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Hope never shattered, but it killed my poetry
Benevolence broke, but it curbed my jealousy
So covered my heart it won't ever get dusty
Painted promises, so it'll forever be trustworthy
I'm seventeen, someday I'll be twenty-three
Then I'll fix my postcards and my dictionary
I said yes to the things that I didn’t agree
Sheltered a renegade with a destructive spree
But I lied for the good so that it won't cause misery
It burned me, but those burns only healed me

I think I'll miss it, whatever it is
I think it'll remain unnamed for its willing liberty
The hope never shattered, but it cured my poetry

Winding streams and shadows tall,
Somewhere beyond the city's reach,
Where morning dew and twilight meet.
A place untouched by time's cruel hand,
No map to chart, no line to strand.
Where dreams take flight, and worries die.
No walls to hold, no roads to bind,
Just echoes of a tranquil mind.
In this retreat, both yours and mine.
It can't be found, it can't be known,
A sanctuary of our own.

A shore where I could find peace
You and a cold gentle breeze
Royal waters amidst the shallows
Open sky and our beloved trees
It feels home
A distant place where time stands still,
Beyond the noise, beyond the thrill.
A silent cove where whispers meet,
Soft grass beneath my wandering feet.
No path to mark, no name to call,
Just endless skies and trees so tall.
A river's hum, the rustling leaves,
Where every breath, my soul relieves.
I seek space, yet undefined,
Your heart hovers my mind.
Not bound by form, nor place, nor time,
I call it home - sweet, serene, sublime.

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A sweeter place, lying stargazing
All Worries wear away nightchasing
Soft tones voiceover the silence
A place which repels the violence
It feels home

So I'd filter my feelings

And hey, Dorothy
Why is a sycamore grown on your balcony?
It's funny you're allergic to rust;
Are you breathing the dust?
There's so much fresh air,
Why do you have asthma?
Why You blame the atmosphere,
That must be your karma.



People are hauntingly bad, let's not be people
Time changes, with it people change
Surely they do, let's not be people
'It' gets hard sometimes
Somedays 'It' feels intense good
Somedays you can want me to die
And pretend it doesn't matter
I can want you to feel, how bad It feels like.
But inside our hearts,
We be no people to one another,
Seasons! Must bear each one of them,
Sometimes dull, dreadful, and heartbreaking
Sometimes ecstatic, adorable or heartmelting
Sometimes why are we, sometimes who are we,
What remains same is feeling of trust.
People may define us, we don't.
For good, there must be bad,
For best there must be we.
We are just growing ghosts,
Better it be we along times.
Hope never shatters, 'It' just injures the poetry.
Feelings fluctuate overtime, trusting our loyalty.
You're always here, telling me rhymes to write
We can always stay in our feelings. Better stay.
Lot of things are we stop caring.
But this one what we build, It matters.
We be the flowers for us,
And thorns, to so called people.
We are just two ghosts
Standing in the place of you and me.......
Trying to remember,
How it feels to have a heartbeat.....!!!!!

And hey, Dorothy
Why is a sycamore growing on your balcony?
It's funny, you're allergic to rust.
Are you breathing the dust?
There's so much fresh air,
Then why do you have asthma?
Are you blaming the atmosphere?
'That must be your karma. '

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Dorothy, the country was a dream dipped in dilemma
Dissolved, cremated, landscapes all disoriented
Dreading the dear days, drowned in the cinema
Drenched but dried, deeply desired but dented



Stardust, are you sleeping?
Do you have some time?
No, it's not important...
Your pretty eyes sparkle when the new year starts
They shimmer lights of life into lifeless hearts
For pretty days. Things may have changed,
We've lost a lot, but a lot more we've gained
If it ends, you slept well balanced
If you wake up, then don't let it end
If not me.
I wish you a kinder sea.

Dorothy's Challenge
@greatmystric


And the timepieces I wear feel false
But I know I'll fix the time for sure,
Well, could you wait till the snow falls?
Is it hard to keep hope, you demure?