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kyoshi · 3 days ago
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i’m in the shadows you cannot get rid of me, centipede entity making moves taking blues never leave paper trails police can make it to, straight from a fable i’m Cain and youre Able, I’m holy, i’m sacred I know imma make it
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blackbird-lyre · 22 days ago
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The moon is kerosine tonight, opening a yellow eye while daylight dies away.
Street lamps glow with wire halos, people in worn coats stopping at shop windows on their way home, standing like scarecrows.
Stores sell tin cans of hope on the shelves, with rolls of barbed wire, scanning barcodes and setting fields aflame after the harvest.
We stand on the rusty shoulders of giants.
We care for those close to us, with soft skin and bones, at home in dusty picture frames.
You can strategize, set up straw men with the mechanical tendons of typewriters. But your plans will snap like matchsticks.
You can forget about the end, where fences fall apart along the plateau's edge.
But the mind's eye is a black hole, stretching time and starlight. 
Pools of candle wax will expand like pupils at nightfall, desperate for the last glow between branches
To swallow us whole. 
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yoongle-boongle · 22 days ago
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☂︎ summer solace
sugar sprinkled strawberries
chocolate flavored memories
summer nights
with the moon in sight
brownie eyes, like starlight
lullabies to quiet the mumbles
of my anxiety that tumbles
hold me close to you instead
and let your whispers fill my head
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winteralexandriamiller · 24 days ago
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A peak into my doorway of passion. I can no longer crave you in silence. I want to wear my attraction for you like the latest fashion. Where my mind goes my body soon shall follow. You can take a wild guess that it’s destination leads to you. I want my hands to land and freely explore your person. With permission and patience, like an intoxicating fragrance, I look forward to your kisses. Wet Seductive lips, a new home for my fingertips. Cup my chin in your hands. I’ll close my eyes while you Kiss me into oblivion. I wish for a forever in moments like this. Just a peek in my doorway of passion. Even though I know everything ends. Somehow, I still wish for a forever in moments like this. -w.a.m.
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magicacademyaesthetic · 25 days ago
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What is Us?
Evil is beautiful, as beauty is
goodness;
everything that is alive or inanimate is creation.
All to mix and boil, to call itself existence.
In this reality, we find universal
elation.
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lettersyoullneversee · 27 days ago
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Covid
I dont see Covid in your music videos or your adverts telling me to get pissed and Covid doesn’t seem to apply to Dominic Cummings what is becoming of this? I dont see Boris lining up outside kwicksave and I bet he wouldn’t be worrying about every little thing in his day I had a woman scream and point at me to to stand behind a line and if I dont collect the kids on time I get another…
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writelikefools2021 · 28 days ago
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You Can’t Make an Omelet without Breaking Some Eggs - Uncle Scooter - Day 18
I heard through the grapevine it’s always darkest before the dawn, but every dog has its day throwing caution to the wind, going on a wild goose chase, pulling someone’s leg, biting off more than you can chew by the skin of your teeth straight from the horse’s mouth. Getting a taste of your own medicine, tit for tat (turnabout is fair play), a snowball effect letting the cat out of the bag and killing two birds with one stone (don’t count your chickens before they hatch), adding insult to injury by beating a dead horse (you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink the last straw). Speak of the devil! The elephant in the room,
 playing devil’s advocate, going down in flames, burning bridges,
 like two peas in a pod getting a second wind to run like the wind. Head in the clouds, 
clouds on the horizon, weather the storm but feeling under the weather, caught between a rock and a hard place through thick and thin (no pain, no gain), but don’t judge a book by its cover, it’s a blessing in disguise! Letting someone off the hook is the icing on the cake,                a peice of cake,                giving the befenit of the dubot                at the dorp of a hat                is the bset of btoh woldrs,                for as you sow so slahl you raep

                         na papel a ydapseektehcotdoryawa…
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graeford · a month ago
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Blog Cabin / Vlog Cabin / Captain’s Log Cabin
Wordplay. Wordplay? When thoughts have occurred, play with them, twist them into shapes, and reconfigure the letters, make the first the third, say what you now have, and try to make sense (or recompense) or keep it different by adding the term non – non and sense together make a sunny day into stormy weather, whether you understand it or not. Mix it up – and what see you got now…
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ketans-poetry-world · a month ago
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Mohabbat ek anokha rishta!!
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Mohabbat ek esa rishta hai jisme padne ke baad ya to log apni Manjil ko pa lete hai , or ya to rashto se Manjil ki bhatak jate hai, mohabbat me padne ke baad aksar log apne apno se duriyan bana lete hai , dosto se duriyan bana lete hai bas ek shaks ke sath hi waqt bitana pasand karte hai, bheed me apne apno ke bich bhi bas usi ek shaks ke khayalo me lage rehte hai or uske naraj hone pas apne dosto tak se duriyan bana lete hai , wo apni ek alag duniya banane lag jate hai or usi duniya me khus rehne lagte hai , unhe baki kisi ki parwaah nahi hoti bas us ek shaks ke alava par jab wo dur ho jata hai zindagi se to fir puri tarha tut jate hai or esi taklif me na hi kch kisi ko bol pate na bata pate fir unhe akele rehna pasand hota hai , kisi ki bhi company unhe khusiya nahi deti , or na wo apni taklifo ko kisi or se share kr pate hai kyoki wo us shaks ki khatir pehle hi sab dosto se duriyan bana lete hai..
Mohabbat ye shabd bada pechida hai,
Jo padta hai isme rehta wo sanjeeda hai,
Hosh nahi rehta usko kisi baat ka,
Bheed me bhi aksar wo tanha rehta hai..
Written by Ketan Shendey
Admin @_unkahidastaan
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ijustwannahop · a month ago
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Alive and kicking, it's as if it were already written, like cold weather and winter making a young man shiver, it wasn't meant to be cold outside, it's warm season, but don't panick, until then just let life simmer.
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ketans-poetry-world · a month ago
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Kuch apno ke liye !!
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Bohot waqt tuk hum sirf or sirf kisi gair ke liye likhte rahe hai , aaj tak jo bhi kch likha kisi gair ko yaad krke likha hai aaj kch apno ke liye kehna chahte hai ke hum wo hai jo mohabbat ke piche nahi bhagte na mohabbat sahi tarike se karna jante hai , hum wo hai jo kisi se bhi jab rishta banate hai to use puri siddat pure dil se mante hai or puri sachchai se nibhate hai , chahe fir humse koi dusmani chahe ya dosti , hum kabhi kisi rishtey me dhoka nahi dete bas yahi ek kami hai hum me , basarte humne dhoke bohot khaye hai aaj tak or aaj bhi khate aye hai , or jinhone dhoke diye wo bhi apne hi the kabhi aaj wo zindagi me humari nahi sahi , par kabhi wo hua to karte the , or unse bhi jo rishta tha humara hum nibhaya to krte the ..
Barso talak to kisi gair ke liye likhte aye hum,
Aaj kisi apne ke liye kch kehna chahte hai..
Mohabbat karni to ati ni hume,
Par jo bhi rishta hum banate hai usse sachhe dil se nibhate hai..
Written by Ketan Shendey
Admin @_unkahidastaan
Wanna talk @iirreplaceable_me
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