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What a tiny nuisance is she
She, who is confined inside my cage
Her mischievous whispers echo
While she clutches my heart again

She plays upon my lungs
Pressing all of the black keys
Passionately like a pianist
Making it difficult to breathe

She giggles oh so playfully
As I wince from my chest pain
She mocks me with excitement
As though we are playing a game

How imaginative and innovative
Constantly spewing out new stories
Creating story plots out of broken pieces
She is the writer of my worries
will Sep 2019
back of your mind
it all bubbles up
words overflowing
inspiration so strong
you lose your breath
your mind goes numb
all becomes black
thousands of words
blink up at you
the cursor pauses
menacingly on screen
zane Sep 2019
"The most important things are the hardest things to say.
They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them--words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out.
But it's more than living isn't it?
The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buries, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away.
And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not
to understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it.
That's the worst, I think.
When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller
but for want of an understanding ear."
This quote helps me understand that whenever I feel emotions so strongly, I shouldn't diminish them. But to recognize them and know they are important, then just telling myself to shut them down because I'm a "teenager". Even if I feel little to no emotions, it's for a reason and it's okay. To just let myself feel how I feel.
Zhanara Aug 2019
You broke my heart
It doesn't hurt
The soul of my heart isn't alive
Now
Nobody can't  awake it
19.08.2019
Zhanara Aug 2019
I am so tired
What should I do
Nobody knows
About my soul
About my heart
About my mood
Why I am so sad
19.08.2019
Zhanara Aug 2019
unfortunately
the
sand
is
between
us.
you
were died
i am alive
19.08.2019
m Jul 2019
And so I turned my poems
Into a hot air balloon
And held on until the clouds
Were suffocating,
Until like ants you disappeared
Into the earth.
The oxygen eventually depleted
And while choking for air
I grasped still to these words,
These fleeting moments of
Clarity,
Until darkness consumed me
At last
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
I just read the first page
of James Joyce’s ‘novel’
Finnegan’s Wake;
Joyce makes up new words
and uses so many new words
that I could not comprehend
what Joyce had written.

Should authors make effort
to use words
which their audience
can understand?
Somethings are still left
Unsaid
But always wanted to be said
Distress
Sometimes i feel everything
And on the next movement I feel nothing
I’ve made a fictional thought
But there is a reality
Who fought
How creative god is
Sitting on those clouds
Watching us
We’ve been so loud
Oh Wow
Still not a single crease on God’s head
How beautifully god created
Us
In this dramatical fuss
Some with love
kindness
beauty
happiness
knowledge
& joy
And in return we gave him
Hate
Misery
Greed
Bloodshed
Fear
War
Slavery
I guess Only trouble
God desired us and made us
Named us
Humans
One of his most beautiful creation
God give us sun
Give us nature
We made his fun
God made humans
With grace and humanity
Look what we did with
This sweet opportunity
Neither less
Nor high
God give us a complete structure
To fly
And we thought god just made us to
Lie
God never had a gender
In his mind
Man forward
Women backward and behind
Who made us
We made him
And differentiate him
In form of man and women
Women with hijab
And man with strong muscle
I think sometimes God might have a thought
On his own innovation
No, it’s humans created hustle
I hope one day we all will understand
We human
And mother earth is
God’s grace
So we just have to embrace
Zhanara Jul 2019
The nature offended me
Cause
I am not her beautiful flowers
I am not her pure water
I am just a thorn of cactus.
14.07.2019
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