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VKBoy Sep 20
Every life exists
To live and multiply.
Every note exists
To compose marvelous melodies.
Imagination exists
To see the worlds that cannot be seen.
Emotions exist
To express in languages that cannot be spoken.
Death, too, exists
To let the living taste the pain of losing.
All things exist for a reason
To make every mother’s son as they’re now.
So fret not, folks
For no one is an exception
To the wonders and woes of this world
Set in motion by the biggest yet gentlest hand of all.
By: Yohann Rosenthal, Shambala Sect
The dark man has always entice me
Never short of flavor
Never lacking etiquette
And never impotent towards a woman’s heart
With melanin so pure
I wonder what more do they have in store.
Even with systematic abuse
They have stood firm in being the greatest creation ever produced
Racism forges hate towards their race, but many do see what a waste it would be
To hate and discriminate
The dark man’s race
For what crime have they commit
That differs from what we all have did
The dark man is my wish
And surely it should be your wish.
One ex drove twice around the block
Maybe to see twice what he had
Or to see twice where I am
One ex came twice into the store
Once alone and once with his new love
One ex came alone
Maybe to show me he’s around
Or maybe I’ve got a chance
One ex came with her girl
But too many times for I to keep tract
Once with her mate and many times
With other lovers
On ex came alone
But I never knew she still had concerns
She came brave and filled
And other times she reminded me
I’m still loved
One ex slide through
Unannounced and uninvited
He strolled through my paths
Unbothered but allured
One ex never showed memories of being owned
And he made it clear that I was alone
One ex never judged
But never said she felt love
And now
I’m planting more seeds
To reap more ex’s of my own
And yes,
I’m the ex that called myself the *****
My mind's a jungle
With wonders beyond belief
Beware the tigers.
Sometimes, I live in the mind so long that I can't get out of it. I overthink things until it becomes a big ball of anxiety. For what? No idea. I don't know if it's an anxiety disorder causing it or genetics, but it's something.
Henry Akeru Jun 25
Sometimes I wonder;
Am i really awake sleeping
or just living this life in Dreams?
Lyn-Purcell Jun 24
Passions in summer
Rising sun is lost in time
Struggles of wonder
Such a lovely day today!
When the sun is high, I feel so fiery and determined!
Yet my mind is lost in thought and wonder...
Be back soon!
Much love
Lyn 💜
Allesha Eman May 29
From the blooming dandelions
That grow in the gardens of the kindred soul
Is a peculiar dream
That with every yellow petal becomes
A wishful fly away
Within its colourless softness
Searching for new soil
To bury itself
And grow

But it’s the insignificant things
That weigh down the petals  
Whenever they gather the willpower
To float towards a horizon
That divides the insecurities
And the biggest fears of the dreamer
So instead the petals become rain
That wash away the remnants
Of a scorching sun

And some time after
The water carries with it
The seed of the dandelion
And along a distant road
It grows once again
Waiting for another
To come set it free
So that it can carry those old ambitions
Back to one who’s still searching for courage
Along the horizon in their dreams
I’m fed up
Of wanting love and it’s touch
Of pleading with wrongs and lust
And of speaking truth, only to be abused.
I am fed up
But time drags heavy on my life
And moments come shorter than natural
And sometimes prayers becomes like a drug
Applying only to what society allows
But I find myself still hanging around those wattles
Still reaping hope from my troubles
And even though I know my downfalls
There’s still respect to never ignore its wonders
But !
I am fed up
Of this entertainment I somehow manage to sum up.
Soloist my fears
With high tunes and little grief
Let every rhythm speak, its own beat
And have the crowd rejoice without need for time
So I may see all wonders of one human life
And as day takes ease for night to arrive
No tired soul shall exist nor acknowledge the demise of light
So soloist my fears
For all to hear,
Let bravery be the less of me
And I shall sing of all there is to be.
pnam Mar 19
When love is intense
Love flies high and feels immense

Love looks down and wonders
What if it falls down and errors?
What goes up they say
Comes down one day
My love will you still be there?
When this love flight may impair
Fly low at times unaware?

Love looks down and wonders
what if you say now it don't matters?
I know I will follow your flight
High or low my love is smite
My love will you still be there?
When this love flight may vitiate
Fly low at times to hibernate?

Love looks down and wonders
what if it drift apart and frost?
I know I will keep it warm and defrost
Hot or cold my love is gold embossed
My love will you still be there?
When this love is star-crossed
Fly low at times and lost?

When love is intense
Love flies high and feels immense

Love looks down and wonders
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