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Lost in TimeLost in Time4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyes that seem to scream,
to beam,
razor sharp hatred,
lies unraveled,
gleaming in the moment,
seeking some condonement.
Lost in TIME.
Many MemoriesMany Memories3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Many memories,
lay in the lilacs out back,
where nothing withers.
Infinite DimensionsInfinite Dimensions3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We don't live in infinite dimensions. Our world is also imperfect.
---
Newtons Third Law even shows evidence.
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Every action,
evey step we take,
has its upsides.
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Every action,
and every step we take,
has its downsides.
To LoveTo Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To love,
we must be content with our character.
Need for TearsNeed for Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That feeling,
when you want to cry,
but can't.
And then,
you look up to the sky,
and receive life like a present,
and the rain comes pouring.
SimpleSimple3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The simplest of things contain life's biggest meanings.
WishesWishes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you seen the sun?
Many have not,
and will not.
Can you complain?
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We wish for greatness,
in the midst of greatness.
It's done in vain.
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There's this rose that renders such beauty,
that can only be found while it rains.
Dear DepressionDear Depression3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dear Depression,
I want to melt into a peaceful purple puddle, that'll morph into a butterfly and land on someones nose.
I want to reach through someones chest and touch their heart, spreading harmony.
I want my words to frolic in the mind of someone who needs them that will leave them sane.
But most importantly, I want someone to know that you're part of the path to life's highest peak, and that together we can get around you.
Our WorldOur World3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Strung together like little beads,
we are interpreted as flower seed,
growing and sprouting at different levels,
some successful, some disheveled.
We are a world that is truly one,
our works on earth are never done.
I dream of interdependence and little greed,
helping others that are in need.
....
Growth is an infinite process,
and substanital to achieve access...
to all that is good and of knowledge.
DepressionDepression is dormant death.Depression3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Love is a DoveLove is a Dove2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is a dove,
that will wander your way,
on a designated day.
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The future is bleak,
for those who seek,
all the answers,
to their questions.
So learn to look past your desires,
and dream.
Always continue to dream.
The...The...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The baby bird,
took off,
without worry.
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He wasn't ready.
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The plummet was sharper than the gain,
the attempt took on much more strain,
as vain conceptions crashed casually.
FoundFound2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We were meant to find each other,
planting hope in one another.
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A calm breeze caresses my soul.
I watch the sky as my worries roll,
over plains so vast and open.
My heart is healing,
the spell is broken.
---
Maybe destiny does exist,
in ways we'll never know.
UncertaintyMe against the worldUncertainty4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Or is the world against me?
It's hard to be sure.
BalanceBalance3 years ago in Other More Like This
When I look down on someone,
my soul seeps deeper into the ground.
When I look up to someone,
I feel intimidation.
When I find balance,
I am one.
I am me.
Mountains1 year ago in Collage
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Things That FadeThings That Fade2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Things that fade.
Do they ever truly go away?
Or do they return,
on a brighter day?
Do they decay?
Forgotten toys,
that once brought joy,
collect cobwebs,
in a corner.
Painted pictures,
in out hearts,
lose their color,
but won't depart.
Things that fade;
our pasts and pains,
carry weight,
like silver rain.
Do they ever truly go away?
Do they decay?
Darkest HoursDarkest Hours2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In our darkest hours,
a tiny flower,
is secretly starting to bloom.
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Will you wait for it?
New LifeNew Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
New life,
finds refuge,
in ash.
Our sought out dreams,
came to a crash.
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The silent seek,
a place to speak;
somewhere to thrive,
amongst disaster.
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A different world,
begins at the end,
and ends at the beginning.
BabiesBabies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Babies are born,
like butterflies;
nurtured by nuance,
and destined to dream.
Sta.sh
