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IshQn Sep 25
‘Well, it was indeed
a very long association,
thank you!
But it needs to end.
I will have to usher you out
to welcome my new friend.
Her name is ‘morning’.
So goodbye, darling!”

From a weary, but determined Me
to the long, dark, night that refused to end.
A poem from my upcoming debut book 'IshQn & SomeOne'.
केही मान्छेहरु आउदा तिमी
मस्तिष्कको ढोका बन्द गर, दिलको खोल
ती तिमीभित्र पस्न त सकुन्
तर निस्केर जाउन्

केही मान्छेहरु आउदा तिमी
मस्तिष्कको ढोका खोल, दिलको बन्द गर
ती मान्छेहरु
आउन जान सकुन्

केही मान्छेहरु आउदा तिमी
दिल र मस्तिष्क दुबैको ढोका बन्द गर
चक्षुमात्र खोल
ती चक्षुबाट भित्र मस्तिष्क हुदै
दिलसम्म भने नपुगुन्
ती आए, तिमी स्वागत गर
नआए, खातीर नमान

केही मान्छेहरु आउदा तिमी
मस्तिष्क दिल दुबै खोल
ती मध्य धेरैलाइ मस्तिष्कमै रोक
कमैलाइ दिलभित्र राख

केही मान्छेहरुलाइ मात्र तिमी
चक्षु, मस्तिष्क र दिल तिनै ढोका खुल्ला राख
ती चक्षु, मस्तिष्क हुदै दिलमा बसुन
तिमी ती पसिसकेपछि
चक्षु बन्द गर

सदा ती त्यही बसुन्
शैली : अवलोकन
विषय: चक्षु, मस्तिष्क र दिल || The Third Eye
Author's Note:
Never trust on
The outer reflections
Yes-to-Yes compliments

Never you will be wrong
If identify vibration of
The inner instinct

Let patience do the rest
Keep watching till the time
When we will witness
Skin shedding

Otherwise We don’t judge people
Their vibration let us
Whom to keep distance
Whom to get close
a small
millennium house
much younger than it looks

a worn brick frame
skirted by a quaint, welcoming
red mulch garden

lace and fine gilt bone china
tucked away in
innumerable glass-fronted
cherry cabinets
bathed in the peachy florida light
streaming in through
clustered windows
framed by luscious,
flowing cloth drapery

pears soap,
soft, satin water,
and ceramic figurines
of angels and saints,
hares and doves

biblical verse, hung on the walls
and photos of relatives
i’ve never met

cushy, paisley-patterned sofas,
always something on the stove

flower arrangements on the mantle
aside a baldwin upright

no, this is not home.
but regardless, i know that here,
i will
always be welcome
a quick bus-ride write... not my best but i still think it’s something ;)
m h John Aug 21
i’m sorry this world
did not welcome you
with open arms

send me a letter
when you get back home

so i know that
you’re safe
Pax Wildrake Aug 11
ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᶦⁿˢᶦᵈᵉ ᵐᵉ
ᵃˢ ᵗᵒˣᶦᶜ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ
ᴵ ʷᶦˡˡ ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ
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Hanahaki is a fictional disease in which flowers grow in the lungs of a person who suffers from unrequited love.
Nadia Jul 8
I feel...different. A good different. Like...I'm growing, maybe. I don't know, we'll see.
raquezha Jun 17
"welcome home"

two words that
bring back
the beat in my heart
I feel alive again
I'll take you
to a field
full of reeds
I'll watch you bloom
under the sun
You're all I need
now that you're here
Please don't ever leave
Take my hand
and follow my lead.
https://t.co/rclognqWWz
maria Jun 9
Rocks in my apartment,
I don't clean.

You see, the fluffy pillows
host a party tonight,
seems like all my enemies
are invite.
There's blood in the floor, indeed.

Music captures the shaky windows,
curtains dancing in the backround,
tragedy hits the door
right from the shadows.

I don't want to be here.
Listening is painfull,
watching gets knifes in my lungs,
the guests are laughing on me.
Anxiety says hi.

The house shouts "Welcome",
please,
I only need sadness for my art.
Sometimes sadness just knock the door out of nowhere and you just can't bagged it out or you don't want to, sometimes it's the same thing.

written on June 9, 2019
Welcome, dear mysteries
My one and only planet is here
Here for no particular reason

We are turbulent creatures
Speckled with interesting features
Each so similar
Each so unique

Our minds race with life
The need to enjoy life
The need to create life
The need to help life
The need to live

We ebb and flow
Our tides enclose our minds
Thinking on two different sides of the same ocean
Often not in sync

Loud heads
Yelling out
Fear
Anger
Laughter
Dreams

We have a way
A way of including anyone
Yet excluding everyone

And this means you, hopeful friends
This means us.
This is a message for any aliens that come to earth
Priyam May 23
Welcome to our society
Where we live in anxiety
They will judge you for being drunk
And some will for your sobriety
The lowlifes that inhibit it
Come in all varieties
They divide you in the name of religion
To pray the same deity
So I welcome you all to our society
Where we live in anxiety
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