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Marco Buschini Dec 2016
Lie within chaos, and create comfort
In visions of endless love.
Riding slowly on the crest of a morning fling, and flutter,
The body stutters
Like a street dancer.
Shine in different directions
And end the yearning
For a love of creativity
By stripping off
And darting
Into a sea of uncertainty,
with a sense of
Unimaginable **** for what keeps you
Ticking like a sturdy clock.
Find the rhymes that combine
With what lies inside the mind,
To stumble upon the future pleasure,
That you unearth with delight,
As you wonder.
Inspiration is born out of desire.
Fuel to fire the birth of creation.
The mind quakes for a taste
Of the cake, that is blessed with greatness.
Piyush Gahlot Jul 23
I don't know why,
But I feel less,
Surely there's something
May be I have felt too much,
That I started to feel nothing.

Nothing seems new,
Nothing appears exciting.
May be this just happens with age,
Or may be I am just too bored,
everything feels less, everything feels void.

Morning breeze is chilling no more,
Rain doesn't wet me anymore,
Holi appears colourless,
Diwali not so illuminating any more.
Festivals now only means a holiday.
Outings are not so exciting.
***** doesn't effect me much.

What is it , does that happens with everyone or is it just me.!?
Where's all that excitement gone,?
Life has become monotonous and everything is blown!

What I need is a CHANGE.!
I guess that even the jazz musicians
and the street rabble have it too
It sways in the hearts of Westside vagrants
and Fifth Street communists
It sulks in the backpacks of revolutionaries
sweating to dance with wild women
It hides itself in coffee shops
and old movie theatres
livened with smoke and soiled newspapers
It advertises in the want ads and personals
It stacks itself in libraries and on liquor store shelves
swimming in the drinks of poets on the Gulf Coast
It lingered in stains on their checkered gabardine shirts
sending telegrams to New York
from a bar in Havana
KitaRaizal May 2014
Oh ****...
What is this...
Feeling...
Creeping in upon my senses...
Traveling up my belly...
Crawling into my heart...
Bathing in my love...
Holding me close...
What is this...
Feeling...





~
Summer-Skye
PJ Jan 2013
Sitting happily in my big green chair
Accompanied by my beloved tattered green blanket
With Green tea warming my stomach

Sleeping on the soft green grass
In the middle of summer with the scent of green
Big green leaves atop tall trees cover me in shade

Laying down at the beach with my soft green blanket
Feeling green deep inside me, so fresh and new
Lighting that happy green leaf and ******* it down, dizzy

Touching his damp green t-shirt, heart pounding beneath his chest
From the tips of my toes to the top of my head, I am green too
Green is such a wonderful color to be
JRaw Rodriguez Mar 2017
Theirs always that person who you won't forget about no matter what you go through in life you just seem to always get flashback of the moments you had with that one special person but nobody could ever replace that one special person wish I had a magic wond to clear out my mind but no matter what that special person seem to come up my mind ...
Ocean T Dec 2017
she wipes away the tears of others
as if they were her own
and takes on their bruises
and scars
and ache
because she's an empath
that feels all and everything
like a blow to the chest
and a break to the arm

when they crumble
so does she.
For all the highly sensitive, deeply empathetic, people-watching, overly observant weirdos like myself. Trust me, I know what's it like to be tuned into the pain and hurt of those around me.
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