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Lemon May 2019
Four helping hands
Its two for two
The third to last
Is feeling blue

Let go, let go
Can't hold no more
Let go, let go
Now three not four

Three helping hands
Now all for one
The third to last
He's time is done
Arcassin B Apr 2019
By Arcassin Burnham

Pictures lie , these images **** me,
Teleport to places I can be,
Myself in this wicked world, cause I,
NeeD The LorD To FinD Me A BlessinG,
Take me from the world that I'm dreading,
Put me in a carriage with horses, place me
where my astral would lie,
I AM MorE ThaN HumaN, No SurprisE,

People lie , you know you can't trust them,
They let greed and things consume them,
Time spent wasting on love is ******,
I ThoughT McDonald'S WaS QuitE WorseR,
Furthermore, there is no discussion, pacing,
About news in this system, everything will
corrupt your mind,
DeatH TrapS EverywherE , TherE Is No TIme.
David Hasselblad Mar 2019
The Two Halves of the Third Eye

There once was a man,
Who possessed a third eye,
One hundred men called him boss,
One nation called him king,

False plans, built with a lie,
Each loss a flagrant sting,
Social struts, wearily wail,

Beatin’ social berserkers bide,
Biding time to bestow billable babal,
Babal their own perspective truth,
For the mad king employs a social sleuth,

There once was a man,
Who too possessed a third eye,
No one called him boss,
Only of his mind was he king,

Baring witness to chaos,
Hundred men with varied tasks,
Constant change, masks, zero growth,

Prosperous peace is what he quoth,
No qualms from flawed quartz courts,
No screaming in petty squabbles for bill or buck,
Just peace via peace, with a little bit of luck,

A man with sight is always bright,
Closest friends tight,
With height he releases rage and any petty slight,
A man of no flag, field, forge nor foundry,

Opening eyes to let others see,
Hundred men create individual chaos,
Blinding all to divide and conquer,
Winding, twisting, and perverting truth,

Idyllic statues of justice fade and collapse,
More money to fuel the kings greedy relapse,
As long as their is another man with light,
With a sight for people, for people,

For all of the kings *****, ******, might,
People for people will never cease this fight.
Artistical Mar 2019
12:00 p.m
21st March, 2019
Happy World Poetry Day!!!

To you that swims the canals of my veins - words
to you that held my hands towards home - reflections
to you that seeps into my mind like droplets - quotes
to you that I lay bare to heal the fragments of a moon - prose
to you that I dare not neglect for I am you - poetry
this soul here is yours

I lay open my gateways
use me to share nature's wonder
use me to convey life's in between
for today I honour my twin in her glory
I'll be your eyes and ears as my mouth speaks of your truth

Let's make love on landscapes watch
as the horizon admires our energy
Let's meet at sunset to travel
roads cushioned by the soil
For the grasses await our presence
to share with us wisdom from beyond
You know how the trees bow to us
whenever we smile at them?
Their spirit welcome us as we
await flowers to bloom love
The planets giggle when I fly with you
so the moon pecks them with our light

Till her breathe ceases
and the call she answers
explorations of you is a relish
On paper and screen she'll birth you
In her and consciousness
you'll always be

I love you poetry
loving you wholesome
I learnt to love me
and the aftermath
As we journey on
Open I am to your light
Sparkle and shimmy with me
as we walk to renew, revive you
on the scroll of this civilisation
and the looming ones from time

It's a date that never ends with you
Here, take a hug, poetry!
I just got this idea in school in the middle of science class. Weird right?
Just laying there , knowing you’re awake but feeling asleep
You feel suction cupped to your bed by your blankets
Your pillow slowly accumulating moisture from sweating
Your dreams alive but reality won’t let you accept it
Both eyes closed but there’s only one possibly peeled
You might sleep with your third eye open too ..
Paul NP Jan 2019
Silver tongue, Gold and Watch:

That which I speaketh Illuminate

My eyes stretched across a euclidian landscape capture the tings and rings of Spherical Sound Souls.

I see saw gently, rythmic gentry. Sea sowing seeds in the sands of time.

Eclectic Suns and Moons share space. Warming rays upon its face. Golden eye, no doubles, 1 and 7 in my name.

Dark Gold, brilliant silvent solver, dissolving desolate dollars.
Caccooning above its collar, the sounds of a scholar, holler.

In the night, wolf pointing bright , howl at the temple, flaming candle, waving sight.

Better fly high up above the city sky.

I spy with my third eye, Ra El. Spiral inspired by the spire, I inquire the next desire, mastered mystery cold blue phire.

So De-Sire me , I fly up the ranks. Strike One, Rank One, The One is Won. I am Wonder with the Word in My World in Thine; all seeing eye.

Eyes Shine.
I Sign.

The Nameless One
Becca Dec 2018
they tell me how to live my life
and do you know the funny thing about that?
the funny thing is,
is that they don't know the nights
the reasons
that's lead to the bags under my eyes
Andrew Rueter Dec 2018
We met in middle school
And you helped this riddled fool
Through my little duels
Becoming an indispensable tool
As a burden carrying mule
But you recently found someone more important
And I feel I can’t afford it
So I want you to abort it
Or them to be deported

You attempt to shield
The way I feel
With a third wheel appeal
But I need the whole deal
To stay on an even keel

We have so much history
So it’s a total mystery
Why they claim victory
When they seem sick to me
But you’re not picking me
Even though we connected as kids
You now want to get rid
Of all that we did
On another’s bid
I see my stock slid
Down your priority grid

I explain it’s up to us
To stop the succubus
But you say I must
Quit my fuss
Before I bust
Your friendly trust

It hurts my sense of pride
When I feel I’m defied
So I make you decide
And you choose the less aggressive side
Creating a divide
As I run and hide
From a newcomer’s stride

Treat me like I’m royal
Or be branded disloyal
Your relations I’ll foil
With malicious toil
Becoming angry and bitter
Of new additions to our litter
Exclaiming they slither
While I rapidly wither

Why does this bother me so much?
When did you become my crutch?
How did I fall
Into a pit so banal?
Do you want me around?
Because to you I’m bound
Hearing your glorious sounds
Makes my heart pound
So I feel like I’ve drowned
When you’re not in town
And I travel an empty path
After doing the toxic math
Of your subtraction wrath

I wanted you selfishly for myself
Which wasn’t good for your health
So you set me on the shelf
Because I never knelt
Or weathered welts
Of humility
Now jealousy is filling me
And I let it willingly
So you’re the one billing me
By slowly killing me
With correction
Through rejection
Going a new direction
Beyond my detection
Away from the detention
Of my arrogant prevention
Of your social ascension
Which was my intention
To hold all your attention

So now I’m all alone
I probably deserve it
Our friendship had grown
I should’ve preserved it
But somehow reversed it
Because I’m so worthless
And value you so highly
Yet I refused co-signing
Treaties you were writing
I wrote off as whining
And now I am finding
Loneliness binding
Danial John Jul 2018
A friend
An end
Over extend
Do it over again

More than glances
Is it magic
Mental dances

The hurt
More than you deserve
Such a flirt

My love
You're a drug
Squash me like a bug

No longer in flight
Future bright
I'd make it right

Too soon
Not human
What am I doing

Please trust
Things rust
The deepest cut
Wouldn't stop my love
So many chances waisted
Cjf Jul 2018
"there are two people you'll meet in your life. one will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight down to the parts of you that pique their interest. the other will take their time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them the most. You'll meet these two people; its a given. its the third that youll never see coming. that one person who not only finishes your sentences, but also keeps the whole book"

i believe i am a sentimentalist at romance, and given the chance ill look for love in stolen glances, unfinished sentences, and knowing how you like your coffee. and im not saying my heart has found its place in love with you, but ruling out the possibility of love with you.. im willing to close off all bets & go down in flames all for you. you are my third person, my finished sentence, and i am your library. you can choose any book off my shelf and ill gladly read it to you.
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