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Peter Balkus May 29
They're getting younger
every year,
their wrinkles fade.

Their smile is getting wider
day by day.
Their bodies
supple back.

Their hair
are getting stronger, their teeth
- whiter. One day
they will be young again.

The cradle awaits them,
her womb,
in which they'll flourish
and bloom.
neha yamba May 24
i solve the tangled beads
chaotic sequence of anxiety

each bead has a peculiar ding
some are noise
and some are euphony

i bought this chain years back
it was less tangled then ,
however i entwine it bad

shop fortune smuggled me this chain
gave me deal , to untangle this chain
And live eternity ....
Johnny walker May 11
He's just man who who"s lost Is other half that of his wife to where they shared
so much of
never being apart at anytime so close they were  In everything they ever did there times he found almost Imposible
carry on but carry Is what he did he somehow
the support of friends  to find the strength within himself to carry
and Insperiration from his wife he decided to dedicate his life to his
keeping their dream alive and he would let go till world  know's of
An a ordinary nan Or who list his wife nearly destoyed his life but he stayed strong enough to carry on
Haruharu Apr 15
Her blue eyes meet mine.

Her gaze is firm, she radiates authority, strenght.

Her feet, etched to the ground.
No hurricane, no tornado will move her.

Yet her eyes somehow reveal a soft side.
There's something childish and playful in that smirk of hers.

I wonder who she is.
So familiar, yet unknown.

I envy her.
That strong woman.

Where have I seen her?

I hear a whisper, a voice I recognize.

"Look again".
Johnny walker Apr 15
I woke this morning with my head still clouded from last nights dreams, with a future uncertain but at least I know we have one and that makes the
For there was a time after Helen died  I didn't even I'd make past tomorrow felt I had reason to carry
on but strength saw me through all of the sadness and sorrow
followed the loss of my wife a belief In myself that lay hidden away by grief but found again the strength that lay hidden that's enabled me to fight my back from
to again stake a claim on a life that I so nearly gave up on but through strength and the love and total dedication for my wife will be enough to see me through the rest of my days
A strength regained that had laid hidden by grief a strength
to never give up
Max Feb 14
Your weakness feeds my strength.
And it tastes delicious
Over the hills and far away I feel today feel It seems I've come a long way In the last couple of
I'm now looking to a future starting to plan a new beginning just hope It's not to late
I still have up and down days but have a fight now I didn't have before born
Finding the will to carry on born again stronger than before
Liquid Bear Dec 2018
The soft lullaby
of a kitchen knife
seeps into my brain
like a velvet snake
but I can break the spell,
illuminate the plains
of dormant dreams
and darkened emeralds.

I need to believe it
to fight like a warrior,
laugh like a child,
breathe like a man.

I need to believe it
to live.
One can overcome his/her darkest demons. We need to believe it.
Haruharu Nov 2018
Can you read me enough to know?
I guess not.

I've worked too ******* this mask to let you..

This mask of strenght.

To you I'm strong, a role model even..

Truth is, I'm weak.
Behind closed doors I'm broken, too broken for life.

I need someone to save me.

Yet no one knows..

Still I hope,
for someone to see the real me.
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