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 Oct 2017 Jdeebs
Lior Gavra
People power people, and pick their equals.
Ideas, decisions, and what becomes real.
Whether we stand in a line, elections.
Decide who continues on, selection.

The rich become rich only from people’s contributions.
Using their products, services, or through admiration.
Social media, likes, comments, a way to get attention.
Striving to break from conformity, this world’s automation.

Scream, shout, acting strange in public.
Shoot, attack, people turn on each other, frantic.
People become desperate, run out of options.
Detectives try to figure out motives, using caution.

Joker said it best, why so serious?
Wasting time on the small things, getting furious.
When you can turn it around, hear how they feel.
Truly care and help them heal.
Be a friendlier face, selfless.
To those hiding in their shells, helpless.

Maybe everything seems right for a while.
But this world is in chaos, and in need of smiles.

Why so serious?
Smile
 Oct 2017 Jdeebs
Naash
flow
 Oct 2017 Jdeebs
Naash
It stings.
Burns my heavy eyes with a warmth far too cold.
Ungranted escape, heart bent out of shape.
You can’t put a number or size on emotions,
But when they bleed at the speed of light,
They do, in a perfect flow
 Oct 2017 Jdeebs
Em MacKenzie
As always I'm dreading just leaving my bed,
I've got a hundred thoughts threading fog through my head.
Another day to live, twenty-four hours of fight,
I don't have much else to give; I used it all up last night.
Am I the only one to see colour in different shades and hues?
'Cause lately this world seems duller, the Earth has lost it's muse.

My body is aching through every bone and joint,
and my will is breaking, for I no longer see the point.
I grasp fire just to feel pain and stare at the sun to go blind,
It seems I've got a plastic brain and a melting mind.

I'm stressing out in a traffic even though I'm in no real hurry,
but in my head details are graphic of every fear and worry.
Another week to go through, seven days of pointless waste,
you know the feeling too true, you know it's feel and it's taste.
Am I the only one to see colour, instead of just white and black?
'Cause lately this world is duller, there's so much that we lack.

My body is aching from my head down to my toes,
and I'm just faking the knowledge no one else really knows.
I wonder if I'm sane, and if I'm alone and confined,
it seems I've got a plastic brain and a melting mind.

Why does it feel that every person I meet isn't real?
As if they're stuck in a dream, or following a line down stream.
Does anyone else think like this?
That there's something we all miss,
'cause wasn't life a gift of bliss?
Instead we regret and only reminisce.

My body is aching through every limb and pore,
and no matter what you're making, you'll always need more.
Can't be another link in a chain; bound, locked and intertwined,
I suffer from a plastic brain and a melting mind.
 Oct 2017 Jdeebs
Em MacKenzie
The broken man can not feel,
no, the broken man can not heal.
The broken man creates a child,
and leaves it defenseless in the wild.

The broken man does not care,
no, the broken man is never there.
The broken man is built to roam,
after he destroys your home.
He'll put your life upon a shelf,
yes, the broken man only loves himself.
The broken man has no voice,
ignoring common sense with every choice.

It's his world, it's his life,
you've been hurled, for his wife.
It's his plan, it's his goals,
the broken man leaves broken souls.

The broken man just lives for fun,
he believes he is the only one.
The broken man is always dazed,
and believes his family is not phased.
The broken man cares much for wealth,
but still he only loves himself.
The broken man is my father,
and I don't wish to be a broken daughter.

It's his world, it's his life,
he’s got pearl, I’ve got strife.
It's his clan, filled by holes,
the broken man leaves broken souls.

The broken man does not feel,
no, the broken man will always steal.
The broken man creates a child,
and the broken man has never smiled.
The broken man cares not for health,
but he'll always only love himself.
The broken man is my father,
because of the mother I miss; he forgot her.

It's his world, it's his life,
you've been hurled, for his wife.
It's his plan, it's his goals,
the broken man leaves broken souls.
Air
It's so hard to breathe
Begging you to give me air
Breathing heavy underneath
This feeling I'm keeping
and in the midst of darkness I flair
Tonight  I will cry
Because I fell terrible inside
Loving you is a mistake
That I can’t skip
I’m stuck on you  like
Everyday I’m wanting you
But you never gave me anything
In return
 Oct 2017 Jdeebs
Seema
Chuckles is all I hear
In my silent ears
Now I fear

The voices in my head
Spins like thread
Driving me mad

My fingers are numb
I stare like a dumb
Shaking my hand, biting my thumb

Why am I here?
Sitting alone with my tear
An empty glass, looks so clear

Stained hands, clothes torn
What have I done so wrong?
Was this the reason, I was born?

The screaming sirens seem near
Shall I get up when they are here?
What have I done? Why my mind is unclear?

I can't move, I feel stuck
Will it be too late or saved by luck
In this trashed car, hit by a truck

I don't wanna die yet
Remembering all the people I've met
I want to live, live and forget

Exhaustion peaks my eyes to close
I am dying, dying as my body is at lose
No pain, seems I am heavily dosed

I wish to live!
I wish to give!
I wish to achieve!
PLEASE!



©sim
Fiction write. Drive safe.
 Oct 2017 Jdeebs
Seema
Don't Kneel
 Oct 2017 Jdeebs
Seema
Now, I'll just tear the pages,
Rip every bit apart
Lock my thoughts in cages
And exile my own heart

I'll savage my feelings  
And blindfold my visions
Coz, I am done with the killings,
Of my naive emotions

I am not the crazy one here
Neither was my love
You wouldn't mind counting my tear
As the sky shatters from above

The state of my mind
Is not, even near to insanity
I have put everything behind
Coz, I am not greedy for eternity

Letting ooze out the filth
That's clogging my entire body
So I don't feel the guilts
And put blame on somebody

Inking with bright red
For every mistake I've made
Never shall I be sad
For I'll soon be laid

In the soft mud, hugging the ground
The underground creatures my friend
With whom I shall surround
As my breath has come to an end

Be happy, unlike my depression
Killing me rather softly
But don't kneel to this depression
Coz, you'll also die slowly...




©sim
Depression, slowly kills. It's the new disease that self invites itself.
Fictional write.
Lead my hand
in soft and gentle brush strokes
while
    our
      brush
        dips
           into
             the
               most
                 beautiful
colors of love, crimson tones
     pink
            cherry
                     red
                        and cerise…
glossy hues
                bleeding colors
creating a treasured masterpiece
                       as
bodies blend in bursts of color
fingertips brush the canvas
passion flares
                   glancing eyes
driving hearts into madness.

Fingers linking,
                    in gentle touch
a pure soul and heart attraction
merging colors of crimson hue
    in loves pure satisfaction.

Colors of love
                     crimson tones
    smooth and silky texture
bleeding colors upon the canvas
     as souls blend
                     in forever pleasure….
The abyss tempts me to enter it;
Fear nothing it spoke ;
No more wet cheeks, no more ruined mascara;
My adrenaline leaped in with no clue of its depth.
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