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2019-04-02 02:39
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shadymind
life
7y
It's time for rest
It's time for rest, Stop son, stop son. There's no need to run, son. Sun has come up And lightening every dark land And navigating the man at the gorge's bends. Destiny has come now. Struggling days came
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writing
7y
Thinking is what I can do best.
My mind can't be at rest. Thinking is what I can do best. I think a lot. But, I don't try to stop, it's the feeling of zest. My thoughts always bloat. Sometimes, I see, there's a cot in a plot, Covered
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introduceyourself
7y
The pitch black blanket
On the pitch black blanket, I see twinking diamonds. Some are like orbs, some have pointy shape. Some are glittery, some hides behind the vape. I try to count them, But there are infinite of them. I try
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life
7y
I Lost in the ocean.
I Lost in the ocean. There are no people to be seen And here, no one had ever been. With no food, no water, floating on the ocean skin, Waiting for help or Grim-Reaper's grin And thinking about my sins.
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life
7y
This place
Photo by Suliman Sallehi from Pexels She tells me something. Something that I can't understand. Something that I can't relate to. But my instinct says that there is something Or was something that flushed
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life
7y
It happens always
It happens always Few stops it, Few enjoy it. But it still exists And it happens always. Partiality. Racism. Castism. Gender discrimination. It all exists, And celebrated like rituals. Rituals that swallows
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life
7y
Self-threatening is the self-motivation
I threaten myself for not to write. I threaten like cutting the string of a flying kite Or jumping into the pit during a bullfight. Am I doing right? When thoughts come, like, what it feels like to be
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art
7y
Loneliness sounds like
Loneliness sounds like Everyone is moving and I'm still. I can't do anything and I never will. And to make me feel something, I should take a drug pill. It's easy to regret And to become a threat To the
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art
7y
Clouds Are Emotional
Fluffy clouds up in the sky, They are emotional, don't ask me why? They laugh, they play Like kids with the clay. They roar, they cry They show tears, they aren't shy. They also smile In bright-colours
shadymind
poetry
7y
Toy of Flesh
Toy of Flesh pulled out of an angel’s womb. He is spreading joy, while covered in grume. He drinks milk, from his mother’s breast. He says his first word, to make everyone feel the zest. He plays in the
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art
7y
The day ends
The day ends. When the sun descends. When the earth bends. When the darkness mends. Some say it’s the time for Fiends. But it depends. For some, love ascends. For some, fear stands. For some, hell lands.
shadymind
life
7y
Existence
Sometimes I think, What if a baby will be born, and I will not tell him his religion. Will he find out? Will he ever find out that he may be a Christian, Hindu, Muslim, Jain, Buddhist or whatever? What
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literature
7y
Divider between day and night
Setting Sun shines silently. Freezing-Wind flows fiercely. White vape vanishes. Saturnine smoke seduces sky. Is it a warning of coming disaster Or invitation of the night. Is it the happening of magic
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literature
7y
no man's land
It's now the no man's land. It's the place where I stand. There's no human, no animal, no bird No life, only fear, which can't end. Here once said those words, Which can't be unheard. "Evacuate the
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introduceyourself
7y
It’s me
I don’t know what happened to me. I just lost myself, I lost my identity. And I don’t know where to find it. I get angry at every comment on me. I thought people don’t like me. So, I change myself like
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thoughts
7y
Why I’m Like This
In that haunting Dark night, I saw a light, Sparkling, I went close, It fades away. In that dull morning gloom, I saw a flower bloom, Glittering, I went close, It shrivels in the clay. I was a baby, wanted
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poetry
7y
Shell
It's a shell Or can be called society's hell. Where I live And whose walls I repel. There are some rules, Which maintains by unknown fools. Telling us what to do and what not to, Whom to marry and whom
