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Diangelo Tyler Nov 2018
Sometime the best nights sleep comes

           When you spend the day being




My heart is pacing
thudding against my ear drums
like I just ran a marathon.

I feel nauseous and light.
But somehow this word doesn't seem to make a difference.
But no sir seems to find a way into my lungs.
But somehow all I find myself is being a sympathetic nervous system.
With self doubt crashing
and enveloping me.

My hands are trembling with
jittering nerves passing underlyingly.
Somehow nothing is soothing
Or calming me.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Marathon ideas
Without a pauses
Seeding the future
Neglecting all rules
Being a Gladiator
Instructed for a win, win
To cast away doubt, “survival of fittest”
White lie
Painting a dream
Discipline, is to smile less
A vain thought!
Then begins,
Holy search within
Birth, decay and death
All age goes through this
End of suffering
Origin of nirvana
Let’s control over the senses
With a sympathetic joy
Living without sttachment
In a Cemetery of peace
Inhale, Exhale
For a search within.
Genre: Inspirational
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Jathan Hall Nov 2017
As we danced in the moonlight
Our souls together once again
Dancing, feeling ever so amazing
Together in harmony
Your smile warms my heart every time I look at you
These thoughts aren't real though
Just a fiction of my imagination
I sob in my bed wondering where you are in this world
If you're alive or not
If you've moved on yet
I miss you
Please come back baby
Never leave me alone
Let's stay together forever
Please baby, I'm begging you
melli7 Oct 2017
My abs are tense waiting for
attack and
my breath is not as
deep as usual my shoulder blades attract
each other as my neck
above them my
eyes go dryer the more I
don't blink but
the rest of me is wet
with sweat

driving for the
first time is a lot
harder than I thought, not
even including the
Kewayne Wadley Oct 2016
The job of the heart
A constant throb
Mere kernels until all is cob
The swab of eyes
Please do advise
That savory smell
In a crunchy shell
A munchy crisp
Misspelt in emotion
Chunky potatoes drizzled in gravy
Honey drenched on top of biscuits
Mac & cheese
Taking apart the sorrow of that cob like heart
Even if for a while
Least the stomach feels better
Chris Neilson May 2016
Kindred spirits are rare and few
Making you smile when feeling blue

When shrouded in gloom and needing a lift
Wrapping empathy in a surprise gift

Picking you when feeling down
Providing comfort when wearing a frown

Not to judge or ill advise
Sympathetic, friendly and wise

A shared pain has a healing feeling
A soothing word can stop you reeling

A respectful, caring, considerate friend
Will always be there to the very end
Goutam Raveri Oct 2014
He has small hands and short legs
The dictator’s mercy he must beg
Carries a gun and flaunts it out
Even when words don’t come out

He is just taught to ****
Whom so ever he spots ram or bill
He does not know what’s boon or bane
Once by the rebel group his family was slain

Step by step he comes to war
Where his survival is not sure
He does not know what he is doing under freedom’s name
For him it is just a bloodshed game

He took a life and the blood he spill
Now everyday for sleep he needs a pill
He carries a grenade but never pulled the pin
He enjoys their painful din

Now a bullet has pierced his flesh
And now he is in despair and distress
His time has come and he is dead
The vultures would be well fed

Another boy picks his gun
And is on a rampage just for fun
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