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Annika J Feb 12
Twists and turns, riddles and layers
Are you a chessmaster or just a player?
How much do you know, do you really know at all?
Can you trust anyone to catch you when you fall?

...Yes.
In the end, behind every tangle
Behind pain and memories and words that mangle
One mantra of mine I've often said while I've fought
Turns out to be truer than I originally thought...
People have a lot of layers to them, and tonight I pulled back yet another on one of my closest friends. I've learned a lot about him these past few hours... all good things, in the end.

PS: The mantra I was referring to is "Love always wins."
One day
You gonna look back
Things you lost
Worth a ******
Harsh reality
Not a trap
Love you discarded
Was not crap
Keeper you left
Digger you bed
No bed of roses
Thorns awaits
Turn of events
You never thought
One day
You gonna look back
Malupit truth
You can’t change that.
Corey Jan 29
This is the way the world turns
With finger tips dragging through oceans;
land cracking under unseen weight
beaten down, shattered and broken

Every human being is chosen
Whether we save ourselves or each other
Whatever we do, we set into motion
and give to the generations ahead

light, that shines and warms the ground
and breath, the wind on the oceans
This is the way the world turns
over again until it opens
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
When the world feels
like one big maze
full of twists and turns
and mostly dead ends,
I take  time-out
to do philosophy
which clarifies
my emotions and thoughts
and progresses my mind
towards the wisdom
I need to improve my situation
to increase my joy and happiness.
Elizabeth Zenk Jul 2019
bony branches reach,
fingers point to wisps
bottomless sky trembles,
finches tread the clouds;
a question.

chilly breath rattles,
nature's coo darkens
waves of grey grow infinite,
deep grumbles follow;
an answer.

deciduous skeletons sway
dry leaves cackle
winds hum indifferently,
sinister growls emanate;
a warning.

bitter air swirls,
dark hatred billows,
rolling mistrust encroaches,
blanketing the stillness;
a threat.

viscous jaws snap,
energy laps at dry bark,
brief clarity,
deadly faze;
a strike.

woods slits into flame,
smoke oozes from its shelter
fire coughs sparks west,
destruction on its way
a battle.

droplets of forgiveness,
ashes sizzle into ink
soot dissolves away
war's footprint revealed;
a recession.
a gentle nod to 7/4/17
the damage renewed beneath unearthed soil.
Rizna M Rameez Feb 2019
Melanchony, strikes,
As the words of 'morrow and yesterday
Collide with the memories of crystal years
Long gone.

Treachery, shed,
Of the eyes that held the torrents
Of black seas and drowning sailormen
Hope-filled for voyages.
Seagulls abound.

Melodies, heard,
Of the heavens up high beyond yonder
Clouds wafting in a demonic dance
Almost whispering
Almost calling
Breeze a-whistling.

Ancient walls built up with
Perspiration and efforts on the high-calling
Somewhere in the back of
One's mind.

Delicately woven with golden silks of
Hope.
02.02.2019
The past is always something melancholic and the future unknown and of hope.

Partially getting back into my stride!!! :)
Rohan P Aug 2018
the body turns
and trembles
and opens

you didn't tell
me that the green
was closing in

but the fence nailed
open
and turns
and trembles.

Even the Ocean

With all of its might
And all of its momentum

Can't stop its tides from shifting
Or tell the wind which way to blow

Written: June 4, 2018

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Maria Etre Mar 2018
It goes beyond
the voices in your head
to tap
into the
beats of your heart
reshuffling
your
plan
unplanned surprises, twists and turns
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