OMG! I just saw youI'm not attractedI'm so proud of me©shaundele
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Unforget meBring me back to the banks of your local watersFrom where you lost me in the dark blue deepLet my features fill the pupil of your mind's eye once againMy voice echoing behind the sound of your conscienceFeel the gentle sensation my touch upon your skin and my phantom kiss adorn your lipsMiss meLong for my charming quips and our silly squabblesFeel my absence in every corner of your presenceAllow hope of my return to consume every waking momentDesiring my being to uplift your surroundings and restore your emotionsLooking for me at every sound, every mention, every turn©shaundele
One tickTwo ticksGrey tickBlue tick©shaundele
Ever got so much crazy informationThat all you can do is eitherVomit or Explode?©shaundele
Touched the mirrorBroke the surface of the waterSaw my true selfAll illusions shatteredTracy Chapman | Paper & Ink
There is fiction in the space betweenThe lines on your page of memoriesWrite it down but it doesn't meanYou're not just telling storiesTracy Chapman | Telling Stories
Cynisicm eats away at hope©shaundele
Sick by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today,"Said little Peggy Ann McKay."I have the measles and the mumps,A gash, a rash and purple bumps.My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,I'm going blind in my right eye.My tonsils are as big as rocks,I've counted sixteen chicken poxAnd there's one more—that's seventeen,And don't you think my face looks green?My leg is cut—my eyes are blue—It might be instamatic flu.I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,I'm sure that my left leg is broke—My hip hurts when I move my chin,My belly button's caving in,My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,My 'pendix pains each time it rains.My nose is cold, my toes are numb.I have a sliver in my thumb.My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,I hardly whisper when I speak.My tongue is filling up my mouth,I think my hair is falling out.My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,My temperature is one-o-eight.My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,There is a hole inside my ear.I have a hangnail, and my heart is—what?What's that? What's that you say?You say today is. . .Saturday?G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
Why is everything I want to do so difficult to start?Why is everything I start to do so difficult?©shaundele
Easier said than done.
We who quietly die
Little ones who are nicer and sweeterthan others. Who step back and don’t cause harm.Who find the pathways of trees and rivers.Who love the sea, stars, clouds, and peace and calm.Our lives are so little, we will neverbe remembered. We have light energy,so float undetected. Your force eversends us into the crannies where we flee.No matter how little we become, younever give way. Always imposing someidea or story that mutes our voices. Doyou hold on for posterity, the race won?We follow a private light, that is whywe have the courage to quietly die.
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Slowly, I drift into sleep like a piece of wood drifting across a lake. Slowly, my body feels heavier and heavier as my muscles relax. My mind slows its gears and gets ready for sleep. Slowly, I draw a smile of contentment on my face. I sleep with satisfaction. Tomorrow, I'll wake up with determination. ©soujji
#refrain I don't know what it is. Just my words wanted to take me somewhere and I just completed the ride with them. It wasn't planned, it just came out.
I'm hidden. In a cloak. In my words. In my expressions. In my choices. And in pretty much everything. I'm hidden. Inside. Buried deep. Behind those random words, precisely chosen, to not to actually spell out the spiel. Behind the enthusiasm, a mask of pretense, on the choices made for me. "Yeah, Its great!!"I'm hidden. Behind the long trance of silence I pursue, when the hideous demons inside me start lurking on the surface, and I'm striving to keep it together. To not to lose it and let the dam of my tears break. To curb the awful stinging pain in my chest, that just won't go away. I'm hidden. Inside. Deep buried. Behind those nightly routines of terrible nightmares. Reminiscing, every little speck of odious foregone, cloaking the beacon of hope I'd rejuvenated. I'm hidden. In those baggy sweatshirts and full sleeves, cause I just don't want history to repeat. In the distance that I maintain to avoid giving any sneak peeks. I'm hidden. In me. In the shell I've acquired. Giving away an impression, that is even alien to me. All the pretenses to fit in, without any speculation, now makes me wonder "Who am I, really?".©girl_engima
/ Going back to a time when village life was simpler. An imaginary life because I have never lived one/Beneath the Jacaranda Trees------------------------------------------------Take me back to the days of yoreOf yellow sunshine, village belles and old folkloreBlue skies, green leaves and cows grazing byHurricane lamps lighting up the night skyWomen churn butter with hands that healHeap ghee on rice on plantain leavesZephyrs mix with dew on cornRice fields sigh with breeze in the mornChildren run on empty roads and playWatching Mother toil making hay another dayWithout a care, without much strifeBeneath the Jacaranda trees, my village life@paint_a_poem17.04.21#pastoralpoem #mirakee #writernetworkPic credits fineartamerica
Beneath the jacaranda trees
Well, good evening, y'all.Dramaturgy is a concept in sociology which means that a person perceives their life as a role they have to play on a stage. The term was first coined by Erving Goffman.The concept was also put in a beautiful song by EVE, a Japanese artist. You can find the song on YouTube.#pod
I look at my hands and Isee the groundbeneath - cracked skinlike a scorched field, with channels long dried.I don't know whereI stand - the spotlight isblinding me tothe surroundings. I look at the faces in front of me - oh, I amin an act. Betterstraighten my tie, tie my laces, brush my hair, but most importantly, smile.Smile. Yes, good.Smile like the coast,battered, like thewave that dies on it, ad nauseum, I smile.I stand like a soldier, ready to becannon fodder, chin up, chest out, gun at the ready,painted red.I happen to be in theeye of a perfect storm; I happen to be at the center ofall the destruction - debris flying around, cutting a bloody path.I watch on - ratherhelplessly.But I must smileand so I do.The applause rings and it ringshollow; deafeningly so.All I wish for is agrain of silence.©thehemantkashyap
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Don't try to find happiness Produce happiness..Because happiness is not some product that's physically out there Your happiness lies within youSo produce it.©abutahir12
Stranger smiledSeemed strangeSomeone sweetSong sungSeeked SorryStory stoppedSolely stood
#spring #daffodils #vibrant
Dew topped Yellow flowersAppear, vibrantFragrant andFull of hope that Spring is hereOrnate, tall ,long green stemsDecorating our river ways, fields, hillsInspirational sight as they appearLooking delightful as they display Spring has definitely sprung©jackiemm158
My eyes feel clouded,On the verge of a breakdown With the memories that i ratherKeep buried inside aDark black vault of my heartOut of fear that When i let them out,They too will leave me©jack__
When solitude slips into loneliness and you don't realise it, that's when everything starts falling apart.©melantha