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Peter Dempster Jan 2019
We began to write
The thoughts that crossed
The line that we had written in the sand
The boundary they sold us on these lands.

And we’ve become the old age rising
Understanding word beyond the spoken
What can compare to the things we see?
It feels like the simplest summer breeze.

Some shot bolt found our heart the target

No point to stem the steed now bolted

The inky reed quivers in every hand

I've come across these beautiful lines

That you have loved

into this sand.
Expressing how writing together has helped us discover new and better places. It applies particularly to conflict zones, both physical and perceived. It is valuable to find the real reason for a fence,  wall, or entrenched belief by encouraging written expressions of the hearts involved. Once ignited in us, the power of words take over.
Valeria Witron Jan 2019
You and I will always be a story.

These moments and time we spent
together has been written.

You cannot come to me and
tell me that you forgot me.

Its not that simple to forget me.
On Instagram it is not named but it is called written.
leeaaun Jan 2019
Our love story
is written
with blood,
that's why
it hurts.
fatxma Jan 2019
am·ne·sia here to stay
am·ne·sia wont go away
A broken glass i don't remember
A broken heart full of fear
A work place with a hammer
am·ne·sia wont go away
Was i born on a tree?
A bee with clear honey i see
am·ne·sia  here to stay
Will time break it away
Will time set me free
Oh! am·ne·sia you treated me with misery
am·ne·sia a look of agony
am·ne·sia so plain
tbh i try really hard to write poems this is from my head
but weird fact  about me is that i can write good poems when i'm in a bad mood only.
leeaaun Jan 2019
And i had choose you;
in a hundred lifetimes,
in thousands galaxies,
No matter, which
fairytale will be
written for me in
my destiny.
I will choose the path
that lead me towards
our fairytale.
Like our old one.
Brynn S Nov 2018
Words shift
They dissolve
Melting onto pages
Sinking into skin
Each piece faded
Never to return
All memories lost
None to return
Lynnia Oct 2018
a life in words,
the edges blurred
sync what you’ve read
with what you’ve heard

though limbs may tire
and mouth’s a liar
the dancing pen
is still on fire

in the Real,
tongue can’t reveal
just what the heart
is prone to feel

yet the ink-stained mirror
makes truth appear
and sets free the doubt
the mind so fears
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