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Kyra Oct 2018
This pen is the x-acto knife

I use to cut out

every scar on my body

every blemish on my soul

every burn on my mind



Perhaps I won’t feel it after I’ve cut it out.

~k.hem
Kyra Oct 2018
The books have lied.

They have stolen my heart

But left my body.



The books have lied.

They ripped my soul out

And left me to rot.



The books have lied.



~k.hem
sky Oct 2018
The pen from my hand, now on the ground.
It rolls, it runs, it leaves.
The words from my mind, the ones meant for my paper, are gone.
They've fallen as well, they ran away.
Blank is my mind
gone are my words.
Fallen is the pen
the depths of which it has ventured through in the past
are now a thing
of the past.
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2018
I tried to remain silent
When about to burst

Embraced to bleed, blue
Genre: Abstract
Theme: Writing is healing
Never fall in love,
With a writer,
For a writer will grab your hand and whisper run,
As she pulls you,
Swirling twirling,
Through a world of imagination,
Never fall in love,
With a writer,
For she will drag you on adventures,
That you never wanted in the first place,
And all you could possibly say,
Is “as you wish”
So never fall in love with a writer,
But if you do,
Always tell her that you love her you’ll regret it if you don’t,
Never fall in love,
With a writer.
for the boy who dares to love me XD
Theshygirl Oct 2018
I feel like writing
but what?
What is there left
to talk about?
Just about everything's
been said or done
at some point,
so what is there left to write.
And how can it be
that there are still
new combinations
for people to write.
So now what do I write?
Well,
I guess this will do.
Not good, but I was bored
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018


-
Reality has had its way
with me for 23 years so
I paint out my revenge
and my dreams with
words and live ten
thousand
lives...
-


Thank you guys so much!
You guys are so amazing, I've got alot of notifications so its hard for me to like and
respond to all of them!
Please know that I do see them and that
I'm truly grateful!
Much love!
Lyn ***
Ivan Mihajlovic Oct 2018
Cold October morning, the wind is loud,
I wake up awfully, from my dream somehow crazy.
Dark skies and every cloud of color is bitterness.
The sun is behind the cloud, there it is, it is heated, it just can not be seen.
The smell of honey and morning coffee arouses me a little mood.
I turn on TV and play music, news make mi tired.
In one teaspoon of honey I felt all the beauty, tenderness, pride
Our dear God is given nature.
On TV was song ‘Beliver'. Too perfect for such a depressing morning.
Ivan Mihajlovic Oct 2018
Life is full of surprises, empty and filled, life,
He is like colorful music, but also as a sharp knife,
The shepherd keeps the sheep in the hill and plays the fife,
He admires the sun and dreams of his wife.

Life is a strong fight. Everyone has his own way,
Who will fit me in my way,
Today or tomorrow I will find a bay,
Life is just a quick game.

I know that I can and I can say, Yes, one day,
all of us, God puts on temptation,
But never to those for which we did not get up
. There is neither yeserday nor tomorrow,
There is only today, and today it is far from us,

We must make the first sway,
In life there is no replay,
We stand at the doorway,
and let's try to create our Happy day.


Life gives you destany,
do not forget who you are and your identity.
Some things are brevity,
We all born and die,
For that we know, that we are sure
they are not lies.

Life gives our eyes,
that we can make the difference between truth and lies.
It takes effort, something to devise,
Alone or with allies,
Sometimes you have to be with spies,
Act just and wisely, You will receive your prize,
And it's materieze.

Life is the sun that shines through the day,
the moon that flashes at night,
It will constantly intimidate you,
always afright, if you need a meteorite.



Be a knight,
a fighter and a tiger,
an insider, strong writer,
unique and mystic.

Life creates warriors,
There is always a heavy barrier,
You are sometimes a worrierr.

Everyone carries his own cross,
We all go once across,
We dream dreams of glass, how we emboss,
And we have wings like Albatross.

Life is full of obstacles,
a strange song, a long game,
Quick as a summer windy flame.
We have to have a aim,

Life created pain and faith,
and sweet fame,
But in the end,
everything is down to the same.
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