#lively
Keep love intact, and
pay attention to whether --
it is still breathing.
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 2:55 AM UTC
The beautiful vase
is old and porous, but still --
it's full of flowers.
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 3:59 AM UTC
How queer the sparrow looks,
Flapping through the air.
A flash of brown, a muted sound,
Near, far off, and there.
Quick they hide among the leaves,
They neither jump nor twitch.
Behind the threads a spider weaves,
They utter no cry or pitch.
And so our little sparrow sits
There on a crooked tree.
Among the colours where it fits
And where we cannot see.
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 5:51 PM UTC
Smile.
I bet your aching gums would want that.
Flowers.
I bet your girl would adore them.
Breathe,
because I know you are dying to again.
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 10:55 PM UTC
We're all so lively but dead within!,
We all smile from outside,
even when we're broken!
We're all so lively but dead within!,
We keep working,
even when we can't be subtle!
We're all so lively but dead within!,
We all build dreams,
but also see them when broken!
We're all so lively but dead within!,
We want to belong to someone who doesn't even care about our presence!
We're all so lively but dead within!,
Are we just living to breathe
Or are we just the living-dead Humans!?
-Vranda Punjabi
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 4:29 AM UTC
I lost a girl, few months back
that I once cherished while looking in the mirror.
I wish I stayed a bit stronger, back then.
I was deeply and faithfully, in love with her.
She was lively and chirpy.
But now, we don't hang out anymore.
We don't laugh together anymore.
And I miss her
I miss the talkative self
I miss myself :/
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
A rabbit hops happily
In this lively forest,
Right into a trap
Now surely doomed.
But only the rabbit's at fault
For moving too fast,
And oh so confidently
The rabbit is snared.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 3:31 PM UTC
A little wit I think I have,
A little strength I believe I have,
A little heart I sure do have,
A little soul I currently have,
A little beauty I thankfully have,
A little friend in you fortunately I have,
A little grace inherently I have,
A little luck hopefully must I have.
And yet you look so confused,
when I do not fear the so little that I have
-storm-
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
Fireplace eyes.
Flower girl in open café.
With exploding yellow dress & cute short hair.
Sees the look on my face.
Smiles & Says nothing.
Standing curious fixing a scratch on the wrist.
I Stand outside trying to make sense.
Filling classical glasses with fog.
Distant but sure to say something.
Spotting an invitation that'll be sure to be groovy.
Garrett Johnson.
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 10:15 PM UTC
There were cracks of light through darkness
But the rain it still came through
There’s no more need to worry
Because now my light is you
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
In a wink everything felt a while back, still so frisky.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
There is a thing that makes someone that we love and rose become our favorite things.
They both,
Beautiful yet lovely
Fragrant yet addicting
And,
They are also painful
Like Rose which has torn and bleed our arm when we touch it
Or,
Like someone that we love who promise us something, but only words which gone hopeless until we upset with tears.
Then,
It always ended up to loving and wanting them back, over and over. Even though we knew how it felt being hurt.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
i never really liked the color yellow
so protuberant
kinda theatrical
too blithe
but it just so happens to be your favorite
and that's exactly what i need
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
I lost a lively part of myself somewhere
I am all alone and incomplete
Longing to feel whole once more
I give another piece to you, will history repeat?
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
Gazes
I'm between his numb expressions,
Lesser a stare, more than just a look,
Not every time is he stealing a smile,
But more than a while he's been
I fear I react just to cold and fire,
And his vigour is somewhere in between,
I fear, he's built the fear in me,
That someday maybe he'll turn around and give in
Lose the patience, find some other back and gazes to steal.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
Vines on the gates in the white moonlight
His show’s in the city that lights up so well
We watch him as he sings, feel redeemed
Jesus on my right, electric all around
Enthrallment in my cup, once an empty stage
And when the stars come out from behind palm trees
There’s the sagacious highway to take
Like opiates, like a match named desperate on fire
We live as if we’ll never remember, decree heaven
To all else, no matter
Dark copper hills abound, he runs wild like lightening
Unveiling God for a flash, this street is the miracle of endless possibility
Takes faith to leave the world behind, heard him say
Freedom in the western wind, picks up faster we drive
Voyagers heightened with the joyish fever of could be
And we don’t mind, willful to see dawn
Take it now, time to decide never comes,
willful to see life as intended, real, that’s divine
And when the stars are about to go back to Eden
We leave for the blackened wilderness
Playing the music in all its casual brilliance
like a near ending taken with inward grace
We live as if we’ll never remember, decree heaven
to all else, no matter
He runs like God it’s mysterious, renown
Said it pleased, here’s the key to the nice dream like you asked
American night is brightening and nothing you can do about it
Play your famous radio song, won’t hear it’s worth till you listen up
Who will open the gates, don’t want to stop but ride smoothly through
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 6:58 PM UTC
a horse
has pone
in luxury
but his
banana drove
caviar in
a steeplechase
if sketchiness
was juvenile
that dinned
there in
gallantry with
my reconnaissance
left indelible
awhile in
retro and
hip hop
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC
At this time now I can say that lively spring has arrived and the cold harsh winter has given up its last breath of life
Now I can see the trees branches looking like claws decorated with leaves
Now I can see grasses glistening with dew which earlier looked like kept in fridge with frosting few
Now I can hear the chirping of birds again which seemed to go abroad and let me vain
Now I am able to see my grasslands again which were transformed into desert without any grain
Now the playground which turned into a haunted site
Is now again occupied by children making it a miracle of life
Now I can feel the wind filled with laughter and joy blowing again
Which once left my side...
Now I can say lively spring has arrived
Lively spring has arrived
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
We like to dance
Feet moving in a trance
Transition to a different stance
All of us jump and prance
We get in a groove
People’s rhythmic motion is smooth
The head banging is proof
Dancer’s enjoying the beat and *****
With Deejay YouTube on rotation
Music revives the good sensation
As boys and girls pair up to charleston
The vibe is lively in Camden
Everyone is revelling
In the style of crip walking
Zimmer frames towards the ceiling
As the old start break dancing
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
Mediocre Flow (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics)
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==Mediocre Flow ==
by
SassyJ
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(Copy the link below to your browser)
https://soundcloud.com/user-367453778/mediocreflow
In the woods I get lost, arrays of green specked by the rays of the sun. The wind blows but its swift in measure. I get lost my body in the breeze, as the time runs faster I breath slower. Lost in the wonder of the nature. I lay it all down, the worldly desires, disused contributions… all in the mediocre flow.
The grounds feels so alive, alone but never lonely. The trees talk to me, they journey my vulnerabilities. A hug of the branches goes far beyond. The only lean over that drives me to ecstasy of …….my mediocre flow.
All done with expectations and chasing the unending mazes. We become the mistresses of the earth, arching and protracting with emotions, lotions ……looming greyed blues. Hold this packet of stars, I pass it to you to touch, to overflow in it’s magic and fantastic voyages of the. …..mediocre flow
Feel the greenness patched on the muddy grounds. Have the enliven nature of the flying bubble. See the flow of the waters, the contraction of the streams to the lakes. Touch the drops….the raindrops, nurture them as they sink below your feet. Feel the life, feel alive….. the mediocre flow
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
I wonder sometimes, what would happen to those pictures of ours which we uploaded a long time ago?
What would happen to them when they have got all their likes and entertained all their comments?
What would happen to those pictures which would remain unseen for a generation?
What would happen to those pictures with real smiles when they remain lonely in a corner of the internet?
What would, indeed happen to those pictures which cannot speak but shout out a thousand words of feelings?
And what would happen to that person in the picture after long time of its uploading?
What would happen to that smile which seemed so radiant in the picture and what would happen to it now?
When a picture serves memory, it serves us purpose. Of relief and of aspiration. Of happiness and of freedom.
When pictures show smiles, it shows the version of the person that we are, deep down in our minds. The person we would seldom become in our real life.
If pictures could speak, they would only like us to be happy as we were at the time when it was clicked: forever.
Only if we were as happy as we look in our pictures.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC