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Meldon D'Souza May 2017
We base our alliance
But not on mere external elegance
Or favoured nature or trueness of heart
It's more than just preference that sets us apart
We were never intricated to stoop so low
To fall in love with bare figures mellow
Words cannot explain what this was, this is, this may be
For out there may be angels, or princesses, or Goddesses,
And yet all I ever want, oh she just read this line
And my, I can't have enough of that smile.
Diverseman2020 Mar 2010
An airless wind
Fills with sadness
Floating around
Whimpering
By words of uncomfort
Intricated noise
Pierce my very ear
Quenching tirely
From a world of emptiness
Expressions in Salvia
As my throat
Dryness with death
Courtney O Jun 2017
People never write poems about this
yet it exists

This unability to exist
this intricated maze of meanings and beings
this path of walls and ***** games
this emptiness that's made up
this storm

this headache
this deaf pain
this state of mind
this hell inside
that's cold to ever write
about

This is what it feels like
being unable to relax
because you got lost
in your own paths
you tried to drive home
but home slipped away
you broke home
home broke itself
but home today feels far

Heart, where are you now?
Mind, why do you do these things?
Impair my hearing
of the world
A very complicated poem about certain sensations of my mental illness. OCD-schizotypal like thoughts and behavior.
Geraldine Taylor Jun 2017
The Passage of Time

Verse 1

To experience the seasons brought therein

To elaborate beyond where we begin

To gravitate through intricated ways

To thus behold the miracle of days

To belong, to be loved, to be more than enough

May souls align with blessings from above



Chorus

There’s no measure, I will treasure

All in my life, of which come to mind

With due reason, it is the season

For embracing the passage of time

The passage of time



Verse 2

So invaluable are moments from the heart

The yearning for, in times we spent apart

May we reconcile all undelivered peace

Let all creativity of soul release

To belong, to be loved, to be more than enough

May souls align with blessings from above



Chorus



Bridge

Times unmissable, undeniable

Let us capture the joy, it’s so plentiful

Change is pivotal, live empirical

Let’s savour this moment in time



Chorus



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Kelly Oct 2018
What’s stopping you?
     howmanytimesareyougoingtoaskme

The reflection in the mirror talks back
a slap
in the face of my own draining placid fervor

      howamisupposedtodictatethroughthemuddled

Point central yet not centrifugal

   look like i always know what i’m doing what’s the next step what’s the higher trek the place the time the track the automation the rotation the pedestal

      constructed of sturdy insecurity

    ihavenofuckingclueihavenofuckingclue

     if energy cannot be lost where are my efforts left vested

     “if Any body, it would be you”

theyallsaytheyallsay so

        entering as my facade fabricated intricated interrogated berrated defiled demolished shredded left

     fordead

i’m working on it i’m working on it

More to come

asmileadrivealonelynight

         atemporaryhigh
            
                                     ­  capitalized.
Ramana Tandra Feb 2019
My Happiness
A declining morning shadow
.
My Agony
A progressing evening shadow
.
My Life
A dreadful dark night
.
My Smile
A life less paper
.
My Hope
A log of intricated dreams
.
Yes
This is the other side
Of the coin
Everything has a beginning and an end...
We can't tell if a beginning is the continuation of an end...
Or if an end is the result of more than one beginning...
Life is an intricated maze...
Having only one entrance and one exit...
A maze with so many events and outcomes...
Countless ends and beginnings...
That is impossible to describe...
Sometimes we just can't understand life...
Maybe is all in the hands of destiny...
Destiny is just a knot connecting events and outcomes...
And interlacing all those ends and beginnings...
Ryan Joseph Dec 2019
Someone just suddenly asked me,
"Define what is beautiful".
I was horrified,
yet intricated and gave it a thought.

Albeit, yes, I defined it--
but through drawing.

I drew you.
Because I believe that in my heart not in eyes--
that you have a beautiful heart
which I adored too much.

— The End —