#unlock
IGNITE THE HEART OF THE FOREST FIRE
DO NOT COMPLAIN WHEN LACED W ASH
DESTROY THE CONFIDENCE OF THE PRINCE
EXPECT THE DRAGON’S FLAME TO BE RASH
UNLOCK THE B*TCH TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH
DO NOT DISRESPECT ME AGAIN
Jan 24, 2024
Jan 24, 2024 at 9:08 AM UTC
❤❤
The moment of truth..
Is when you unlock your heart..Speak
up your mind..
And believe that there is nothing to
lose..
Nermine
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Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 3:52 AM UTC
#*
Words have the power
A basket of them
Effective effervescent
Freshly plucked
Quite like the flowers
Fragrant
A garland a bouquet
Maybe, just a few
At the feet of the deity
Even the wildflowers, one sees
Bring peace
Words have the power
Use them freely
Once in a while set yourself free
Many I have known, since ever
Have chosen the quiet
Locking the fragrance
Flowers wilt
The voice devoid
Locked inside
Into the vast void
Words have the power
Brings in a sense of belonging
Dare to bare, helps to bear
All that is*#
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
#*Tuning into the 90’s
Good old memories
And the sunlight
Messy kitchen
Overworked dishwasher
And the tales
Post the storm
The sunbird feeds
On the nectar sweet
Do’s and don’ts
Followed to the T
Time for a test ride
Circular the wheel
Life is a tease
Moves on and spins*#
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 12:49 AM UTC
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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
Golden Hearts;
Drowned in the rain of tears.
Both bound by silver chains
and a brass lock.
They await the day
They’ll be unlocked.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Kissing the ring of death , now that ain't what you want to do,
Their painting the town red ,really just to make it dead,
Unlock the third one , right in the middle of your head,
Find your power , anything to get loose,
Anything to get loose, that makes,
Other geese jealous and fly away from the one spitting all the
truth,
And we don't bother, for all you hypocritical people still on
snooze,
Soul comes alive like the crow in night when it stalks its prey,
Better hope you do,
Despite the circumstances , I still can't do,
I'm aware of this world , I'm aware of the truth,
I'm aware that they want to make slaves out of you,
I'm wishing that the most high comes through,
I'm wishing that the more that I reach for it, I could see
A better virtue.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
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Imagine if we could unlock the
secrets within the dust...
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
The fortress is the mind,
The esoteric experience is the key –
Remove the interference, amass the will to break free.
Your body is merely a shell,
A medium in which to dwell.
It is your soul that you must look for,
Stashed away behind that locked door
Which leads to your heart's dancefloor.
You will sift
Through years of conditioned thought -
A painful journey which is, nonetheless, a gift,
One that leads to greatness being wrought.
It doesn’t matter if you’re deeply distraught,
There’s always a source to elicit;
Seek it and relish it,
Speak through it and embellish it,
Be unique and cherish it.
You may find your soul
Hidden beneath a veneer of hate –
Be it reserved for yourself or others,
It is an ugly twist of fate
When the fires of rage outlast logical reasons,
When we unshackle the cage and let out our suppressed demons.
Our connections to each other get severed;
We become nothing more than another failed romance,
Another love-sick storm that has been weathered.
We sob silently because of loneliness,
Succumbing to society, numb and emotionless.
Let go of the poisonous fruit of anger –
Do not dispense vengeance in every sentence.
Do not love others
If you do not fully intend to love yourself first.
We must be an oasis to the nomad,
Quenching each other’s thirst.
Before doing so,
Just make sure you always know:
To fill up another’s cup
One must have a full glass themselves.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
perhaps it is the weather
a prolonged absence of the sun
or presence of the winter cold
or just a temporary fashion
the media as well as many webbéd sites
simply abound with dreary blather
of lovers lost and death so cold
the lonesomeness of every single soul
and how s/he suffers when s/he writes
spelled out at length with no discretion
we know that people suffer from depression
or unquenchable anger at the world
and how through proper treatments
you can considerably relieve the pain
fix them in words is one of them
but may not be enough
sometimes a mix of pills and pen
may do the trick and help you
write yourself through your misty prison walls
discover unlocked doors hidden in plain sight
step out into the sunshine
from the darkest night
you are the sun
whose radiance illuminates the world
lends brilliance to your life
sheds light on everything you’ve done
and soon you’ll notice
even the weather is getting bether …
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
Why do they appear so mystified?
As if every little thing must be justified
Moved to fit inside their small box
And look away when their key couldn't unlock
What they aimed to achieve
Does it ever make you giggle
When people call you fickle
But they're the ones whose eyes are fixed
On an object not quite literally applicable,
Something regarded as abstract, typically unseen
You see: I am a metaphor
And people stare at me.
© Melissa Carlson 2015
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
the body of water that lay still and silent
.
the atmosphere around so coherent to sound
Like the flower of ideas
Threatens to bloom
then struck light so loud and bold they embrace
and unfolds to incredible wondrous works
Entrance
life began living ....taking new breath
then past ,present and future
And infinity made
.
#standstill
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
He was her skeleton key
changing shape and
fitting snugly to her,
dying to unlock
her so that he could
reside in the space
between her ribs
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
Heart on lock and key
Often try to unlock it
Body won't let me
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
She locked her thoughts
in a box.
Along with her feelings.
But she didn't know.
They are creeping
out, eating her
from the inside out.
.
And there was no key.
No code.
Nor passwords.
To unlock the box
She locked herself.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC