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Harshit Nangia Apr 2020
I sit staring into the wind
With an empty mind
Clueless of what to think
Aimless of what to do .

This feeling troubles me
It vexes me .
I can't find the balance .

Can I do them together
Or do I have to choose
This can't be forever
Hell! What have I got to lose

The question isn't either this or that
The question, is can you bring them both under the same hat .

As I write this, I think I can
Well I have got to ,
For I am a man
Do I have to choose between my studies and poetry . I hope I find the right balance .
Chloe Goulding Apr 2020
All I have is grown up thoughts now.
I don't see that girl anymore, that child.
That child was never a child.
Just a girl.


In an extremely different world.
The one she used to get away from the confusing pain.
She screamed, sobbed, and stared her way through life.


Knowing how others had pain, so she never complained.


The screaming was to release anger.
The crying was to show her heart.
The staring was to test if others could stare back and find something more within the "innocent happy child".


The girl had something that was magic.
Her kind of magic.


Music played around her, in her head, and everyday to be an escape.
It was never just an escape route, it was a road to feeling happiness.
The happiness she deserved,


That we deserve.


Now, still to this day, the girl listens to music...
Not because of the escape, adrenaline, or odd feeling of emotions;
It's all for the passion and love that she feels.


Music is her safest place,
It's more than a dream or a part of imagination.


It was God's gift to her path, it is the start of her story creation.
What will be, will be.
Devin Ortiz Apr 2020
My falling out with the Cartographer was not absolute.
Though it's easy to notice when the deep gravity of the Universe,
has been reduced to the mundane whispers of the ordinary.

The strength of loyalty is tested in these blind walks of faith.
As the world unfolds beneath my feet, the mind too does wander.
Hidden worlds vibrate between reality and fiction.
I map this microcosm of the known, to reach the ever after.

And so it goes that in my purposeful aimlessness, I'll find the road back.
Every excuse will always be, but letting go will set me free.
Free to once again entangle creation's creativity.
Dr Zik Apr 2020
Lines on palms
to show direction

to unknown passenger
Van to allow a ride

Life a road
towards You

Eyes to see the path
undiscussed

Ears to listen
words unsaid

Nose to smell
flowers untouched

Life a road
towards You

Feelings to show
purity

Sense to chain the feet
Vision to see you

Wish to talk
to own You

Life a road
towards You

Vision to have
your company

Heart to have You
Hands to solute You

Life a road
towards You
Zikorean Poetry
These are continuous Ziket poem. 'Life a road towards You' is a poem that have Ziket's structure and poetic flow and tone.
Erik Luo Apr 2020
The path of our soul
is drawn between time
To the flower of the eternal
and the water of now

To what flow
shall we see the color
Of the suffering that carries us
and the beauty we saw

To what shadow
shall we chase tomorrow
to end our desires
and feed our sorrow

To what effort
shall we let go
to make up our love
or the hate that we spoke

O love
to what length will I go
to show you the void that we know

To be here for the living
or dying to the craving
of love
cas Apr 2020
end means end
there's nothing we can do if it's dead
grab on and let it go
take the opportunity and let it grow
forget the unworthy,
find your victory
The Foodie One Apr 2020
I do like you
a lot,
but there’s something
I forgot:

The Path
to reach Myself.

I can’t seem
to find
this "I" of mine
Anymore;

The footprints I left
are all blurred
and confused now -
The size of my feet
is useless
anyhow.

Snow is starting
to fall down
Again
and won’t stop
till It covers
everything around -

Till It buries
Me.

Will I let
the soft coat
Embrace Me?

Or will I shake it
Off
of Myself
when Spring comes?

This is still to be
seen;

In the meantime,
I’ll let the Leaves
Fall
for Me.
© 18/04/19

~ "Fall" is my favorite season ~
I’ve been running for too long
I’ve been hiding in the woods
Always searching for the truth
Without knowing how it looks

Every battle should be won
Every pain will turn to dust
All the bridges are in flames
Me with them but that’s the nature of the Phoenix

Will you love me as I am?
When I emerge from the flames
Covered in ashes
Will you see me through the scars?
Without pity or remorse

Even with the bounty on my head
I’ll hold my head high
Not ashamed of all my wounds
Stronger after every fall
That’s the true nature of the Phoenix
Jaxey Apr 2020
i keep finding myself
stumbling over things
three feet behind me
don't let something burnt out keep you warm
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