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 Sep 2022 Jemevic
cs wondering
This is not a poem;
This is an artist screaming to be heard in the abyss of life's harshest realities.

This is not romantic;
This is an artist learning to to be in love with her very self.

All this years, I have been trying so hard to create a person I could love.

Little did I realize, what I was looking for has always and-
will always be within me.

I think I've learnt to love myself.
I think I'm finally free.

This is a poem;
This is an artist screaming to be heard in the abyss of life's harshest realities.

This is romantic;
This is an artist learning to to be in love with her very self.

All this years, I have been trying so hard to create a person I could love.

Little did I realize, what I was looking for has always and-
will always be within me.

I think I've learnt to love myself.
I think I'm finally free.
I think-

— c.s wondering
Hello friends!

It's been so many years since I last came on here to create poems. I guess something sparked inside of me tonight, and just like that- I'm back.

And I hope everyone has been well x
 Sep 2022 Jemevic
sandra wyllie
is a beast with peppermint breath
and shiny white teeth. Sometimes
they hide their claws in the bottom of

their bedroom drawers. Sometimes
their sweet song is exiguous as their
black leather thongs. Sometimes you're

trapped in a bubble that only leaves you with
a measure of trouble. And sometimes it takes
a sharp pin to see all the years you've put in.
 Sep 2022 Jemevic
Sul-E
Green bottle
 Sep 2022 Jemevic
Sul-E
There used to be a bottle on the wall.
It was very green.
I'm sure it was the loneliest green bottle
that I had ever seen
It used to sit on the wall
all day and all night
And every day, when I looked out of the window,
it was always in my line of sight
Then one day, a cat came along.
Something was going to happen; I could tell
The cat then accidentally nudged it
and off the wall, it fell
When it had fallen off the wall
it had dropped with a very loud sound.
There were all these little pieces of the green bottle
all over the ground
Then the cat yelped
and I knew it had gotten hurt
I could quite obviously see its paws were caked in
blood and dirt
The bottle wasn't harmful in the beginning
it did not look the slightest bit treacherous
but after a nudge in the wrong direction
it became very dangerous
Now I look back at you smiling
next to me on the big armchair
Your fingers running through your soft locks of hair.
You remind me a lot
of that green bottle.
In the beginning, you were harmless
you were all sorts of fun.
Now you hurt me.
Could you tell me why
as I don't quite know what I've done
 Mar 2022 Jemevic
Eitten S
Do you ever feel
Like
   you
      might
         be
            falling?
Do you ever think
                            That
                         you
                     won't
                   be
             able
          to
      get
  back
up?
Fight that feeling
A
n
d
And take the
                    st
                    ai
                  ­  rs
                      to the top floor.
i wanted to try something new. Hope you like it and can read it! :D
 Mar 2022 Jemevic
Emma P
Sun
 Mar 2022 Jemevic
Emma P
Sun
When I say
that you are my Sun,
I don’t mean that you are
Luminous,
Brilliant,
Gilded,
Beautiful,
Bold,
Warm,
Or even the center of my universe.
I simply mean that
I cannot look at you
Without hurting
 Mar 2022 Jemevic
honeybee
when there’s pouring rain
knocking on my window pane
can i be in your arms?
cause it’s the only place to find my lost calm

can i be in your arms?
when winter feels like forever
all smile wilts with the lovers
can i be in your arms?
cause nothing heals like the way
when im in ur safe embrace

the wolves are out there bawling
ghosts float around with different faces
can i be in ur arms?
so that i can hear
the sound of your heartbeats
that make me feel alive
in this world of snake pit
 Mar 2022 Jemevic
Erin
And what would happen if you
Looked into my eyes...

And realised?

These glazed eyes,
A distorted tautologous window.

A facade of transparency.
The window is misted
It’s distorted with the touch of an October morning.

And I fear.

You will not see through this window,
This glass.
Until it has shattered,
And all that remains is a soul,
That has been freed.
UK Samaritans Number- 116 123
 Mar 2022 Jemevic
KV Srikanth
INVEST
 Mar 2022 Jemevic
KV Srikanth
Seconds given to us
Opportunity for investment
Thought and deed together
Make the best of time

Like any other venture
Takes time to grow
Adds upon itself
Repaid slowly but surely

Unlike any other venture
Funding not required
Goodness the competence
Everything else taken care of

Reap in the future
What you sowed today
Invest in welfare and growth
Comes back cleansing the soul

No risk undertaken
Downside or stop loss none
Stagnant lifestyle the  downside
Can't recoup time the bigger loss

Trading or Investment
Not for you to decide
Price fluctuations in your own mind
Bulls and Bears don't have a say
Only market forces of good and bad at play

Postman always rings twice
True for good deeds as well
ROI gets credited in the most appropriate manner
Here God himself is the Banker
When your mouth lies ,eyes speak the truth...
Lies run sprints, but the truth runs marathons..
                  - unknown
 Mar 2022 Jemevic
Ashly Kocher
Our illusions are boundaries that are not set in stone but rather illuminating colors of the rainbow
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