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not crayon not water
but watered down
to drown that claw scratch
of its taste it is
most marvellous
sometimes a shocking
mark made here on the page
here here here here
just where my finger points
to whatever past
symbol we all agreed
on then when need
made need obey
for everyone
sometimes a mark memory
asks for from its past
sometimes a real jewel
that fell to earth and
rang as a star and rings still
so get it back
it’s written down
it can’t be difficult
unless you’re blind
unless you’re dead
and even then it is
most marvellous
Finally, it splattered
Washing away the chatter
Lulling me peacefully
Clearing doubts, clattered
Remembering I frown
Time wasted apart
Testing one thing mattered the most
Our love
Sprinkling again like fresh rain
Finally, it splattered rainbow
We breathe again
Akshi Hargoon May 20
You threw her away
A seed which wasn't being used
She fell to ground
In despair, in a desperate attempt
To make something of herself
The dirt which she fell in, nurtured her
Provided her with all that she needed
Now she stands tall
A beautiful strong tree
Fulfilling her purpose
Akshi Hargoon May 20
Her mind is a bunch of tangled wires
Waiting to be taken apart individually
By the one man that dares
To wonder through her madness
Akshi Hargoon May 20
he was her air
giving her a beautiful life
a life suited for a queen
but suffocating
her on certain days - shutting the palace doors
making her see an explosion of colour
but immersing her into a dark dungeon
her mind became a spiders web
trapping her most intense feelings
allowing her to maintain her golden smile
while making sense of her devastation within
this war is hers to fight for she refuses to give up
she still sees the beautiful life and opened palace doors
Abhishek kumar Aug 2018
I was full of emotions
But i failed to express
Nobody was patient enough
To wait,so they left,
before I started to narrat

My stories were never as thrilling as yours
Nor my life as interesting as yours

I'm unique and my tale differs
So the only audience was my mirror

Now I write and then read
Everything thing that I have printed on my sheet

And I wait for more updates
Because my life is adding new lines everyday
e J Aug 2018
‘Real poets’ say the words should flow
That the words just come to you
At random times throughout the day
But what if that’s not my case
What if it takes me a week
Just to put together the right words
Just to get the point across
Does that make me a poser?
Am I a fake poet then?
No it just makes me different
Everyone writes their heart out
Bleeds the words onto the paper
Some people just have a slower flow
Not a gush but a drip
And that’s me.
I have been feeling very stuck lately. Like my life is at a stalemate
J Rodriguez Jun 2018
I fall apart when I take a couple sips can’t help to think how hurt I feel take one more to see if I can go into this different world of no feelings try to forget where I’m at the moment and just float away .Take a sip of *** cause I don’t like anything clear. Take another sip you can’t get near, thoughts running through my brain can’t control it but to fear always open up and break into tears
Christina Jun 2018
dear words,

sometimes i hate you
Speaking Eyes Apr 2018
Sometimes even though I think I've healed
those scars still hurt.

Even all the happy days I have
some memory sticks its poison
and I die a little again

Even now I´m in love, with all my heart
and this love is wonderful!
Although I feel loved in body and soul
this pain manages to reach me
and plucks my wings a little.

Is part of healing, right?
Die from time to time
agonize with some anguish
that… an old wish, one very rooted in our soul
take away our peace, erase our smile

Is part of healing, right?
And it takes time…
it really takes time…

And I think that from now on
my life is going to be the most similar as I had dreamed.
I woke up and that there's no reason to be blind again

But… even all...
and as happy as I can be
there are some things that always will hurt…

I think there's not enough time to them to stop hurting,
because is not possible to erase in the map of our soul,
something that we wished from our core

Lets see…
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