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md-writer Apr 2019
"If words strung together
across these few lines,
can break through the barrier
of your mind and mine,
then anything,
                     yes, anything
                       can happen with time."

So said the sage, as he
pondered this world.
The nature, effects, and
natural properties,
of this thing and that thing,
and all human faculties.

So learned was he
                               (or so it was said)
that even the ravens
began pecking his head,
for the silver and gleaming
that was locked up and
...dead.

For never, not once,
had he lifted a finger,
to live out the practical
side of his thoughts.

Thinking that sits there
and doesn't once move,
will never affect you
or help you improve:

The sage died a poor man,
no sons came to mourn.
For thought he was smart
no fruit had he borne.

Let this sage be a warning
for you and for me,
not to let thinking
be all that we see,
when we search all around us
for things we should be.

There's something in action
that cannot be faked.
And it's also okay
to make honest mistakes.

The point is, we're trying
to live what we preach:
to let our decisions
be the textbook we teach.
April 4
Your handsomeness is glowing,
My love for you is growing.
Seeing you with others is aching.
My heart inside is breaking.
My chances for you are decreasing.
Even when we don't talk for a while,
I'm still caring and can't stop thinking.
I'm really tired of hurting,
But when you talk to me,
I still find myself smiling.
Bunny, my hearttt
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
The ocean crashes; waves above shore
Its peace, beauty, excitement & freedom in one
Water foams with the angry thrusts
Generate a swirling tunnel
Pulling me into its wide open gullet
Now mystified at all its power and allure
Where am I, you ask?

Lost in the clutter of my mind

Thoughts all jumbled up
Like a spool of tangled thread
And just as thin
So close to breaking

Fingers get caught
And slowly turn purple
Once released, permanent damage remains

My conscience plays the fingers
My mind the thread

Pull to hard,
the thread snaps
Don’t pull enough,
and it’s forever knotted
Erian Rose Apr 2019
I can't help but think
what it would be like
If I had never had the courage
to talk to you
Would we still be friends?
Whatever you think "friends" is..
Would we still talk?
Or would we drift, become strangers again..
You don't know how much it pains
to fall in love
and pretend to fall out of it
You don't see past
the mask that hides the scars
You don't know my smile
Is all a fake
Just to please you
So you can leave me alone
Because it pangs..
Matt Apr 2019
It can happen to a good man
so it goes to say about a normal man
and it's not worth mentioning about a bad man
dishonest people in power
Mida Burtons Apr 2019
silence is the sole constant
it hangs in the air like the
suspended moment before a falling glass shatters to the ground
clinging like a toxic cloud that could
at any moment choke the life from me
it seeps into - every - pore
its qualities paralytic
i liked it that way
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