#minds - Hello Poetry

Your presence is carved into my memory Like an angel in my mind Wings forever spread wide to seek the winds you left behind

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May 2

May 2, 2026 at 12:30 PM UTC

Robin_John

Linger

Your presence is carved into my memory Like an angel in my mind Wings forever spread wide to seek the winds you left behind

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efficient machines created for death killers on the loose from the mind of Man. Sisters, Brothers truth lost, evils gain. Flesh and blood. mechanised slaughter.

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Mar 30

Mar 30, 2026 at 8:19 AM UTC

nivek

Sisters, Brothers.

efficient machines created for death killers on the loose from the mind of Man. Sisters, Brothers truth lost, evils gain. Flesh and blood. mechanised slaughter.

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misalignments within gloved hands fingers in the wrong place, again. there are clenched fists never thrown and punches that **** in one blow. we met on a fast train departing at different stations. I never forgot that evil is down right nasty it spat its venom my way almost daily. kindness is never abstract except in the arts.

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC

nivek

kindness is never abstract

misalignments within gloved hands fingers in the wrong place, again. there are clenched fists never thrown and punches that **** in one blow. we met on a fast train departing at different stations. I never forgot that evil is down right nasty it spat its venom my way almost daily. kindness is never abstract except in the arts.

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Shared hope opposing shared victory, hope the planet survives the grand old pride, contending for global energy hegemony, live using evil readjustment as /*-excuses to terrorize those whose sacred contract law demands order, order in the court of public opinion… live to learn enough to one day personally account for every idle word you let signal a soul in turmoil, during windy days when the smell of ****** is indistinguishable from the smell of burning gasoline and polyester

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Mar 7

Mar 7, 2026 at 3:18 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Plain Vision Habit

Shared hope opposing shared victory, hope the planet survives the grand old pride, contending for global energy hegemony, live using evil readjustment as /*-excuses to terrorize those whose sacred contract law demands order, order in the court of public opinion… live to learn enough to one day personally account for every idle word you let signal a soul in turmoil, during windy days when the smell of ****** is indistinguishable from the smell of burning gasoline and polyester

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My mind is a place Where worlds collide It’s a place where evil and good both reside It’s a place of what ifs and a place with cul de sacs It’s a place of beauty, hope, idealism, mental derision, fantasies and realms of possibilities. It’s a place where I live, And think there is so much to give.

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Feb 3

Feb 3, 2026 at 4:08 PM UTC

UnRavel

Musings of the mind

My mind is a place Where worlds collide It’s a place where evil and good both reside It’s a place of what ifs and a place with cul de sacs It’s a place of beauty, hope, idealism, mental derision, fantasies and realms of possibilities. It’s a place where I live, And think there is so much to give.

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Two forests, both quite the same in mystic, In a strange world far from our human mind, Two creatures wander—animalistic, Sentenced to love nothing but the same kind. Birth separates them for now and ever, Yet a creatures love steps out of its line, And the other’s heart will not love ever, One stopped and stayed, pretending to be fine. Though what if loving’s so vulnerable, One thought of itself: “I won’t ever do”, What if it discovered it’s lovable? Oh—what if the other just had a clue? Once creatures stopped and stayed, thinking love was gone, Once minds stopped thinking thoughts, of keeping wandering on.

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Jan 20

Jan 20, 2026 at 2:14 PM UTC

Poetlostinstars

Of wandering with love

Two forests, both quite the same in mystic, In a strange world far from our human mind, Two creatures wander—animalistic, Sentenced to love nothing but the same kind. Birth separates them for now and ever, Yet a creatures love steps out of its line, And the other’s heart will not love ever, One stopped and stayed, pretending to be fine. Though what if loving’s so vulnerable, One thought of itself: “I won’t ever do”, What if it discovered it’s lovable? Oh—what if the other just had a clue? Once creatures stopped and stayed, thinking love was gone, Once minds stopped thinking thoughts, of keeping wandering on.

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fragile creatures wielding nukes mind games from dawn to dusk and as if that was not enough posting vitriol through the night.

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Jan 13

Jan 13, 2026 at 9:59 AM UTC

nivek

fragile creatures

fragile creatures wielding nukes mind games from dawn to dusk and as if that was not enough posting vitriol through the night.

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Blood-soaked blue sky Smell our vinaigrette of helplessness The honey crying chords of a zillion golden cubs Roots that won’t die Bursting through us Dark crimson walls high Too shame our innards Tear-drenched rain Draining our conscience Pulling us toward the marble migraine Where blinded gerents continue the measured deterrent Of life desperate Keeping hearts from heads And minds from mouths Away from this marble pavement High up top, in cobwebs of restitched tapestry Skeleton beast, less beastly in breathlessness... A surge of sun spurged light in clustered cusps Blows into this lecher To carry our vividness Like pappus in great gusts...

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Aug 20, 2025

Aug 20, 2025 at 7:42 PM UTC

SeismicNought

Will raindrops rise in Summer?

Blood-soaked blue sky Smell our vinaigrette of helplessness The honey crying chords of a zillion golden cubs Roots that won’t die Bursting through us Dark crimson walls high Too shame our innards Tear-drenched rain Draining our conscience Pulling us toward the marble migraine Where blinded gerents continue the measured deterrent Of life desperate Keeping hearts from heads And minds from mouths Away from this marble pavement High up top, in cobwebs of restitched tapestry Skeleton beast, less beastly in breathlessness... A surge of sun spurged light in clustered cusps Blows into this lecher To carry our vividness Like pappus in great gusts...

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Hovering a black cloak over you, wearing a smile so strained;— That could make one be lost in the deep mist, you wait in silence. In the depths of your complex codes lies the unsolved mysteries and the truths of my past. My worn eyes can't reach you till your name is recalled from my lips stitched together with thick wires. Will you ever reveal yourself?

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Jun 29, 2025

Jun 29, 2025 at 3:02 AM UTC

soul-3

Ode to a Password

Hovering a black cloak over you, wearing a smile so strained;— That could make one be lost in the deep mist, you wait in silence. In the depths of your complex codes lies the unsolved mysteries and the truths of my past. My worn eyes can't reach you till your name is recalled from my lips stitched together with thick wires. Will you ever reveal yourself?

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The door of a free thinking mind should never be shut, You must be a open minded person like an open door itself, Because the shut mind shuts the door on new thinking and new ideas in life itself. So let others be like a postal person delivering letters to you, Which these letters are new learning and new ideas to your minds mailbox itself. So the door should never be fully shut in your mind itself.

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Apr 8, 2025

Apr 8, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC

Decker007

The Door Should Never Be Shut.

The door of a free thinking mind should never be shut, You must be a open minded person like an open door itself, Because the shut mind shuts the door on new thinking and new ideas in life itself. So let others be like a postal person delivering letters to you, Which these letters are new learning and new ideas to your minds mailbox itself. So the door should never be fully shut in your mind itself.

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As we grow, We mature. Our ideas change, So does our nature. I don't want to instigate, As much as I want to love now. I used to want to rule an empire, But now I'll settle for common things. Settle down with my queen, I'll last forever, if she lets me. As we grow, We lose touch. Of each little thing we know, Everything we loved so much. I no longer feel aggression, The same way I feel peace. I may be tired, But I'm just tuckered out, I've learned to sleep.

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Feb 18, 2025

Feb 18, 2025 at 9:49 PM UTC

AbbottJHardison

As We Grow

As we grow, We mature. Our ideas change, So does our nature. I don't want to instigate, As much as I want to love now. I used to want to rule an empire, But now I'll settle for common things. Settle down with my queen, I'll last forever, if she lets me. As we grow, We lose touch. Of each little thing we know, Everything we loved so much. I no longer feel aggression, The same way I feel peace. I may be tired, But I'm just tuckered out, I've learned to sleep.

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Roses are elegant , Bougainville are radiant , Sunflowers are shining , Jasmines are intensely white. Roses smell floral, Bougainville fragrant tropical, Sunflowers are earthly, Jasmine gives an exotic aroma. They blooms in my mind, They filled my cozy oasis, Leaving behind blissful traces...

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Feb 15, 2025

Feb 15, 2025 at 12:07 AM UTC

Nature

Blooms of Mind:

Roses are elegant , Bougainville are radiant , Sunflowers are shining , Jasmines are intensely white. Roses smell floral, Bougainville fragrant tropical, Sunflowers are earthly, Jasmine gives an exotic aroma. They blooms in my mind, They filled my cozy oasis, Leaving behind blissful traces...

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By Arcassin B Childhood was complicated, And the dirt was washed away and, So many things made me frustrated, Many things had me jaded, shrouded in all this hatred, Living here in the Matrix, Not one decent person came into my life and made me sane, There is no yoooooooouuu, You just pretennnnnnnd, Only got meeeeeeeee, Your cycle ennnnnnnnds....

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Dec 28, 2024

Dec 28, 2024 at 12:45 PM UTC

arcassin-burnham

"Man-Child Angel"

By Arcassin B Childhood was complicated, And the dirt was washed away and, So many things made me frustrated, Many things had me jaded, shrouded in all this hatred, Living here in the Matrix, Not one decent person came into my life and made me sane, There is no yoooooooouuu, You just pretennnnnnnd, Only got meeeeeeeee, Your cycle ennnnnnnnds....

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By Arcassin B Beyond the stars, I only wonder too, So many wanders, Universes too, Beyond the stars, See the world for what it really is, Ultimate Rewards, The gift of being aware, I Dont know what ya' sayin' and they don't care what I'm sayin', I dont know what ya' sayin' and they dont care what I'm sayin', Behind this home, i have grown, Above us all , Beyond the dome, I Dont know what ya' sayin' and they don't care what I'm sayin', I dont know what ya' sayin' and they dont care what I'm sayin', Been all alone , even without a home, Above you all , Beyond the dome,

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Dec 21, 2024

Dec 21, 2024 at 8:30 PM UTC

arcassin-burnham

"Beyond The Dome"

By Arcassin B Beyond the stars, I only wonder too, So many wanders, Universes too, Beyond the stars, See the world for what it really is, Ultimate Rewards, The gift of being aware, I Dont know what ya' sayin' and they don't care what I'm sayin', I dont know what ya' sayin' and they dont care what I'm sayin', Behind this home, i have grown, Above us all , Beyond the dome, I Dont know what ya' sayin' and they don't care what I'm sayin', I dont know what ya' sayin' and they dont care what I'm sayin', Been all alone , even without a home, Above you all , Beyond the dome,

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Justice denied for another mind of my kind. It hurts so much to see the abuse over time. It's a burden we carry against our will. Our hurt is an expectation we can never fulfill. But overcoming our "shortcomings" is what strengthens us. Our obstacles are our only path. Our unique efforts, the only way to success. Effort is success. And success is being free. And freedom is just being the kind we were born to be.

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Jul 26, 2024

Jul 26, 2024 at 3:17 PM UTC

josephine_wild

Justice To Just Be

Justice denied for another mind of my kind. It hurts so much to see the abuse over time. It's a burden we carry against our will. Our hurt is an expectation we can never fulfill. But overcoming our "shortcomings" is what strengthens us. Our obstacles are our only path. Our unique efforts, the only way to success. Effort is success. And success is being free. And freedom is just being the kind we were born to be.

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Jubal Cain trained his children, his brother, Tubal, trained his, as well. When stories grow in prehistorical shade, all letters symbol references locked away, when the little people in blue Phrygian caps, acknowledge the big strong wombed Liberties, wearing with honor the red Phrygian caps. Freedom from all forms of mental tyranny, snaps medically induced connection across synaptic gaps. Who, who? We heard it, on the radio. Life in my time has been totally unique, in time as a whole, scientifically, we, even we two, just me and you, agreeing, as touching, any thing, a thought, a thing? being used to make you think, once more what if, we do, and never tell? what if this is telling? what if we knew?

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Jul 18, 2024

Jul 18, 2024 at 5:54 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Mythed aims rethunk

Jubal Cain trained his children, his brother, Tubal, trained his, as well. When stories grow in prehistorical shade, all letters symbol references locked away, when the little people in blue Phrygian caps, acknowledge the big strong wombed Liberties, wearing with honor the red Phrygian caps. Freedom from all forms of mental tyranny, snaps medically induced connection across synaptic gaps. Who, who? We heard it, on the radio. Life in my time has been totally unique, in time as a whole, scientifically, we, even we two, just me and you, agreeing, as touching, any thing, a thought, a thing? being used to make you think, once more what if, we do, and never tell? what if this is telling? what if we knew?

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Within the depths of our minds, clouds may form, Blocking the sun, causing a mental storm. But remember, dear soul, after every storm, A rainbow appears, bringing colors warm. Through the darkness and the rain, We find strength to ease the pain. The clouds may linger, but they will pass, Leaving behind a rainbow at last. So hold on tight through the cloudy days, For the rainbow shines in mysterious ways. Mental health is a journey, not a race, Embrace the storms, for they will be replaced..

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Jul 5, 2024

Jul 5, 2024 at 1:55 PM UTC

yildiz

cloudy days

Within the depths of our minds, clouds may form, Blocking the sun, causing a mental storm. But remember, dear soul, after every storm, A rainbow appears, bringing colors warm. Through the darkness and the rain, We find strength to ease the pain. The clouds may linger, but they will pass, Leaving behind a rainbow at last. So hold on tight through the cloudy days, For the rainbow shines in mysterious ways. Mental health is a journey, not a race, Embrace the storms, for they will be replaced..

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Inevitable, that the circle be completed, celebrating our seasonal return to the sheltering abode by river, bearing winded surround sounds to our isle of near-perfection, where slivered tongued foamy waves deposit new & used poems on beach, emptied from now repurposed sea shells and hardened conchae's, evidence that the truest inhabitants never leave, always return, with their markers Inevitable, that I write this in premature anticipation, amidst the towers of babble, & honking taxis, imitating Canadian geese, who await our presence to refute any paper, that we fool human claimants, before Nature pretense of ownership, are not mere renters, albeit but for a few centuries, which by larger definition, is an interim short term lease, writ in invisible ink, that tho it yellowing disappears, the orange summer heat magic revives Inevitable, that decades of worshiping this place, now mindbound, as temple, shrine, to a place extant in our minds, wherever we be, as land that owns us; here, we have buried super~hero figurines, sanded, polished memories of loved ones, parents, friends, adventures, times, confusing generations, for the children of earlier children, whose children, now too scream with glee & courageous abandon, familiar+identical to forbears Inevitable, that we live here, though life demands our presence elsewhere, in our minds,* for each year burnishes our genes with sun rays, while sand smoothes our roughened skin, and we are only refresher modifications of our earlier selves, when we first were lost, and stumbled upon this grail, with shovels and red plastic pails, with which we commenced erecting foundations, homes, gardens and vines, and images that are always at home in our minds, living on, in real time…

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May 4, 2024

May 4, 2024 at 9:37 AM UTC

whereshelter

We (a)live in our minds...

Inevitable, that the circle be completed, celebrating our seasonal return to the sheltering abode by river, bearing winded surround sounds to our isle of near-perfection, where slivered tongued foamy waves deposit new & used poems on beach, emptied from now repurposed sea shells and hardened conchae's, evidence that the truest inhabitants never leave, always return, with their markers Inevitable, that I write this in premature anticipation, amidst the towers of babble, & honking taxis, imitating Canadian geese, who await our presence to refute any paper, that we fool human claimants, before Nature pretense of ownership, are not mere renters, albeit but for a few centuries, which by larger definition, is an interim short term lease, writ in invisible ink, that tho it yellowing disappears, the orange summer heat magic revives Inevitable, that decades of worshiping this place, now mindbound, as temple, shrine, to a place extant in our minds, wherever we be, as land that owns us; here, we have buried super~hero figurines, sanded, polished memories of loved ones, parents, friends, adventures, times, confusing generations, for the children of earlier children, whose children, now too scream with glee & courageous abandon, familiar+identical to forbears Inevitable, that we live here, though life demands our presence elsewhere, in our minds,* for each year burnishes our genes with sun rays, while sand smoothes our roughened skin, and we are only refresher modifications of our earlier selves, when we first were lost, and stumbled upon this grail, with shovels and red plastic pails, with which we commenced erecting foundations, homes, gardens and vines, and images that are always at home in our minds, living on, in real time…

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Do we know where our time is heading Where thou the Inner-child Walk with faith New birth for both God promise land Spiritual hug hand * * * Love Yearning To be punctual or late Love of fate Comes when you Arrive Bluest sky high five You take a skin- dive Good feeling* Cure healing* * * * The vibration What do we know? Your in control* Your full body Godly soul Holy water dive What do we know? Go with the flow Scenic drive Your time to survive To love- run- or hide Do we smell a rose I suppose true love * * * * Heavenly power All Mighty God above sun eyes glow New birth celebration show Your birth or what's now Wake up call or last shot Godly light angelic face Chosen one rejoice to trace Embrace your age Every facet heart of a magnet Bright sunset you met Eyes focused all mind-set * * * Meditation all healing wet Godly voice to transform But God knows * * * * To envision all conditions Dressed on a mission But nothing to confess Yourself worth in uniform Somehow you smell the fire Darkness feeling a hint of low But you rise up different world * * * Maturing growing A healing flower* blooming* A cactus of fighting pins Positive win like a genius

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Apr 26, 2024

Apr 26, 2024 at 1:29 PM UTC

robinHelloRow

What do we know?

Do we know where our time is heading Where thou the Inner-child Walk with faith New birth for both God promise land Spiritual hug hand * * * Love Yearning To be punctual or late Love of fate Comes when you Arrive Bluest sky high five You take a skin- dive Good feeling* Cure healing* * * * The vibration What do we know? Your in control* Your full body Godly soul Holy water dive What do we know? Go with the flow Scenic drive Your time to survive To love- run- or hide Do we smell a rose I suppose true love * * * * Heavenly power All Mighty God above sun eyes glow New birth celebration show Your birth or what's now Wake up call or last shot Godly light angelic face Chosen one rejoice to trace Embrace your age Every facet heart of a magnet Bright sunset you met Eyes focused all mind-set * * * Meditation all healing wet Godly voice to transform But God knows * * * * To envision all conditions Dressed on a mission But nothing to confess Yourself worth in uniform Somehow you smell the fire Darkness feeling a hint of low But you rise up different world * * * Maturing growing A healing flower* blooming* A cactus of fighting pins Positive win like a genius

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Where small minds gather there is bound to be trouble brewing and people who don't see. __________________

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Nov 25, 2023

Nov 25, 2023 at 9:58 AM UTC

George-Krokos

Simple Observation #362 - Where small minds gather....

Where small minds gather there is bound to be trouble brewing and people who don't see. __________________

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Lost when not knowing what to do, Empty spaces we form to choose, Silent thoughts evolve in our minds, Beginning to surrender our voids to those who judge us, Falling into a place we don't like, Trying to get back but we never find, That's what we feel when lost.

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Sep 8, 2022

Sep 8, 2022 at 3:44 AM UTC

carlsinderby

Lost

Lost when not knowing what to do, Empty spaces we form to choose, Silent thoughts evolve in our minds, Beginning to surrender our voids to those who judge us, Falling into a place we don't like, Trying to get back but we never find, That's what we feel when lost.

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From out of space my love re appeared and fast I ran away disbelieving. while hunted by webs of predators in greed modes trashing impeccable character inborn parenthood trait courage, heart skill grace, as weapons eluding chase avating jealousy outface. Each grotesque stunt trampled me to fall in pain. losing all crops of my hard labour scenarious so turbulent to depict. in any story poetry or book My love spark within outlived travesty and misery sent in. From an ancient love spell propelled a new lovers aim following me with grace deep as space, honor truth understanding patience Twin loss, twin dreams Experiences base the glue. Large as the cosmos we both Phathom, thirst, crave and love. Synchronicity in telepathy; the cosmos conspires offering cards to read virtual modes to explore our receptiveness. Our loving is a Deja-VU indeed. An ancient powerhouse, with outworldly, genetic legacies We both share in our weave. a hybrid mutant Adam and Eve. Who's my mystic beloved?A brightest star over Jaipur! Intergalactic, art at heart. Poet verse, he's honey bee. His aim is firm as his name He is me I am him within! similar avatar in the outside We tingle a double mystic smile. A magnetic vortex keep us both In one LOVEz voyage loop, through space.🐝🐝🛸. His vessel his gates his hands His mind,heart, soul is my own. Nothing and no one can pull us apart, we call HP our time machine to beyond Alpha Century bound. Thus, a billion stars cinthilate with gentle beams of hope Antimatter lovers lane And our heart Rd-Ad our home.🦋🦋. ~~~~ By: Karijinbba. Inspired by- Good better best MOI.

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Aug 5, 2021

Aug 5, 2021 at 11:33 AM UTC

karijinbba

Antimatter lovers lane

From out of space my love re appeared and fast I ran away disbelieving. while hunted by webs of predators in greed modes trashing impeccable character inborn parenthood trait courage, heart skill grace, as weapons eluding chase avating jealousy outface. Each grotesque stunt trampled me to fall in pain. losing all crops of my hard labour scenarious so turbulent to depict. in any story poetry or book My love spark within outlived travesty and misery sent in. From an ancient love spell propelled a new lovers aim following me with grace deep as space, honor truth understanding patience Twin loss, twin dreams Experiences base the glue. Large as the cosmos we both Phathom, thirst, crave and love. Synchronicity in telepathy; the cosmos conspires offering cards to read virtual modes to explore our receptiveness. Our loving is a Deja-VU indeed. An ancient powerhouse, with outworldly, genetic legacies We both share in our weave. a hybrid mutant Adam and Eve. Who's my mystic beloved?A brightest star over Jaipur! Intergalactic, art at heart. Poet verse, he's honey bee. His aim is firm as his name He is me I am him within! similar avatar in the outside We tingle a double mystic smile. A magnetic vortex keep us both In one LOVEz voyage loop, through space.🐝🐝🛸. His vessel his gates his hands His mind,heart, soul is my own. Nothing and no one can pull us apart, we call HP our time machine to beyond Alpha Century bound. Thus, a billion stars cinthilate with gentle beams of hope Antimatter lovers lane And our heart Rd-Ad our home.🦋🦋. ~~~~ By: Karijinbba. Inspired by- Good better best MOI.

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The beauty of you ... how could my eyes ... runs away from you sweet lady ... how could i look ... to any one ... than you ... after you stole ... the mind of me ... and made my eyes ... sees no one ... only you ... o lady ... with a beautiful face ... it's the good sweet day ... because of your smile ... and your shinny eyes ... even ... the sun will rise up on us today ... Because you woke up from your sleep ... o lady ... you charmed my eyes ... to make me fly ... dreaming all the time ... about your beautiful soul ... good morning ... hazem al ..

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Jul 23, 2021

Jul 23, 2021 at 2:41 AM UTC

hazem-al-jaber

Dreaming minds ...

The beauty of you ... how could my eyes ... runs away from you sweet lady ... how could i look ... to any one ... than you ... after you stole ... the mind of me ... and made my eyes ... sees no one ... only you ... o lady ... with a beautiful face ... it's the good sweet day ... because of your smile ... and your shinny eyes ... even ... the sun will rise up on us today ... Because you woke up from your sleep ... o lady ... you charmed my eyes ... to make me fly ... dreaming all the time ... about your beautiful soul ... good morning ... hazem al ..

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i am just a vessel, a rotting human body. who's always longed to be cradled, but I have nobody. i am just a vessel, a display of pure loneliness. who's desire is all to be nestled, despite all the emptiness. i am just a vessel, nothing more than that. has always been the lesser, waiting for the time I'll rot.

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Jul 6, 2021

Jul 6, 2021 at 6:50 AM UTC

jia

vessel

i am just a vessel, a rotting human body. who's always longed to be cradled, but I have nobody. i am just a vessel, a display of pure loneliness. who's desire is all to be nestled, despite all the emptiness. i am just a vessel, nothing more than that. has always been the lesser, waiting for the time I'll rot.

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