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Matalie Niller May 2012
Truancy is a ***** with ***** stamps and skunky hair
her constant need to blow smoke up the ***** of those trying to try
is inconvenient at best, irresponsible at worst,
maybe amusing in the eyes of the elders.
Been there, done that
she rolls her eyes and pouts
slits her wrists with carnival glass
so she bleeds the multi-dimensional colors imperceivable to  human eyes,
an entirely different color spectrum,
ultraviolet, super violent,
tasty and warm.
This young lady is no lady at all
just a little girl,
vulnerable and scared
and a total ****** *****,
grabbing her ankles and thumping in dumpsters,
pretty little thing,
with scabs and gin
and cute little *** stains.
Leave her be,
this street walking angel
she never learned her lesson,
too swag for education.
There is a certain art in relinquishing your spirit to emotions quelling from the breast
Stumbling haphazardly through the hallways of an academy surreptitiously pristine
Encountering locked doors, painted walls, lowered eyes and agony
The menial labor of a janitor picking up after the crowd has released every last yelp
And the pain
Of a boy stooped in an empty corner
Old enough to be a man
Helpless as an infant
Too poor to enter, too meek to escape
Trapped in the corridor between sunny landscapes and dimmed memories
Struggling to hoist his frame up from its stupor
Afraid it may just as well falter once restored
And hoping someone may notice
There is a certain art in relinquishing your spirit to emotions quelling from the breast
Sincerity and compassion need not be amongst them
But, just as breath escapes, so do tears
Splashing from the drowning pool in which the soul thrashes
Bending, grabbing and tossing
Discard,
Discard
Stoop
Obtain
Discard
Each day a variation of the past
Unique in subtle differences imperceivable to visitors
You’ve seen the man, the child, the infant
Tear down the fourth wall
Walk in his corridor
I implore you to bend, grab and discard
Your thoughts of superiority
Take your mud stains and apathetic steps
Carry your able body to a place more receptive
More deserving
Less reflective
And gleaming
Remember the path I made for you in my corridor
It mirrors your face, ambivalent
MMX
I have Finally Found A Cure For These Feeling's
It Was Sitting Next To Me The Whole Time
He's Really Sharp
And Touched Me So Many Time's
Always Caressing My Face

He Told Me What To Do
He Taught Me The Way
He Understood
He Got Deep

Now You Shall Always Be A Part Of Me
I Was Confused To Begin With
But Then It All Made Sense

I Was Never Supposed To Forget You
You Shall Now Be A Part Of Me
Until The Day I Die

Your Name Carved, On This Flesh Of Mine
To Be Together For The Rest Of Time
So In Imperceivable Yet So Open
I Know You Are There And That's All That Matter's

People Have Said I'm Going Mad, My Mum isn't Sure If I'm On Drug's Or Depressed
I Know Now Though That They Are All Wrong, My Problem Is You
In The Meaning That I Don't Have You And I Never Can
Solus Apr 2018
Have you ever danced in the street?
Barefoot, in the moonlight,
And as you dance,
The stars are your spotlight.
The ground is cold and hard to touch,
But tonight is your last night.
So don't look back... or down
They are there, all around you.
Learn to trust in what cannot be seen
And you will see the imperceivable.
Blackly staring into at the unknown,
beings of past generations welcome,
Those who's Era is over.
for those important to us who have passed on
Periods of elder insanity have provided a now -and -then entrance for the creative spirit
To explore unknown avenues painted with colors , hues we cannot begin to understand ..
To go beyond the birth to death yik - yak , reaching for something  
higher on the cosmic shelf , poetry on avenues currently imperceivable to the layman , human mind ..
I welcome my burgeoning loss of contact someday with this overwritten , love -hate world , praying to be released from the 'Earthly soup' and vented higher !
Copyright March 26 , 2016 by randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Saumya Jan 2018
There's a reason why people are the way they are.Some you witness, may be careful, some carefree, while most you witness maybe the set of 'Cautious people'; cautious about everything, and everyone they get acquainted with...While they are are still interesting ones, who are naturally talkative, but behave dumb Infront of you often, but interesting as it may sound, applicable it is too...'They are all the best version of themselves'.

Not everyone and everything can be perceived by us all, everytime.We are all unique and special in our own ways!While some may see the same person, and observe them to be 'jolly', others may consider that same person to be 'a showoff'....But then nobody can actually know, the other's self, since all they know, is what they get to! It is therefore indeed ironically true, that 'People aren't always what they seem to be' therefore respect people, and dare not be judgmental, at least about a person you don't know well.

We all have the same color of blood, skin, and bones...but no two people have the same set and series of experiences ever.In life, it is nothing but these experiences that transformed us into a somebody we weren't used to be some years back.

Not all who appear talkative, are always annoying.Not all who act careless, are always the same.and not all who seem to be heartless are actually so.Not all who appear quite, are actually naturally quiet...Who knows what stops them from being a talkative? People's ignorance or their  self absorbed behavior towards their own self!

We experience a lot, each day, and we change a lot accordingly. We grow as mentally,each day, not just our exterior self! obviously most of the times knowingly, but these experiences makes sure, we aren't the same person we used to be some years back.Its all natural.

Therefore to be transparent, nobody and nothing is bad. Sometimes the attitude with which we perceive people isn't just right according to their taste...But then that doesn't gives us the right to call them 'impossible/ imperceivable'.The truth is, that  not all experiences that changed us are recognisable to us too, but they sure have an effect on our personalities.
It is therefore mandatory for us to be kind and respectful towards others, as far as we get the same love and respect back.
You deserve to be loved, and so does everyone else, and that can only happen if you love them and they love back too!
But then, you gotta respect everyone, and not be judgmental about them, at least till the time you actually know what made them behave so!

Behavior is often based on our circumstances...And it is sometimes many such set of circumstances which makes it an experience for one, that changed their certain behavioral characters thereafter in such a way, that it became a permanent part of their personality almost forever!

Be kind and respectful towards others therefore, as these are the virtues which makes the 'good person' inside others communicate with you well....And who obviously would not want to experience that good vibe?
dilshé May 2022
To be an anonymous cryptic thing
imperceivable being with invisible skin
to be unseen - but this time it's glory
with no need to share an idle story.
Dancing on the striped  pedestrian crossing.
Creeping up on an oblivious lakeside gosling.
Running maniacally through time square.
Not having to subdue the lunacies I wear.
Sneaking ticket-less into the theatres
Avoiding lifes'  void of norms, too meagre.
The imprisonment in being seen
- at the expense of living like a libertine.
Xander Holden Jan 2018
Hope is a word echoing down the corridor
after a friend just out of hearing range

Beauty is an imperceivable imperfection
impossible to detect

Remembering is the bittersweet chocolate
you can’t help but eat again and again

Knowledge is the admission of your
minds’ omission of omniscience

Music is the ray of sun peeking out
after a day of gloom and grey

Society is a broken clock without
a horologist to fix the hidden gears

Metaphors are buckets
bailing out the sinking ship of life
Jason Apr 2021
What is this thing buzzing around my ears?
I twist and turn but I don't see what it is!
I hop and swat and growl in frustration,
At this imperceivable persistent pest, this irritation!
It hums in my ear just when I'm drifting to sleep,
Whispering of longing three-thousand miles deep,
It reminds me of days in the sun, laughter, festivals, and fairs,
Music and movies, incense in the air...of days when you were there.
If I manage to rest it's even worse, I'll dream you're scared and lost,
That you're in danger or hurt, my search finding only blankets tossed.
Deceptive day lets me think I'm okay, then sun gives way to rain,
Stifling heat or razor-sharp chill, only strife matters, every breath is pain.
A black hole in my heart, an elephant on my chest, a grim guard dog,
Every face in every crowd might be yours, I seek a drop of water in fog.
I check up once every few years on the book of faces,
You look happy and well, so at least my fears are satiated.
Long and short, every moment is happy and sad, relaxed and stressed,
Darkness and light at once, I guess that's life when one is depressed.
© 04/22/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Wake up in the cold,
A hot shower will warm you.
Black coffee on a cup
Something to eat before leaving.

Such a normal day,
Such a normal living,
Such regular experiences,
But it's a new day and I know it.

The big lesson today
Is not to learn how to recover from a disaster,
Or how to live after a catastrophe,
Or how to keep on the happy moments.

Take a look on the left,
What's on your side?
Is there a special light beam
And an unusual position of some furniture?
Have you noticed the real color
Of your living room,
Of your hair,
Of your floor?

In such regular days
Living is granted,
Mediocrity is given (not in a bad way) -
It's just life on top of normality.
What's left for such days
Are the little pleasures,
The small tones of changes
From one day to another
Showing us through little,
almost imperceivable, gifts,
Of the grandiosity
Hidden within tenuous pieces of averages.
Deovrat Sharma Oct 2020
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they looks far
however they are
******* with each other
with some obscure....
invisible unbreakable endure
and imperceivable allure
in such a manner
will stay together
in past present forever

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©deovrat20.10.2020
S R Mats Sep 2023
As all the lovely birds fly by, and
I am held, breathless, in this moment
Transfixed to the beauty of time and space
And the continuum of time and times and tides;
Across a sky lit by the morning sunrise.
I am caught in the thought, "What is a sunrise?"
It is a sight out the window of life, yes.  Thus,
As the earth slowly turns we get to watch it go by
Ever so slowly and we think we are seeing the sun "rise."
And thus "the world turns" imperceivable in its orbit,
A blue orb in a graceful dance with a bright orange orb.
All the lovely birds have since flown into the morning;
While standing here still I am wondering,
"What is a sunrise, really?

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