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SpiritHeart67 Apr 29
It's not that everyone is happier with money.
It's that everyone would Always be this happy,
if money wasn't a factor at all...
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2019
In you
I could see
Something divine
Something close to magic
 Something beyond words

Whole life
I could be thankful for
Keeping alive
The writer in me

Namaste
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: To all who emit inspiring vibes
Carlos Aug 2018
Lines like a laxative for tongues,
The individual pieces become greater than its sum,  
Summer time therapy dialing up in increments,  
Wouldn't know the difference between the butterflies and chrysalis.
Syzygy in spirit as sympathy in the impetus,
Synergy  in serendipity makes symmetry seem ubiquitous.
Flummoxed, I fell face first flying into fellowship,  
Feeling fusion in the furrows of my fingertips,  
Figure this,  mistigris,  implement mirrors  for the synthesis,  
Taking root  in the underground,
This is censorship on stimulus.  
Kaizen from the get-go,
How did silence ever get gold?
Climate of the  biome discernible by  petrichor,
Some of my greatest allies are people I've never even met before.  
Mumpsimus with metaphors, metatron or metamorph,
A mess of Mesozoic memoirs  drowning in a reservoir,
Reserve my right to write a mire of a  message board,
Desire an empire of satire to conquest; explore,  
Buyers,  sellers,  best befores,  
Crying out to be adored,
The expiration estimation rivals rivals' primal repertoires.
Rhymes like mycelium,  climbing up the  parapets,  
Embrangled mosaics interceding abstract arabesque.
She endeavor sentimentally to enliven chocolate
till we're both finally in a rotunda as sweet
and intuitively match with just a Hershey's kiss
while a distraction is like something on screen
with their soundtrack and film avant-garde today.
Mida Burtons Jul 2017
Did you wander the fields the way I did?
Tell the stories that I told?
Ask the questions I never thought to ask?
Were you scared of the dark the way I am?
Did you also dream of a life you could live for yourself?
Did you fight those last few days?
Did you know if your predicament?
Were you as angry at the world as I still am?
Were your questions ever answered?
Did you accomplish anything at all?
Were you able to make the decisions you wanted?
Do you still look over us today?
Mida Burtons Jul 2017
Chiseled slightly, drained from colour.
Bones now just imitations of life, these remains left forgotten.
Realisation that it can all end so easily, your existence left insignificant.
Known more for it's death than it's eight years of life.
Sudden change changes everything, comes unannounced, death forces you to comply, to conform.
To make the illusion of your short lived life worth something.
Pieced together in a haphazard puzzle, never explained.
It's true story left unknown.
Victor Timmons May 2017
Perceived beauty purposely created
Because half the picture all you require
Cinema vision spoon fed desire

Reactions to stimulus under red cap
A little honey added sweetens the crap
Spoon fed perceptions wrapped in patriotic trap

Perceived sounds fully orchestrated
Because half a song is all you require
White noise spoon fed shellfire

Reactions to stimulus under red cap
A little honey added sweetens the crap
Spoon fed perceptions wrapped in patriotic trap

Perceived learning intentionally truncated
Because half a thought is all you require
Media highlight spoon fed vampire

Reactions to stimulus under red cap
A little honey added sweetens the crap
Spoon fed perceptions wrapped in patriotic trap

Perceived freedoms purposely complicated
Because half your will is all you require
Information highway spoon fed empire

Reactions to stimulus under red cap
A little honey added sweetens the crap
Spoon fed perceptions wrapped in patriotic trap

Perceived choices remotely masturbated
Because half the people is all we require
Right or Left spoon fed news-wire

Reactions to stimulus under red cap
A little honey added sweetens the crap
Spoon fed perceptions wrapped in patriotic trap

Written by Victor Timmons
Copyright 05/15/2017
Ritika Dev Apr 2017
From the alluring meadows of plants,
and the enchanting wonders that encompass it.
Each organism unique,
none as much as even bleak.
As we grow and split,
cell by cell.
Animals grow with development,
Autotrophs harness sunlight,
and breathe in food.
An unknown stimuli,
compromising all we'll know.
Leaving animals free of their golden glow.
Their response will soon show,
animals in exile from their once snug homes.
An assignment from years ago.
Äŧül Oct 2016
As I know her from the longest time,
I know that under external influence,
She did all the stuff she did not wish.

As she is not interested in me anymore,
I thank her for being my inspiration,
She was indeed a truly youthful lover..

As with all good things so with her love,
I could not monitor her for 24 hours,
She listened to God knows whomsoever.

All I infer from the relation's demise,
Is that she listened to the negative people,
So closely spread in her surroundings.

All I can wish for her advising party,
Is that they may suffer the same fate,
So similar to mine their outcome be.
HP Poem #1212
©Atul Kaushal
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