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Simran Guwalani Jul 2023
The moon talks about you,
In a way I never could
You were something out of the blue,
True it came, I never imagined it would.
I was chaotic, I came with a storm,
And you, so simple
Never budging in any form
But that was not the norm,
I was used to people flying away when I came,
And there you stood, looking at me all the same.
I don’t know how to define you,
You don’t have a history,
I’ve been judged on my past, it’s true,
But you are such a mystery.
I don’t know why the moon talks about you,
And I don’t think I’ll ever have a clue.
there is an owl
out there
   somewhere
in the darkness
kept secret
by whispering trees
shrouded
in shadow
by leaf
and cloud
it seems
to have a question
for any
who will listen
politely
but persistently
it inquires
pausing briefly
awaiting
an answer
before asking
again
and again;
whether intended
or not
this interrogation
has infuriated
the old boy
and seemingly
every other canine
in the vicinity
Dylan McFadden May 2020
Behold the Man upon His steed
Who comes to comfort those in need…
Yea, in The Deep of fear and death
Where sons of Asaph hold their breath

He fashions rivers from The Sea
And sees the leaves of ev’ry tree…
Yea, even now, from Hollow Ground
New life is springing all around

.
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2018
Topic,
My next project will be
Dissecting ego:
From where it begins
    
Objectives:
To try to explore, where the seeds are
To unveil who showed it
To confirm if it is heritable?
To witness how fast it grows
Is that us who tame ego,
Or does ego tames us?
Does ego dies before the possessor?
    
Method used, 
Tracking the loud voice
Tracking the grandeur side
Dissecting skin deep
Relating all connections
Exploring circumstances
Done exclusive on humans
Saints excluded
  
Discussion: 
Ego never discuss
It stays ahead
  
Conclusion:
We are the one
We tame ego
Absolutely acquired
Understanding is the antidote
    
Disclosure:
None
Genre: Structural Abstract
Theme: Being Human.
Show me that Person
Who don’t have ego

Then,
I can introduce
Why he/she is a saint.
Lilly frost Nov 2015
Everyone wants to create beauty
Too scared and disgusted to show the ugliness of this world
To paint the picture of the true gore and greed
Of the hate that the world is built on
Everyone wants to make something beautiful
Elegant
No one wants to paint with the ugly greens and brown of sickness and War that plagues the earth
No one wants to
Yet some do
Some are brave
Speak as they wish
In
Chopped
Lines
If
They
Wish
Not everyone turns a blind eye
To the ugly truthful side of life
While still being able to see the beautiful lie
Unlike Moses, we should live…
with unveiled faces, letting
the Light of our Faith shine;
as His Children, we’re getting

favor among men; with clear eyes,
smiles and a bright disposition,
our efforts will be pleasing unto
The Lord, as we honor His position

as King of kings; He divinely rules
and reigns in our lives and hearts.
His holy promises remain steadfast
and His Holy Spirit will never depart

from us; as His human candles, our
unveiled faces pierce the darkness,
wherever our journey takes us; therefore,
let us shine… with His righteousness.
Inspired by:
Exo 2:25; Prov 3:4, 8:35; 2 Cor 3:18

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Jesica Jan 2016
And she did it again!
The medal glowed around her neck,
Her face was lit up like
A hundred candles burning together.

In the corner of the same room.
He smiled,
His sacrifice had been fruitful.
The girl had lived to become a doctor.

Her mind was filled with gratitude,
For the unknown who had saved her life,

He leaves the room,
Hoping that the truth will never be unveiled.
And thus his sacrifice will be hidden from the world.
Love Nov 2014
Hark the night awakens,
The dawn lost,
Darkness cloaks her heart once more,
A breath leaves her,
Her voice chokes her,
She is too cynical,
She’s begun to lose herself,
In a labyrinth she is tossed into,
She knows no escape,
For now, the night calls
With the promise of
*An everlasting darkness.
Written a year ago, forgive the lack of taste.

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