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Kore Sep 2018
redskin, cheekbones, upturned eyes
you call me names, pick apart my features
there's much for you to analyze

none of it good enough
even as you slit my belly and take my skin
you think me rough

wearing me like a hood you become
Pocahontas, Matoaka, Indian Princess
you think the thrum of your blood is the sound of a drum

you consume me, trick yourself
Redskin Princess
it's almost halloween and i'm already tired of pocahontas cosplayers
Bryan Aug 2018
Photographs enable us to forget but force us to remember.
Que
Que mañana lluevan rosas,
que te bese un ángel en el pecho
y no se me pase el tiempo,
que me alimente tu recuerdo,
y que sepas
que aún te pienso....
E B K Jul 2018
if
   you'd
              like
                      to
                           Change
                                           me
                                                        Then
                                     double
                              click
                         to
                 Edit
           my
                                           thoughts
Dawn Jupiter Apr 2018
portals,
boundaries,
encased snapshots,
an edit.

a consumable fragment,
a glimpse,
palatable.
yw Mar 2018
Filtered faces
Staged selfies
Eating oysters
Look at my new watch, sneakers this and that  
Look at the places I visit
Look at my perfect life
No colours are too bright
Edited to perfection
Cropped out the background
Hide the mess If they don’t see it then it doesn’t exist
This is my wonderful wife, life, pooch and house

If I didn’t stage that selfie then this is all of what you would see
the dog that won’t stop barking,
the house that needs cleaned and possibly refurbished,
the wife scrambling at the debt letters on the kitchen counter wondering why the money don’t cover it
The life you wish to filter and draw a line under with the caption “perfect life”
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Feel it
Plan it,
Rethink,
Ink it
Read it,
Edit,
Connect it,
Then beautify

Love it
Save it
Release free

With the magic of your words.
Genre: Autobiography
Theme: When, small things matter.
Hold it in
                                                                   cut clean the vitals


How I see a simple procedure going wrong is the anxiety of the believer. The Optimist that fears the pessimistic balance. True lovers of the art.

                   Exhale  

                                                                  sedation equals Meditation
Minds wander when watching the reflection of ever moving sound and light through the world of water.

                               Sip the air in
                                                      Release the third eyes tears


A figure of speech. Or a meaning that only the experienced can speak for? But nothing is trivial in the pursuit and may it suit you so.

                                                      DOnot BlinK

Digging holes to sleep in

There is a goal of destruction. Caused either by thy self or the weight out on thy self by others. However this weight becomes lighter as I become stronger in bearing it.  Should it ever be cast off I fear I would not exist.

                                                                                Let the music in
                     Silhouettes are my truth

But now the doubt has been raised... The Cave men will now question their Gods. The banished becomes a Martyr of everyones self doubt.

                                                                                                             Meet the eyes of your maker

                                                                        Blind, Deft, Paralyzed

You can find them. I have them. Everyone and almost everything does. look deep, drink the knowledge and use it to cure. Become the knife to the weave of time and free our paths.

                                 Become a monster

when getting hijacked in your car, drive into a large object fast, all the while stare at aggressor silently

A Monster is a matter of opinion. But I digress that it should be questioned whether or not humans can be monsters and no longer humans. To add someone who becomes a monster may never have the chance to become human. The odds are stacked against humans.

                                                                   laugh in our beds for our sins
                                                                Hard Rock Balled
I don't mind good and evil. I don't much care for what they are. Experiencing them I care about.

               Time fractals across the Insomniac Ramblers body
                                Criticize, Critique, Commit

Dream for others. Imagine the unknown. Believe in oneself.
I would appreciate random life insights, words, phrases, etc... from you hello poetry and I will edit accordingly      o.O
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