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 Mar 2021 maike
Deanna
your name
 Mar 2021 maike
Deanna
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
sinks
to the bottom of a
sea.
 Mar 2021 maike
Traveler
It’s the world I know
And the world I love
So I’m not giving up
I’m giving a shove

Into the universe I send my ❤️!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Mar 2021 maike
tranquil
then night said
silence
is how universe
speaks it's mind.
 Mar 2021 maike
Kai
The Storm
 Mar 2021 maike
Kai
Notes weep through air
As dusk falls soft and fair
Windows high and bright
Bring golden glimmer of city light
We sit still, edge of frame
Engrossed by succulent tune
Fingers on black and white tame
The keys of eternal stories old.
They play melody of ages
Cross time, turn of this century
What has been shall rise anew
Whispers through air, chaos grows louder
Above still and silent trees of town
Ask nothing while they patiently wait
Droplets from the inbound storm.
 Mar 2021 maike
Eesha
Circa 1927
 Mar 2021 maike
Eesha
My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand
By the sweet shrill of your command
My heart beats in my ears and eyes
At the prospect of your lies
Thus
You will not sing keep your eyes on me
You will not still at the sight of me
You will not sin
Keep your eyes on me
 Mar 2021 maike
Aditya Roy
Nurture
 Mar 2021 maike
Aditya Roy
Literature takes a special place in the mind.
Where you can keep practicing reliving mysteries.
Celebrating adventure.
And preserve the childish imagination.

In the form of an enigma.
Where experience meets experience.
Where reality and dreams can coexist.
And there is a thin veneer that separates us all.

Opinion and fact are the same in a work of fiction.
Such is the nature of our perception.
Different from one another.
Existing in all in individual form, immersed in words.

The essence of literature is to rebuild the soul.
And tear the intellectual apart.
By introducing.
Love, peace, and spiritual communion.
 Mar 2021 maike
dierdre
Serenity
 Mar 2021 maike
dierdre
And in the midst of chaos
she finally found peace.
 Mar 2021 maike
Bogdan Dragos
but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand

the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let
the blade naked
It wasn't fair

"So that's why you stabbed your
mommy then?" the psychiatrist asked him.

"Yes," he said.

"The knife is more important
to you than mommy?"

"The knife listens. Mommy doesn't."
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