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Ash Oct 2020
I heard you were quitting,
I guess it's that frustrating.
The monster inside laughing,
He can feel that he's winning.

Are you choosing him to take over?
Already declaring him the winner?
Telling yourself you're a loser?
Because you became a quitter.

Your creations are work of art,
everything came from the heart.
You need to go back from the start,
think about how you'd got this far.

It was always your sweet escape,
it was your emotions that helped you create.
A masterpiece that people can relate,
to the extent they can feel your heartache.

Remember the times you started writing,
those times when you were breaking.
Those times when you were hurting,
those times when you were drowning.

It made you get up and fight,
it helped you restore your might,
When everything doesn't feel right,
you sit down and start to write.

So now grab a pen and a paper,
go ahead and try to remember.
The reason why you became a writer,
and the magic behind "The Dreamer."
Just a reminder for the writers out there who wants to quit and give up.
Alena Simonian Oct 2020
Allowing the story to be told
Along the spiral path of time
Deeper and deeper along the blooms of the rose
You keep unfolding
Coming home to yourself
the dance beckons you further
asking for your honesty, vulnerability, humility
Be brave, take the first step, journey to the bridge between the finite and infinite
to the dark fertile void of possibilities into the light of their existence
An embodiment of creation
Feeling more alive within every fold of emotion, every texture, every taste on the spectrum, every sound imaginable, smells like a field of wildflowers tickling your senses simultaneously encompassing their juxtaposition
whole and complete unto themselves
No labels
What it means to be human
To feel so deeply yet be prone to numbness
To be exposed to the elements yet have a compass to find your way back to the beating anchor that guides you
The infinite love that animates you
Allowing the story to unfold
Not always doing what you're told
Not knowing what that even is then welcoming clarity like the brightest sunrise after the darkest hour
Sometimes lost then found anew
Learning how to tell the difference between resonance and dissonance
And the balance that helps it all make sense
Using a little of each, sparingly, carefully, distilling beauty from the crazy cacophony
So many paths leading to the same destination yet only one rings true at a time
Surrendering to the wisdom
Innate, embodied
the dance goes on to a different tune
Are you willing to explore?
Do you have a hunger for more?
What drives this desire?
An unexplainable longing to be among the possibilities
A chance, an attempt, a try
Unprecedented perhaps that's why
Co-creating something new
A different perspective
A fresh point of view
Journeying within to see that you are a cosmic reflection of all that is wanting to know itself as your life, reflected back as me
Reflections in a lake
We are all mirrors for each other
Beauty unbounded
Words are limited in describing this
You merely scratch the surface of your experience
Yet they propel you like guides to the unseen realms
To see without eyes
To hear without ears
Following the music of your soul
Answer the call
Here and Now
What will you discover?
inder Sep 2020
In every RACE-
          -Learn to EMBRACE!

Seek VALOR-
          - From every FAILURE!!

Make KINDNESS your CHEMISTRY-
-You will create HISTORY!!!

Strengthen your WILL-
-Every step you take will be UP THE HILL!!!!

@inder-
Akshat Agarwal Sep 2020
You
You are an antique , a relic or maybe an old bottle of wine,
every time you ask for me , I get shivers down my spine.
Your aura is the reason I'm nervous and unsure of myself
'cause all I want is to be a silent observer on your shelf.

You say "there is nothing to loose other than yourself", on the news,
but how do I believe in this when I have your motivation to loose.
All I care about is still intact and fueling my happiness
so maybe I should imitate you again and be the "casual selfless".
Sometimes I feel I can look up to my reflection in the mirror and feel good :)
Sandy May 26
"Mental Healing"

Why to take stress for
which is extracorporeal?

Go to the roof at night
Watch the stars and squeal
It will surely make you heal.

Whatever you have been chosen to do
Do it with full zest and zeal.
You will definitely find the weal.

Why hide behind the veil
If you are true, reveal
Why to conceal?

Never cheat yourself,  always be leal.

Well these are only words and are incorporeal.
But its promise if you do the aforesaid
You will feel the experience which will be ethereal.
                  
- Writer Sandeep Kaushal
This is my First attempt on Hello Poetry. Whenever we feel stress, reality seems to fade as if there is no meaning to life. These are the moments where we need Stress Busters. So, kindly read and give feedback.
Jammit Janet Aug 2020
#41
Sweet like candy,
But not brittle,
I was born resilient,
Emotional intelligence brilliant,

My DNA is exotic,
I’m no ordinary plant,
I’m of the nuclear variety,
Atomic,

I’ll break out the beats,
And shift your plates,
As I burst into tecktoniks,
And make your earth quake,

With my deviant thoughts,
And perspective that’s radical,
To uproot the past,
And fill it with something magical.
Akshita Aug 2020
There will be many nights
Where you see a starless sky

There will be days
When it pours and rains endlessly

There will be evenings
When you wish you were
Anywhere but here

There will be times when
All you want is to be rescued

However, know that these times
Are simply ephemeral
They will not last till an eternity
Void Aug 2020
A morsel of hope
That is merely a seed
Is watered by her tears
And blossoms in Spring
It grows and grows
Along with her dreams
It sprouted limbs in form of a tree
It bears the sweetest of fruits of only happiness, it brings
She gets a sugary taste in which the fruit bore
A taste of peace in which she had never known before

As spring turned to winter
The frost killed her tree
The only good thing in her life was now bleak
The branches were bear
And her dreams were not there
But she knew this sorrow would only last for a season
And once the vibrant life of spring returned
She could water another seed with her tears and sorrows
So her happiness could be reborn
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