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Orakhal Jul 2020
Above below
below above be conceptual

space bes space bes space

emotions bes light and heavy to a body
depending on the vibe rate spin and velocity

belief bes emotional re solve
not mental resolution capturing essence to the imagination

this bes the best way to gauge a vibe rate sign to nature

The Shake to any object or form
moves its vibrational content
in unison to that shaking it

This bes as emotion bes in the human body

moved by alls vibrational spill
Orakhal Jul 2020
To embody light fully

one becomes light

drops the illusion ones becoming it
Orakhal Jul 2020
a non physical entity
wears no physical body

as a physical entity
wears a non physical body
Orakhal Jul 2020

may **** all in you

but you never **** the killer

mind cant die

only content to be re shuffled

all enemies
dissolve away

az creators
stop creating one to fight
Angiepraise Jul 2020
I have no distinct poetic agenda
Upon the earth I wonder,
With a curious mind that can't help but linger
They birth thoughts that haunt me
That won't let me sleep
Until I spill the beans
Somewhere in my mind I try to hide these meanings and I'm perturbed,
What if they hurt your feelings.
I spew the guts that finds my lips,
Telling the stories in perfect niche
A collage of mixed messages
They find me together, sometimes leave me broken
It's the hardest of things you will ever think
It's passion, truth and beauty.
Coerced into what I call the poetic trinity.

Poetry means the world to me. Can’t help it
As a writer,I try to
Write write and only write.
Just to spill my thoughts on the board white.
I have no expectations for future be bright.
No tantrum no act of fight.
I just wanna potrait a world right.
Every writer is unique in his/ her own way. what is it you as a writer wanna do..???
Erian Rose May 2020
I was born a poet
before I realized
I was sneaking behind
plastered brick walls
at recess bells
transforming the world
into words
spilling ink pens dry
I was born a poet
I embraced beauty,
enfolded magic,
encased the man on the moon,
tracing bare sentences
amidst pure wonder
until their final moments
till they cried
the truths of neverland
upon the immense star clusters
I am a poet
Anastasia Aug 2019
when i think of you
words spill out my brain
when i'm with you
they all disappear
when i talk
i have to make sure
that they don't spill out of my mouth
Gabriel Aug 2019
When will I stop calling you whenever I'm drunk?
It feels like the alcohol over flows my mind
As if I'm pretending not to miss you
whenever there's no alcohol in the table
but forgotten memories begin to appear
in a bottoms up
I yearned for you once more
Drink moderately
Gabriel Jul 2019
Tell me you love me
and let this heart rest from the past
   as long as your tongue spills the truth
            I can take love a one last shot

          See through the smiles
              Let yourself be swallowed by my voice
                  if you found the flaw within these eyes
                       then I'll echo your name in my room
                                 so if you leave
                                     my heart will go with you
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