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Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2021
Rule 1
If you want
To love
"Pinch the soul"

I repeat

Rule 2
If you wished
To be loved
"Surrender"

Read that again

Rule 3
If you want
Both of it
"Get ready"

You will
Genre: Observational
Author's Note: Dedicated to your good future, what live has to offer.
Rainswood Aug 2021
Before the chicory unfurls to the sun,
meet me down the gravel road
beneath the Tulip Poplar.

I will Revel in your aura-
Share my radiance with you.
Our beautiful friendship gleaming.

Exchanging love in the purest form,
the way that we relate.
Laughter dancing in our eyes

If the world saw things differently
We could do this everyday.

Until then,
We’ll look forward to next summer
If only for Thursday.
Maintaining a marriage and refusing to entirely abandon an important friendship.
i have a few rules
you don't need to follow them
i have a few rules
the first one is
make your own rules
i have a few rules
The Dybbuk Mar 2021
"If I held myself to my resolutions, I would be twice ahead of the pack. Yet I find myself, perhaps unsurprisingly, bending the rules."
and now I think to myself that I too am in the same predicament.
and so I say, "What lofty goals of this world or the next do you aspire to? Those we share, we can accomplish together." And in the spoken language of prophets you replied: "let the shepherds of goodness upon the earth guide the hand of the ignoble, so that, in their ignorance, they may be of service to the light." But I hesitated; there was the smell of money on his breath... "Why not share our light across the channel we hold now to all brothers and sisters in need of light to shine from their eyes?"
The most valuable resource in the world is illumination.
Grey Feb 2021
“What is a poem?”
My English teacher asks,
then barely pauses before answering his own question.
Lists of rules and reasons
spill from his mouth,
so many that he’s cut off by the bell.

I refrain from raising my hand
and telling him that anything can be a poem
if you want it to be.

The painting on the wall,
the fleeting peace that comes
from looking at the moon,
the little boy whose hands are already rough
and calloused with use.

Nothing makes a poem
but our minds and thoughts and wishes
for “poem” is just a word
but what it gives us is ours to decide.

Maybe even this is a poem,
though my English teacher would disagree.
2/18/2021
Felt like trying something new.
xjf Feb 2021
Call it cringe
call it bad
call it great
or whatever you want
Hell, rip pages out
and make your notes
mail me my own poems
back with critiques for all I care
Just know that I don't care; about subject
punctuation
spelling or any of it
Because I swear
on all that I hold dear
if I have to hear
"that's not a real word"
one more ******* time
I'll lose my ******* mind
Julian C Jaynes Jan 2021
Follow the leader
Get in line
Don’t run ahead
Just march in time
Please remain calm
It’s just a drill
The hardest part’s over
We’re over the hill
Don’t ask questions
Trust in the plan
Shut the **** up
And get in the van
It’s for your own good
Mother knows best
Just keep looking forward
Only the dead rest...
Shewrites Jan 2021
Somehow, It's exhausting to live in this world with some kind of a code of how to become a likable person.
Where in you should behave in accordance of what the society dictates you to be like,

so they won't ridicule you,

forced to follow the rules to survive or blend,

pretend to be someone likeable,

make friends,

go to work,

bathe everyday,

follow the trend,

build high defensive walls

and  basically just do what the others do to avoid being labelled as

******,

Crazy,

madmen

insane.

Sometimes, I just want to be crazy..

So I could have an excuse not to follow rules

do whatever I like,

say whatever I want

and just be ME.
Got inspired from the book of Paolo Coelho "Veronika Decided to Die" Circa (Jan 14, 2017)
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