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Mystic Ink Plus Sep 2020
Close
Your eyes
And if you
Still see me
Dearie, I'm yours
Life
Afterlife

Alright
Almost Romantic
Theme: Diamonds are forever
Author's Note:
If those lines connect with you
And if you think this may be about you
May be, it is
Mystic Ink Plus Sep 2020
I like your vibes
No need of introduction
Thus a journey begins
Genre: Haiku
Theme: Intuition and gut instinct matter.
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2020
How incredible will it be
To stop time
Motionless
Then stay close to
Moonlight
And feel safe

And
Genuinely
Let the ink
Reveal
Who you are to me
After all
That remains
The same
Genre: Almost Romantic
Theme: Muse
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2020
What the soul longs for?

It's all up to you.
Acknowledge a journey so far with a simple fact, the people who stay close into your life has similar value like yours. Value as such is, how you see the things what they are, what reflects who you are. Value is a way how you response when time puts you to the tests. Core values are what defines you, and it's the true identity, not the name or whatever. When you find the people with similar resonance, even in silence or miles away, that instance, souls converse as a one spirit and the rest will be history. Yes, once you feel that authentic vibe, you will never go beyond it's alignment even when time goes on and on. It has long been testified, listen closely embrace life.

Thanks for the concern.
Genre: Prose
Theme: The Journey
Butterfly Jul 2020
You blush without the red face.
Cleaning out my drafts
lydia orr Jul 2020
chill of the winter night
drifting through the open sunroof
throbbing stars
a crisp breeze
licking our skin
invading our bodies with tingling goosebumps
slipping ourselves the pill of oblivion
drifting into a reality
that perhaps only existed in our minds
we did believe our imaginations
much more comfortably
than we would ever believe reality

so we sat there
slumped on the black leather seats
watching the notes spill from the speakers
and dissipate into the air
Senthil Rhaj Jun 2020
The best mornings are made up of
waking up to new horizons abroad,
caducity not in my thought,
smell of the fresh day
— as pure as petrichor;
the day born as richer,
‘tis a new tune in embouchure
between past and future.
basil Jun 2020
skeletons of tulips
floating in the warm, silk water
tantalizing breaths
interrupting hazy memories
of clear thoughts
refracted through curvy paths
made by hungry mornings
and sick gift wrappings
covering charcoal
lip gloss
a poem commemorating the vibe of my friend gabe. mwah.

06.12.2020
Michael Jun 2020
Do you think we could just stop?
Not think for a while,
Think with our body’s
Hearts aside,
Regrets left till next dawn.
A little careless gesture
Free to do as we please.
Lets put the future behind us
And climb each other.
Overthinking sometimes leaves us with a lot of regret, sometimes its better to just focus on whats going on now.
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