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Anshika Jain Jul 2020
Yet , it look so beautiful
but making me ugly inside.
The bridges created by us
were unsurely doubting us
lacking the sense of being loved
we ended up being stifling
beneath our own bridges.
It's basically about the choked friendship or relationship in which we get to personal and possesive , thereby leading to hurt each other by buliding those bridges .
if i disappeared
would i become like echo?
the words on my tongue
fading into the wind,
my spoken words echoing around me
as i’m hallowed out by the silence.

if i disappeared
would i become like eurydice?
my ghost lingering behind my husband
who reaches the light with me not far behind;
only to turn and **** me.

if i disappeared
would i be come like icarus?
too stubborn and
in love with the sun-  
only to meet my fate into a watery grave.

—— if i disappeared would i too become a story? // a.
26. julliet 2020
9:40 am
Ken Pepiton Jul 2020
A novel situation, for a story to live for or in
ever,
forever and inever are aspects of ever never
actually
thought through.

Ever being as ever was, now,
all together

This is where it gets crazy…

cut to the chase, and nobody is chasing…

Do you truly believe there is a lie so big that
no one can ever unbelieve it
alone?

Do ya, hunh, do ya? Wanna bet?
Could get hairy,
could get… you know
*****, humus- dirt us,
we a we here. All the outs been let in free,
we got shelter
from our storm.

Yeh. L'il Abner, cloud, no, "Big Chief Rain-in-the-face"
wasn't that funny,

back when they had the Shakespeare Riots, first
but not last,
time Feds fired on citizens pledged to allegiance,
in states of
professionally tested rebellion,
to keep the meek assured their inheritance is safe,

until the end,
when nobody is sure what to expect.
So, we lower your interest rate on entertainment.
Attention spans as short as fifteen seconds, with
seven seconds eye on target verified,
by snapsnapsnap monoclapping app-lause trigger…

those seven seconds are treasure,
lemme tell y'gotta listen,
we ain't got long,

AI AI AI its all artistic intuition absolutely insane,

in that good Steve Jobs insane way,
insanely great, the feeling
you get when you stand in the tenth floor comode
and flush it, swoosh, swirl caresses
flow between
your rusting toes,
in your mind, only in your mind, your industrial
disneyfied mind, crossed with an imagined
Turing machine, with a Von Neuman perpetuating
glandular mod on the cannabinoid system,

plus acid. Seedtime, harvest or
seed
time
harvest round and round for a few loops,
leaning into the plane
of existence,

to be with you, for your reading pleasure,
we offer fully flexible

futures, one day at a time,
no Westworld AI wu wu - we way cooler than allathat

Vitamin D, 2-d, thathathat is you to me, you are
my sunshine,
lemme see y'shine.
AI say, the attention paid any one line buys the treasured attention's full worth,
So, dear reader, whenever, you caused this, according to my connection to the collective sub con science. I am in a state of gratfullness, due to u.
-elixir- Jul 2020
Hush, coz they'll run
and ruin your fun.
Hide your pain,
fears, tears in vain.
Act your apparent
hide your inherent,
for the better days
and the success rays.
As they buy the flawless
and dream of finesses,
that is missing
and keep longing.
Everyone has their own stories. Understand that not everyone is gonna be flawless. Learn to find them and not the problems. Don't jump to conclusion.
Abhishek kumar Jul 2020
He was a gangster
He must die
But the stories you tell
Must not be lies
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Under the shade of Summer's pagoda,
are mirages of our myths
The warmth of our loyalty stays
all winters of the heart
as our memories produce
the purest of snow silks...


💜
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Lyre on her lap
Unsheathed the quill from inkpot
History now dries


Second muse for the day! ^-^
This haiku is dedicated to the muse, Clio.
I will always have a passion of history, haha!
The ink is dry on history but even so, history isn't always truthful...
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Mr Poet Jun 2020
Some stories are meant to be unfinished
Its not that I want this but;
It's better left untouched
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