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Imagine
What I say?
Imagine
I talk everywhere
Imagine
I find you there
listen
the time makes hear
singer
comes from near
trying
to root one tale
ending
with two hearts prepare
tying
and tell to the atmosphere
finding
the holy loves and read
clear
imagine I find your face
inner
pulsing with every pumping
fear
me to look away
hear
my soul tells and can appear
flower
will open hear
deeper
every one beloved that his lover sees him and watch out so he tried ti be good and smart
Preeti Verma Dec 2019
When word's fail me
I peer into my bottomless oblivion
and think about expressing
the honest, harsh yet humorous side of me

When word's fail me
I forage through my past
and think about showing
the unusual, ugly yet unblemished side of me

When word's fail me
I discard the scared side
and think about presenting
the pretty, pale yet perfect side of me

Though when word's fail me
my thoughts do too
and I only demonstrate
the silent, shy yet sanguine side of me
Random Thoughts
Kayla Chappell Jun 2019
If i write a poem
Every night
Will i feel alright
When each day
Restarts

Each time,
It gets a little easier
To deal with the pain
To smile it away

Buried and buried away
In treasures and chests,
Lays a pool of each and every tear
I’ve shed.

Kept in jars, Each tear
With a story,
A name,
And a face
That I've forced myself to forget.

They are kept away
with a padlock at the door
That says never let anyone in again.

Long walks into the night,
Writing my heart out
And reading for hours on end

I’ve transformed my pain,
Into something good.
In hopes of it going away

Building a new me
With each new step i take.

It hurts too much to remember,
So i choose to forget.

But the old me still resides,
She sleeps in the hole in my chest.
That's been patched up with bandages
Over and over again.

Her pain doesn’t subside,
She's made herself a bed.
I can still feel her cries,
When i lay to rest.

How she yearns to be loved,
And she’s only ten.

I will be her guardian,
Comfort her pain,
Fight her demons away

Finding reason to make her smile,
Day, by day.
Until I am called, at my fate.

The end.

-k.c  4/6/19
The beautiful thing about poetry is that the reader may hold a different meaning than what the authors purpose was. This is why art is such a great thing. Music and art can be translated in many ways, one sentence can hit one person one way, and other person a different way, almost meaning completely two different things but the same words. Perception..

My poems, when I write them are coming from my experience, my feelings.
I cannot expect everyone to understand what I'm trying to convey, it is up to the reader and how he/she relates the connection to his/her experience.

But, for me.
This poem is about nurturing that inner child, the inner child we don't talk about, cause we have to put on a face and be an adult.. the vulnerability, the desire to be loved and cared for, the simple joy. We all have that inner child within.. this poem is about connecting with it, and protecting her (me) until the end.
The world was made to break you
But you don't have to agree
Do not side with those against your truth
It is not you against me

It is us against the world
The two of us to defy the odds
For many years, I was alone
I alone, to pay the cost

Prove to me that love is real
I hold scars only you can sooth
My greatest pain comes from inside
Now I know what to ask from you

Sing me compliments and affirmations
To replace the screams of hatred
Hold me tight yet oh so gently
The gesture has been long belated

Stand with me with our heads held high
For you and I will rewrite the world
Finally standing on the same page
Restarting the memoir of this girl
zen Sep 2019
Sewing the spiral depth
The halogram projected
Lapse time
Turning
Pixels to
Pixie
Dust
Into diamond

The Dogon
Gamble's away his
sand
In hopes of
Sound the sun rays
Of Saturn singing

Serpents tongue
Circulates the circumference
Of the circus
Sung circles
Sunken fertile land
Herbs in hand
The earth purges
Again
Again
And again
I am nervous
Hit with nerfs
Of the world
Shooting
Me down
I laugh
I dismay the smuck
And smog
Smuggled by singularity
Stiffened by ambiguity
Banging my head on the mirror
Of the river
I bleed red
In blue
Streams

Giant
Futile, no
Forever, yet
Few,
Find the feather
I flew over mind and
Let loose

My severed spine
has broken down into
bread and wine
Dive inward
Most people would want to travel
To the ends of other worlds
But for me, I am merely fascinated
Of the universe inside this girl

The girl in the looking glass
She, who shares the same face
Such a multifaceted being
A rarity one cannot replace

For so long I have observed her
Yet, she surpasses my expertise
Facts about her turn into fables
She is an ever-changing entity

Observations become opinions
And conclusions are commentary
Assumptions are only illusions
For those who try to define me
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