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When matter is Immiscible
Words cannot be the binding agent

When matter is immiscible
Words can be the cohesive agent

When matter is immiscible
Words add fuel to the fire

When matter is immiscible
Words have the power , wield wise

When matter is immiscible
Words can confuse , less is more

When matter is immiscible
Words can go on endlessly FULLSTOP
Read at your own risk :)
Semicolon Aug 2018
Oh dear,
I still save
the last bite
for you.
But what hurts the most is you're never coming back home, to me.

©Semicolon
ghost girl Aug 2018
I wish my
name had
never fallen
from your
tongue.
Isaac Aug 2018
Checking the date I realize
A fact that vividly implies
How time flies
Once Earth spins ten times
The teen in me dies.
A part of me cries
As I see my life size
Minimize
But I know it's not wise
To agonize
Over losing the fading prize
Of youth.
Written 10 August 2018
ghost girl Jul 2018
all i pray
is you to
suffer
as i do.
Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
2017

summer

july

you

love

sea

ten
days

happiness

freedom
­
children

light

night
talks

ten
days

ten
days

ten
days

ten
­days


18.05.18
Semicolon Jun 2018
I hope that one day,
I would be myself,
Again.
There's this feeling,
That I'm happy,
But I'm not,
That my mind is a healthy place,
But it's not,
That I am good enough,
But I'm not,
That I'm still myself,
But I'm not.
There's this feeling,
And it's eating me up.

©Semicolon
A Simillacrum Jun 2018
I
Am human
I
was
born,

I,
For reasons
I
Don't
Know,

I
Am conscious
I

Want what is mine.

The only planet I might
ever touch with my toes
in my lifetime, the only planet
that our children may
ever, is in constant flux
as humankind fights on high
between the minds that
can't decide on the price
of life in this land of freedom,
minds on high that can't
decide if a government
should protect its citizens' best
interests or preach
individualism until the best
is a corporate Wild West.
Until when? The time
Has come.

It is.
You can see it.
Look what you've built.
Gaze upon social implosion and cry.

I
Am nothing
With
Out
This
Blessing

I
Am a part
Of
the
We
as the

Us.

You want to see God?
Feel your face with your hands.
Look at yourself in the mirror.
Assess what you've become.

At some point in time,
The value of commodity
Became The value of a human life
At some point in time,
The value went intangible
Became the money We need, when

Our leaders all fritter Fiat funds
For access to guns and bombs.

(Bigger and Better, Baby)

(❤)
Who am I?

(Who am I?)

Who am I,

but a sound of tomorrow?
josh wilbanks Jun 2018
I'm stuck chasing ghosts of people i used to know
I miss my old friends. I miss her. Nobody's who they used to be and it stings because i'm still right here.
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