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Crandall Branch Oct 2017
explode the greenness within the container of life
mortar and pestle. occipital lobe. throbbing. crasha banga booma the scent of garlic
infusing the innocent air
basil, burning. keep going keep going keep going
wear goggles to avoid the pain of the onions
cut chop slice creal
mortar. pestle. mortal & pestle.
slice
pulverize smash
o the pain
take the basil and mix it


take the nuts


mash em all up

then, mix it all together
diversity
melting ***
jellybeans? no
genoa
pesto pesticide pesto
pesto.
please comment and feedback below! thanks :)
JAC Aug 2017
I read it
a few times
and then again
and again and again
even though I do know
you really, truly miss me.
Ileana Payamps Aug 2017
i know i'm growing up.
life has taught me many things,
things that i think are mistakes
but in reality,
they aren't...
they're just lessons,
teachings that will help me
discover who i am.
who i truly am.
who i was born to be.
Paul Jones Jul 2017
The forest shimmers,     sunshine glows and dims,
Dappled light dancing     with summer colours.
12:30 - 21/07/17

State of mind: nostalgic.
Perspective: personal; spiritual; existential; philosophical.

Thoughts: from memories - of walking along a riverbank, deep into a Welsh forest, the sunshine glowing and dimming, dappled light dancing with the summer colours.

I think I experience true joy and peace in times of solitude and exploration. These times always become strong memories. Ones that can be visited, as if they were never left.

It makes me wonder about those adages that state how if pain is felt deeply, joy also can be felt strongly. But it doesn't end there. We have sensitives, which draw us to the things that make us feel a certain way. They become our habits, if easily obtains. Our dreams, if not.

When, for real, I walk through the dappled light of that Welsh forest, I will be living my dream. But the dream is not the goal, for desire is only an urge. It is when we are there, this place of dreams, that we can comfortably give life to our thoughts and thought to our life.

Questions: Where is the place that gives life to thought and thought to life?
Zero Nine Jul 2017
No,
my soul,
cannot be
taken.
No,
it's gone,
been stolen
before
you.
When you
reach for
wick warmth,
you find
disfigured
wax.
When you
bare teeth
to bite,
I'll hide,
too truly
bitten.
Can't you tell the time
for pleasure's passed?
Two tired eyes and
mirthless smile,
don't care to stop it.
JAC Mar 2017
To whom I hate:
If I truly knew you
I wouldn't hate you
Such is life.
David P Carroll Feb 2017
I'm Truly In Love With You.
I'm dreaming of love
One look at you and
Oh I fall in love
Your my everything in
Life your my true love
Only you could love me
Like no other I'm truly
In love with a woman
I really love forever I shall
Love you never
Loving an other
As much as I truly love you.
David P Carroll
I'm Truly In Love With You.
David P Carroll Feb 2017
Our happiness together
Our love together
True love forever
Together forever
With you
My true love
I shall always be
Truly in love.
Always Truly In Love
David P Carroll
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I love you for the beautiful and complete young human being you are.
You value your blood relations.
You work for a stable future.
You are truthful towards me.
You never kept me under a false impression that you love me too just like I love you.
Though I am probably not going to meet you ever, let alone marrying you, but I do feel for you.
My HP Poem #1407
©Atul Kaushal
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