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Cassidy Jackson Aug 2017
the red string was cut by your shaking hands
and while i sat there watching the string fall
i wondered to myself
"what have i done"

our fate was set by a being we don't know
but you took my chances away
so i thought to myself
"who will love me now"
Yanamari Apr 2017
I am surrounded by strings.
Strings I can see
And strings that I can't see
Strings that require effort
To reach
And strings that require
No effort at all.

As I lay,
In this woven world,
I hope to chance upon
The string I desire.
But is such a thing possible?
Or do I have to make my own?
How much strength do I need to achieve it?
...
What sort of strength do I need?

As I lay wasted,
Staring at the interlocked strings above,
I struggle to comprehend
What effort is needed
To reach the string I yearn
For so many strands
Interlock to form
One string
And one strand
Changes the string completely.
Yanamari Mar 2017
What are the twists
And turns of a string?
How many threads are
Hidden within?
What parts do we see
And what parts do we not?
Is this string the same one
Or have we picked up
Another?

How can we depend on
Our eyes and mind that
Alter images to the very
Moment they are seen...
Colm Mar 2017
Is love a fancy or a feeling or a fascination?
You tell me
Although my mind is already made
And made up like the corners of my bed sheets

Your grandparents will tell you one thing, your parents another
And the youth amidst the feeling will tell you something else entirely

You know what I think?
Do you even care?
Will anyone even hear this little thing?
That love is a decision made every day
To let go, to hold on, to cut loose, and to cat's cradle string

The same old yarn or balers twine
Which you first used to tightly wind
The cord around your loving life

You picked your husband
You chose your wife
Now chose whether or not you'll live
An ever loving daily life
Holy cow - 200 poems here - Meaning lifetime I'm over 500 poems now
NARMONSEA Mar 2017
Knots of a string,
Tied in the darkness
Where my soul dwelled.

Beyond the horizon
Where the seas not part it,
The tides shan't break, and
Wildlife dare not hunt for its flesh.

For man, the greatest adversary,
Could not create
The greatest obstacles in life
To prevent you
From pulling me
Towards you once again.
MP Martinez Feb 2017
Within your eyes were the universe
A million and thousand stars upon your reach
And one of those twinkle bodies was me
Dim and a light year away

A thin thread pass through each galaxy
Will weave a way to connect us
Two lost soul will reunite
Under the oath of this ethereal winter sky
Coz the night had never been this beautiful~ Spare me a while. Thanks
Pax Dec 2016

words creates strings of emotions,
it connects from one reader to the other.

-quote-
i just had a passing thought earlier on what to do next year or whenever i got the time to retrack my life. I really wanted to write a story or a tale. I want it to be completed this time. When writing a story went inside my heart, i manage to write several chapters but i never got to finish them. I always thought that my knowledge or experiences wasn't enough for me to built a solid plot or realistic/fantasy viewpoint. I remember this quote i wrote for a review in wc i did last week and realize that our poetic words is an extension of our life's strings, maybe this is one reason why i write quotes which reflects my life and the life around me whenever it is in writing or reality. It is a reminder, a guide, or even a inspiration to those who write. You know, at some points within my realm of thoughts, i tried to forget and even give up writing because i have a low self-esteem, as i grow older it never went up to confidence, so it went to my heart and become stone that i went on isolation to never finding any relationship, even friendship on the real -world i considered them as acquaintance, i built up a wall upon myself. sigh... i got side track on my life, sorry for that... my point now it that never stop writing, as i am doing myself to keep on going. thanks for reading....
Lunar Oct 2016
every time his voice filled my ears
my heart strings vibrated
so he gently plucked or strummed
to match his ballads

but as days passed
with his playing and vocals getting rougher
his fingers bled and scarred
and then i snapped

gone was the singing boy
his beautiful guitar
but you can still see them love
whenever you hear their song
even if some things do not exist anymore, there will always be other existing  things that remind us of those and we can never escape from it.

11/13 of the Pocketry Series.
Sensually she is so charming and so alluring
She  reinvigorated my ****** drive in spring
In that sling like a king I am bound to just sing
To strive to dive to drive and to revive in string

To be on swing to go up to the clear blue sky
To kiss stars and galaxies just like a bird to fly
To be with the inner beauty just an eye to eye
In that flight of love with beauty to be just sly

I can explain the taste of those beautiful lips
The zigzag journey between hillocks and hips
I can not explain the taste of dips and  grips
What an experience of those trips without strips

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Anonymous Aug 2016
Loving you is hard when I still can't forget him.
I feel like I'm being dragged along by a string.
Trying to keep up this love game.
But I see your face, see how much pain I've already caused.
Why do you still love me?
After all I have put you through?
Why do you still choose me in this awful game I play?
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