The writer:
It's another world inside my skull,
A life like painting never dull,
Like a magic hat filled with colour,
There is no end to where it wanders.
A unique place that only I know,
Like Alice who fell into the rabbit hole,
I fall into my own bottomless mind,
Into a world that has no specific time.
And through my grounded body it travels,
A creative bundle begins to unravel,
Around my bones it weaves and lingers,
Until it finds my yearning fingers.
Then the writer in me is born,
The world inside of me,
Across paper is drawn,
For my world to continue to exist,
Inside another skull.
By Poemsbyjess ©️
It's another world inside my skull,
A life like painting never dull,
Like a magic hat filled with colour,
There is no end to where it wanders.
A unique place that only I know,
Like Alice who fell into the rabbit hole,
I fall into my own bottomless mind,
Into a world that has no specific time.
And through my grounded body it travels,
A creative bundle begins to unravel,
Around my bones it weaves and lingers,
Until it finds my yearning fingers.
Then the writer in me is born,
The world inside of me,
Across paper is drawn,
For my world to continue to exist,
Inside another skull.
By Poemsbyjess ©️
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*A CRY FROM IN-LAWS*
My mother-in-law,
No one hates your laws,
Should be abided though raw,
I'm fade up with these laws.
My mother-in-law,
Early the morning is raw,
Shouting from the furthest lough,
I'm fade up with these laws.
With mother-in-law,
Can only take water as I prone,
I'm not allowed to use a straw,
I'm fade up with these laws.
Dear husband,
Save me from this band,
Her tongue to us disband,
I'm fade up with these burds.
Dear husband,
Don't abandon me to your bloody,
They are good but mouthie,
I'm fade up with these buddies.
~Mercy Wangare,
10th May 2024.
My mother-in-law,
No one hates your laws,
Should be abided though raw,
I'm fade up with these laws.
My mother-in-law,
Early the morning is raw,
Shouting from the furthest lough,
I'm fade up with these laws.
With mother-in-law,
Can only take water as I prone,
I'm not allowed to use a straw,
I'm fade up with these laws.
Dear husband,
Save me from this band,
Her tongue to us disband,
I'm fade up with these burds.
Dear husband,
Don't abandon me to your bloody,
They are good but mouthie,
I'm fade up with these buddies.
~Mercy Wangare,
10th May 2024.
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Letting Go.
I'm burning down my thoughts
to let go of all the ills.
Into ashes I'm turning my
troubles to free my head.
My life's chaos, suicidal
thoughts, I'm letting go.
I've kept a lot in my soul
'til I can't think of the best
life has given me.
The future might be
holding the best,
Or if it will have me dealing
with a lot,
I'll still need to stay to fight
and wish myself a win.
@SaltyTear.
I'm burning down my thoughts
to let go of all the ills.
Into ashes I'm turning my
troubles to free my head.
My life's chaos, suicidal
thoughts, I'm letting go.
I've kept a lot in my soul
'til I can't think of the best
life has given me.
The future might be
holding the best,
Or if it will have me dealing
with a lot,
I'll still need to stay to fight
and wish myself a win.
@SaltyTear.
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Forwarded from Smart Button
️Title: Boy Kills World [2024
Rating ⭐️: 6.7 / 10
Release Info: 26 / 4 / 2024
Genre: #Action #Crime #Thriller
Language: #English
A fever dream action film that follows Boy, a deaf person with a vibrant imagination. When his family is murdered, he is trained by a mysterious shaman to repress his childish imagination
Rating ⭐️: 6.7 / 10
Release Info: 26 / 4 / 2024
Genre: #Action #Crime #Thriller
Language: #English
A fever dream action film that follows Boy, a deaf person with a vibrant imagination. When his family is murdered, he is trained by a mysterious shaman to repress his childish imagination
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control is strength and calmness is mastery,you have to get to the point your moods doesn’t shift based on someone else
I was more of a child
Watching Sesame Street...
Like as though
I was sitting under the sycamore tree.
Where I felt like I was free
Counting one, two, three...
For the bird I saw in it's nest
Flew away, immediately, I yawned awake.
I hoped to stay smiling for long
But I died shortly
After getting that one big purposeful smile
As the heart in my chest had skipped a bit.
Having met someone like you
To caress
Stories of not much worries
Have been said
And we have paid for them.
That we now know how to jog in pain
And walk with happiness
As our heads bow in disappointment
With eyes, accompanied by broken dams.
That strongly convince us
We have failed, to keep it calm
Under the sycamore tree
Along the Sesame Street!
*#Kirabowrites*| Along Sesame Street.
Watching Sesame Street...
Like as though
I was sitting under the sycamore tree.
Where I felt like I was free
Counting one, two, three...
For the bird I saw in it's nest
Flew away, immediately, I yawned awake.
I hoped to stay smiling for long
But I died shortly
After getting that one big purposeful smile
As the heart in my chest had skipped a bit.
Having met someone like you
To caress
Stories of not much worries
Have been said
And we have paid for them.
That we now know how to jog in pain
And walk with happiness
As our heads bow in disappointment
With eyes, accompanied by broken dams.
That strongly convince us
We have failed, to keep it calm
Under the sycamore tree
Along the Sesame Street!
*#Kirabowrites*| Along Sesame Street.
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*Untitled*
Between the gaps of your words,
Lies a hidden heart's mission.
I have been reading through your bars,
There a hidden Confession so unreal,
Yet each action brings hopes to heal,
I know you want confess,
the paining feelings that can't pass,
though you pretend not to express.
In pretense not to see,
Not to entertain your subtle plea.
I backled my feelings hands not to scatter,
Yet your action is complementing what I want without a fee.
I know you want me,
that I want you and our start.
A once-off-chance to brace wishes of your heart.
It's not my eyes nor assumptions,
But it's hidden within the fractions,
the expressions,
Come on
Let's call a whistle and give it a try without hesitations,
For we will enjoy ourselves, worry free
Yeah!
Let's do it,
I know you're GUILTY,
guilty of hiding your living love.
So let me unlock it and set your heart free.
Be mine and I will be yours,
Waiting to play heart to heart songs.
@Charlene
@thepoeticwitch
Between the gaps of your words,
Lies a hidden heart's mission.
I have been reading through your bars,
There a hidden Confession so unreal,
Yet each action brings hopes to heal,
I know you want confess,
the paining feelings that can't pass,
though you pretend not to express.
In pretense not to see,
Not to entertain your subtle plea.
I backled my feelings hands not to scatter,
Yet your action is complementing what I want without a fee.
I know you want me,
that I want you and our start.
A once-off-chance to brace wishes of your heart.
It's not my eyes nor assumptions,
But it's hidden within the fractions,
the expressions,
Come on
Let's call a whistle and give it a try without hesitations,
For we will enjoy ourselves, worry free
Yeah!
Let's do it,
I know you're GUILTY,
guilty of hiding your living love.
So let me unlock it and set your heart free.
Be mine and I will be yours,
Waiting to play heart to heart songs.
@Charlene
@thepoeticwitch
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*Imo*
We
are the sons
and daughters
of many self made gods
and brilliant minds
complications,
mistaken for
sophistication
is our utopia.
Our
fathers' query
their Chi, fearing
no man, no gods
Our
mothers are
catholic by nature,
they submit to man
and tradition.
Our
brothers
dare each other,
yet hold another's
kin dearly.
Our
sisters are
bright minded,
daring 'god of men'
with graceful arrogance -
unlike ofe-mmanu,
they cost more...
We
are nwanyanwu,
we see intent, through
the eyes of the Sun
and hold allegiance
only to conviction.
*-Amami H.*
22.04.2020
We
are the sons
and daughters
of many self made gods
and brilliant minds
complications,
mistaken for
sophistication
is our utopia.
Our
fathers' query
their Chi, fearing
no man, no gods
Our
mothers are
catholic by nature,
they submit to man
and tradition.
Our
brothers
dare each other,
yet hold another's
kin dearly.
Our
sisters are
bright minded,
daring 'god of men'
with graceful arrogance -
unlike ofe-mmanu,
they cost more...
We
are nwanyanwu,
we see intent, through
the eyes of the Sun
and hold allegiance
only to conviction.
*-Amami H.*
22.04.2020
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*LAST RESORT.*
Rescue me not
For I had not asked for a hand
Since you never offered it
Offered it when I needed it.
Throw me a straw not
For clutching at it I won't
Drowning at free will I'm
Dive in en I'll drag you deep down with me!
Why hold my hand now?
Why hold it after all hope is lost?
Why hold it while being lifeless is my last choice?
Let go, for the beckoning of my ancestors awaits!
Show me light not
For I'm a bat
Death havours around me
While the angel of death is ready to slay me!
*©®Mylistic Master Pen 🖋🇰🇪*
Rescue me not
For I had not asked for a hand
Since you never offered it
Offered it when I needed it.
Throw me a straw not
For clutching at it I won't
Drowning at free will I'm
Dive in en I'll drag you deep down with me!
Why hold my hand now?
Why hold it after all hope is lost?
Why hold it while being lifeless is my last choice?
Let go, for the beckoning of my ancestors awaits!
Show me light not
For I'm a bat
Death havours around me
While the angel of death is ready to slay me!
*©®Mylistic Master Pen 🖋🇰🇪*
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Poetess Somdatta Mitra
Country : India
Dated : 16.05.2024.
Title: *A PAINTING THAT I LONGED TO COLOUR.*
Several colours tempt me in a conundrum ,
A painting that I longed to emblem.
Imaginations floated and feelings surged to create ,
An incredible thought that floated in my mind.
Yes , a picture of a woman who explores her dignity ,
Who has been a victim of several conflagrations .
Nature surrounds her as her mother,
Voices stupefy the world with her bold decisions.
She enamoured peace and divinity ,
She embraced all with a generosity.
Scorns have pricked her heart like thorns ,
Intentional discouragements have penetrated her soul like storms.
Her smile and courage never effaced her determination,
Colours of righteousness adorn her firmness.
Tolerance and consistent hope have fuelled her spirit ,
As I blend red and blue to make purple for her conflicts.
I mixed yellow and red to get amber ,
The nature welcomes with wide open arms.
Brightened eyes that speak thousands of speeches ,
Are coloured with black and tinge of brown in the eyelashes.
She is fearless and indomitable ,
I gratiate her with some black hairs to adorn her beauty .
Her wings give us the impression of a phoenix ,
As she rises above her level of integrity.
That righteousness and honesty is a good virtue ,
Orange and grey could manoeuvre her polite gestures.
My brushes touched that delicate strokes ,
Over the face and enlightened her dazzling countenance.
Ravishing , bedazzled and awe inspiring ,
She bedecked the painting as deserving an admiration .
©® *Somdatta Mitra*
©Copyright All Rights Reserved
Country : India
Dated : 16.05.2024.
Title: *A PAINTING THAT I LONGED TO COLOUR.*
Several colours tempt me in a conundrum ,
A painting that I longed to emblem.
Imaginations floated and feelings surged to create ,
An incredible thought that floated in my mind.
Yes , a picture of a woman who explores her dignity ,
Who has been a victim of several conflagrations .
Nature surrounds her as her mother,
Voices stupefy the world with her bold decisions.
She enamoured peace and divinity ,
She embraced all with a generosity.
Scorns have pricked her heart like thorns ,
Intentional discouragements have penetrated her soul like storms.
Her smile and courage never effaced her determination,
Colours of righteousness adorn her firmness.
Tolerance and consistent hope have fuelled her spirit ,
As I blend red and blue to make purple for her conflicts.
I mixed yellow and red to get amber ,
The nature welcomes with wide open arms.
Brightened eyes that speak thousands of speeches ,
Are coloured with black and tinge of brown in the eyelashes.
She is fearless and indomitable ,
I gratiate her with some black hairs to adorn her beauty .
Her wings give us the impression of a phoenix ,
As she rises above her level of integrity.
That righteousness and honesty is a good virtue ,
Orange and grey could manoeuvre her polite gestures.
My brushes touched that delicate strokes ,
Over the face and enlightened her dazzling countenance.
Ravishing , bedazzled and awe inspiring ,
She bedecked the painting as deserving an admiration .
©® *Somdatta Mitra*
©Copyright All Rights Reserved
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*FIERY LOve..♪*
Fiery love without any figment of fury..
Hurry, the blazing saddles; calming...
A practice today, works, perfection tomorrow..
We're the products of love, the end game of lovin'...
Lovin' dew, why so unlucky of a due..
Soul errand, displacing the solace of chaos...
Merry merriments meant, let's meet at the twilight of ecstasy..
Grief of many sorrows — gone, gone and never to return..
It's our turn for a turnover — let love be still and peace be installed; perpetually...
Aye!
.
*©️Theophy IP*
Fiery love without any figment of fury..
Hurry, the blazing saddles; calming...
A practice today, works, perfection tomorrow..
We're the products of love, the end game of lovin'...
Lovin' dew, why so unlucky of a due..
Soul errand, displacing the solace of chaos...
Merry merriments meant, let's meet at the twilight of ecstasy..
Grief of many sorrows — gone, gone and never to return..
It's our turn for a turnover — let love be still and peace be installed; perpetually...
Aye!
.
*©️Theophy IP*
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*The end*
From whence ye hath begun, thou shall see an end,
By the lesser hand of thy squire, ye beggeth,
For a life unworthy of reason, only beyond retribution,
The end cometh by blade, sharp and quick.
From whence ye hath cursed the elven blood, hot.
In the crookedness of thy greed and grasp of gold,
Why do you look up, Oh ye, of unrighteous resentment,
Shall you call upon a Lazarus, I pray thee well.
From the beginnings, the end sprouteth,
With intent filled wills and thickness of the air,
Why art thy knees on the trepid ground,
Ye that beareth feet of judicious soles.
Doth thine own virtues abhor such humility of man,
As ye lay arms on Gods with blades and archers,
Wherefore dost thy stupidity persist?
The tears of a crocodile, today beareth blood.
Oh ye of golden hair and saliva of silver,
The end beckons, and how faireth ther, ye rag of gold,
The end draws hither by the squire's unworthy palms,
By the blade and not the arrow, thou shalt perish.
Mr. Melusi Steyn
LibraryWrites
From whence ye hath begun, thou shall see an end,
By the lesser hand of thy squire, ye beggeth,
For a life unworthy of reason, only beyond retribution,
The end cometh by blade, sharp and quick.
From whence ye hath cursed the elven blood, hot.
In the crookedness of thy greed and grasp of gold,
Why do you look up, Oh ye, of unrighteous resentment,
Shall you call upon a Lazarus, I pray thee well.
From the beginnings, the end sprouteth,
With intent filled wills and thickness of the air,
Why art thy knees on the trepid ground,
Ye that beareth feet of judicious soles.
Doth thine own virtues abhor such humility of man,
As ye lay arms on Gods with blades and archers,
Wherefore dost thy stupidity persist?
The tears of a crocodile, today beareth blood.
Oh ye of golden hair and saliva of silver,
The end beckons, and how faireth ther, ye rag of gold,
The end draws hither by the squire's unworthy palms,
By the blade and not the arrow, thou shalt perish.
Mr. Melusi Steyn
LibraryWrites
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Man bought a Goat at 60k
He sold it at 70k, He bought it again at 80k
Later sold it at 90k.
How much profit did he make
He sold it at 70k, He bought it again at 80k
Later sold it at 90k.
How much profit did he make
*Ego murdered our love*
I wanted to be the one to ease your pain
You ended up bleeding on me instead,
I drowned in your filthy blood,
Every part of my soul was stained,
I still tried to save you whilst my flesh burnt,
Scared that the love between would grow faint,
I tried to save "us",
But ego murdered our love and i buried pieces of my heart in poetry,
It's hard to forget you with all these scars.
She is trying to ease my pain,
The pain she never caused,
It's unfair how she is trying to wipe your blood off me,
Trying to make me forget you ever existed,
She knows I will never love her the way I love you.
chipfikovongai .
I wanted to be the one to ease your pain
You ended up bleeding on me instead,
I drowned in your filthy blood,
Every part of my soul was stained,
I still tried to save you whilst my flesh burnt,
Scared that the love between would grow faint,
I tried to save "us",
But ego murdered our love and i buried pieces of my heart in poetry,
It's hard to forget you with all these scars.
She is trying to ease my pain,
The pain she never caused,
It's unfair how she is trying to wipe your blood off me,
Trying to make me forget you ever existed,
She knows I will never love her the way I love you.
chipfikovongai .
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