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Jayantee Khare Jun 2017
The one.........................................causing
       deeper................................wounds
              scars.­.........................the soul
       leaves.....................you
             broken.......empty
                never.....returns
                  or looks back
                     Ask why?
                     no....reply
               silent......­..cry
                 you're..............reborn
              wiser...................­..smarter
               better..........................mature
          version.................................of you
Arpan Rathod Jun 2017
Hearing her
voice, I realised
it was the last time 
          I was going to 
          hear it. My ears
          heard the screams
          of her rage being
          converted into
          sound and I felt 
          like I will go deaf. 
          Instead I went 
          numb, looked
back at the past
and her screams 
slowly faded.
Jayantee Khare Jun 2017
My world,
was overcast in
many ways, dark
cloudy gloomy days,
scary moonless starless nights,
The heart was sinking with pain.
One day with lightning it poured as
rain of words themes, i wrote, wrote and wrote, in the  dream space i float, now my grey world is painted with the colorful themes, highlighted with my deepest feelings and in the bright sky the words are dancing with syllables,
The seeds of hope buried in the dark, when watered with the raining words, sprouted. The plant, when nourished by divine grace, fertilised by new ideas and creativity, came out of doom, about to bloom. one day
it will offer the shadow
of solace and the
fruits of love to
wanderers,
stranded
broken
loners
soon
will
turn
into
poetree
Joshua Penrod Jun 2017
She said,
You have a boomerang
H
          e
                 a
           r
t
That just doesn't know how to quit.

"Boomerang Heart" -JP
Siren Coast Mar 2017
When everything begins to bottle up
I must bring myself down
I could smooth out the wrinkles
I could mantra things out
But I am my own worst enemy
So I pick, ****, and poke
I especially like to highlight my flaws
During these times
Twisting and contouring my body
Unnatural poses for a natural body
I am so trivial
But I am my own worst enemy
I wonder if you think I'm beautiful
I am vain that way
Aren't we all?
I wonder if you see my flaws
The dents in my skin
I wonder if you cherish them
If you wish for them to be gone
If you wish I was more like her
I want to scream at this woman I have become
But I am my own worst enemy
It would just be so much easier to live
A life full of confidence and crop tops
High waisted shorts with cellulite
An inch of skin hanging over the top
And why not?
My own judgments and insecurities
I want to be your friend
I want you to be happy
When your thighs feel full and swollen
When your face is scattered with imperfections
When your stomach can't **** in anymore
I am still here
I so desperately want to be your friend
But I am my own worst enemy
Quest-ions
A quest to find an answer
where an answer is your destination
Called out of the darkness, the children of God
drawing ever nearer to the light way over the horizon
Eyes accumulating information while illuminating universes
Every action leaves a fingerprint in history fueling the fires of the future
a flame that flickers feverishly for all awaiting the conclusion of the suffering
We are the ones who stole the fire from the flaming sword in the Garden of Eden
to chase away the darkness and hunt the beasts to be sacrificed and devoured
to shed light on the mysteries, to open what the Maker has concealed
to reveal the burning lies that ravaged paradise on this earth
A burning passion within, we mourn those burned alive
the innocent, humanity is just a war-torn family
I am the one caught in the middle
riddled with rain drops
the pain stops
lei Nov 2016
lines,
the curves of your neck, your eyelashes that flutter.
color,
the brown in your eyes, the barely there pink of your chapped lips.
texture,
the bumps on your cheeks, the smoothness of your hands.
space,
the width of your shoulders, the space between your eyebrows.
shape,
the way your shadow looks as the spotlight's on you.


van gogh, da vinci, munch, and michelangelo,
they'd all be ashamed,
for they could never make art in the form of you.
for these are all the elements that make up the masterpiece that is you.
Sombro Nov 2016
The world I want to live in,
It's that world
Where your childlike twinkle
Those fumes of pink ignorance behind what you'd call sweetness
Never have to leave

As we'd never have to fear
Men behind closed doors
Women behind them too
We'd never think of prisons

An alley where
Our parent holds our hand to pulls us away
Would be alien to us as the day we were born
And painfully born

A world in which
I'd never have had to learn to lie
Where my smile could be taken seriously
And my brother's eyes

Twinkled in all and out
Full of
Misunderstanding
For that thing we call deception

We'd tilt our heads
And smile
To the tears of stories long gone
We'd be the puzzles the past learnt to fix

In my world
Something I've been thinking about for a while. I believe the world we should all strive for is one in which we don't have to learnt to deceive.
it is all the same
the differences contrasted
by the space that separates
things in order to give them shape
its always been there
and always will be
how can distance be great?
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