something
Huxley Web Jun 2019
I want to go there
Where the trails are boxed in with trees
The only sound being birds telling stories
I want to go where light doesn't pollute the sky
where the stars can be seen for miles
I want to go where the snow is endless
powdered and light and easy to fall in
I want to go where the days are short
but the nights are long.
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