It was half-sub-merged; as it were you
sea."
And some sort of process?
that seemed to
In-clude me.? Well wether i write-ed? or it just appeared.' People will read it have no
Fear..It will test their aptitude and
drown their senses..May be it'll flush out more whatever? And liquidate fences.? Words have that power.! I know not fully, the knot from
Whence it comes, yet it causes some tears
And anguish in a sum.' Or laughter? And
hilarity, fires emotions; causes commotions, it can describe truth fully or
Twisted, it can be.? It describes Abrahams
Actions, for ' he digged a well ' thats the text in front of me..A Bible verse thats lasted so long, a story etched in stone and songs, read so many billion times..The tounge
recites its prose and rhyme..I think
Of the fancy grammer beagles that stilt and censure..And create wots legal.? But
God don't care.' Bout sll the razz, and when they run out of words, and time there is more that He has.' He gets it writed.' Is whats the case.' And it will float
This ARK in many a space writed and worthy it proceeds along, while critics though many.' Are really
swans lost in their own songs.'
Title - River of mystery!
Don't say my dear exceptions does not exist,
It just need a single interest.
World is not a table spoon,
Mean it, world is not a swimming pool.
Wonders and wonders are there,
You need to look over there.
Infinity of mysteries are at the top,
It is glancing at you.
Unpredictable the world is,
Full of the nightmares.
As much the mystery is digged ,
As much you are in the pit.
Don't say my dear exceptions does not exist,
It just need a single interest.
World is not a table spoon,
Mean it World is not a swimming pool.
Which is better or bitter without been in cool paints?
What will remembrance be like if there is no alphabets?
To memorise all thoughts would be very silly of sages
Or something else like the divinely blessed earth revelatory saints
What more would be the perfect ever glowing safe diskettes?
Enclosed tightly in a well framed document of many pages
Power to the deaf and relief to all who stammer
Its awesomeness has learned students unique ability to create writes
Of different kinds figured historical building the classes
Which keeps redirecting and reshaping human as it continuously hammer
On all ears the need to respect one another's rights
Its effects remain despite how soon each new generation passes
Thanks to the awesome 18 consonants that romance the vowels
What more diamonds are; digged deep all out from heart
Absorbing all the beautiful thoughts of minds like dry towels
And restructure its uniqueness into a pleasant and lovely art
Sometime the things go beyond the way,
But,still you wish to be fortitude and calm to stay.
Cause this is life,with its deadly vibes;
you wish to live and you almost die.
There was nothing told and no one to scold,
It was your life and you digged the hole.
I was ruled by them so they made me cry,
But,now I'll be the worst to bane their nights.
BY MY OWN HANDS I KILLED YOU
MY DEAR SELF
TO HELL I SOLD YOU
I DIGGED A HOLE
BURRIED YOU
AND WROTE ON THE GRAVESTONE
REST IN PEACE MY DEAR SOUL
THAT IS YOUR NEW HOME
I wanna tell
What I feel
But trust me everyone
Not even one of you
Will take it as a big deal
My thoughts deserted me
And left me in the lurch
I've come too far
Drowning in the oceans
Being dragged across the miles
I'm now in the situation of war
War with my own life
Even If I conquer
My soul will loose to death
But that won't be tough
Becausebit's been hurted enough
Thirteen reasons are mere to bluff
Bc they don't add, subtract or divide
They just give it a simple try
And coerce it to multiply
I keep on walking
Searching for a place to stay
This bodily human existence
Has suffered a lot anyway
I can hold on
That's what I believe
But it will take time to fill in
Because it's been digged very deep!!!
I've digged my own grave so soon
I've killed my soul step by step
I've drowned my body so slowly though so fast
I've lost myself the day I've lost you
I've digged my own grave at the first lie
I've killed my soul when I've let you down
I've drowned my body whe I knew that I'm the reason of all your pain
I've lost myself the second I've lost you
I wish I've died before this day reached me out
To Trump Was Tantamount
We read a blow by blow account
That never arrived at a fair amount
And the further into we all digged
Discovered system had been rigged
That to each fact was tantamount.
Jim Horn
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Spaces between us have been filled with ghosts and silence. I've digged a grave an I'm prepared for a burial of good love gone bad. My body's soft enough to feed the earth, but not kind enough to be kept.
Horizons and waiting become closer and shadows turn to sand. Desert's burn with the sun, but chill with the night. Lessons with love become reborn and I'm prepared to always be left behind by someone I love.
On worse days I tell myself, "There's nothing you've ever wanted, but you'll fail if you never put a foot forward". On best days I tell myself, "No one was ever good at destroying you than yourself and that just isn't right".
Mirrors are smoked and truths become lies that pour from your mouth. Fables are tales of a hopeless romantics mind and fairy tales are made to murder little girls minds.
Still here
Still here
Still here I scream underground
But no one ever heard a sound or word I spoke when I was around
In the library
Beyond the world
our meeting place,
Where studious read
we met in grace,
All those days
and years of togetherness..
In my college library....
Remember the day
when librarian noticed,
As we sat beside
no words spoken,
No books issued,
neither in our hands....
The library we were shown the door....
Shared our notes
and thence the thoughts,
Polished were we
glittered the wroughts,
Learnings of life
that degrees defied.....
In the library to our soul......
My second home
ever since he left,
Lit desire of knowing
the logic of my being alive,
As I digged deeper
knowledge wiped my tears,
Those crispy leaves
of books in the library.....
Familiar shelves
still await my touch,
As the leaves I unfold
and lend my emotions,
To be the novels
that have read high,
For all times to come.....
In my college library........
Written August 6th, 2015
For contest "In the library" by Isaiah Zerbst
Woman you that have been hurt
You that have been broken
You that have been taken away from love
The love that made you fly
Words have been uttered towards you
That felt like stones
Stones that had been thrown at you
And you have fallen into a grave
A grave that had been digged by emotional trauma and pain
You tried to get up but society kept you down
Woman It is time for you to fly!!!
You can live a life knowing you are beautifull intelligent and God made yoy
Be the woman you always wanted to be
Fly Butterly Fly
Get out of your dark place and find your sunshine
Lift your head up and smile
FLY BUTTERFLY FLY!
The solid lump of black coal
for the some geological reasons
have got to long travelling
deep into Earth,
and gone through lots of pressing, beating and
others heavy testings,
eventually digged up, polished,
labeled, crowned
and escorted to pallace
as marvelous prince almaz.
That is common saga of success
in mineral world.
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