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Eduardo Interior Apr 2020
I’ve seen such world,
A sight i would always cherish
Seeming end to life that begins,
And we leave with unfinished words

I haven’t flinch nor cried aloud
The blood and sweat of soul
Obligation Shall find unafraid
For we are tears in different shade

We have thoughts that hunt us
The mistakes with saddened memories
A discrete thought of failure and regret
Sleep settles it— when you were not to wake

The life i have lived to the stars
Thoughts can’t fathom into constellations
Beyond this place of grieving smiles
I have lived a life of no regrets
gt lexicartis Mar 2020
I'm just a beginner,
I love beginnings.
They're fresh, they're inviting
and promise all things exciting.
Beginnings are just right
for variety and spice.

I'm just a beginner,
I love beginnings;
but once past the genesis
in kicks my nemesis,
and as in sets the blight -
I begin to think twice.

I'm just a beginner,
I love beginnings.
If, perchance, by some fiddle
I get near to the
Emily Mitchell Mar 2020
Possible titles:
happenstance
storm colors
Concrete chameleon

Original:

I watched the sidewalk
Go from light to spotted grey
Sudden rain shower.

A different version:

Watching the sidewalk
grey spots growing together
Stone chameleon.
I like the idea of this one it's been rattling around in my head for a while and I've written it down in various forms can't quite settle on the finished version though maybe I should ask for some input ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I really like the comparison of the changing colors to the chameleon but chameleons have no place on a rainy sidewalk so it's kind of a weird connection and it also reminds me of painting so yeah rain painted chameleon sidewalk mess hahaha...
simone Feb 2020
Sometimes i'm taken aback by how much i love you
By how deeply i feel for you
You make my chest ache and my lungs burn
I wish i could make you understand my feelings for you
But truth be told
Even i don’t
this isnt finished actually. its just a little something i decided to put out since i haven't really written in a while. truth be told i've been feeling a little bleh about my writing. i feel like it used to be so much better. now i just feel like i can't make my words flow right.
anna Jan 2020
we lay here together,
the sunlight, just beginning to peak in through the curtains
reflects off your cheek, encircling you in an angelic glow.
a single gentle curl on your forehead is lit gold by the light
acting as a benevolent midas; turning only the purest.
as my fingers softly graze over your skin, you sigh,
almost waking.

I’d never seen the beauty in mornings before you,
always such cold, miserable affairs.
tearing sleep from my eyes,
in a rush to stay on time, always
late.
for me, beauty was always in the evening, the dusk sun
sinking below the horizon and lighting the sky in its pinky rainbow.

as we lay here together,
I can’t begin to remember why I didn’t like mornings.
i know this doesnt seem finished, but ive run out of ideas so any ideas/ constructive criticism would be helpful.
havent written anything in a long time.
thanks.
sushii Nov 2019
unfinished


i don’t feel inspired anymore
it’s all just ******* nothing
fading into my heart
i have left everything unfinished
so i sit
forever uneasy
and forever hungry.
Mustmusings Nov 2019
You seeped into my life like paint blotched into water
faded and frivolous.
Your warm yellow and green surrounding me with
smiles and laughter.
Cautious and caring, carefree and cocky
Painting me in acceptance, friendship and companionship.
Each dip of the brush, staining my soul with more vivid hope
Slowly questioning the significance of it all.
And just as slowly as you dripped into the crevice of my cracks
Just as fast you faded into the murky blue realm.
Leaving me with wistful sighs, unfinished lines and hazy dreams,
An unfinished masterpiece. If Only?
sunday Nov 2019
The dry eraser has a soft, light, grey fluff

with a brush black finish,

that's been tainted by the imprints of black ink,

and a black rectangular prism,

that also has the word "EXPO" bolded in large letter

in an organized yet artistic fashion

as if to say,

"I erase ink"

This particular eraser has...
Someone finish this for me
TS Ray Oct 2019
Far away in a stately kingdom of normal people,
when two minds met in the meadows of principle,
while breathing air let out sounds of fipple,
it wasn't scientific to analyze in multiple.
Even questioning purpose was debatable,
By applying logical reasoning as valuable,
Became clear that staying the course was truly cherishable.
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