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Why Suicide - Commune Writers

WHY SUICIDE?

Drunk in the openness of evil, Charismatically staggering with this burden, Ladened on my camel-like back, As I move around without no hack, For my spirit is no longer in use, Since the night masquerade has requested its misuse. Left...
My Mother My Dearest - Commune Writers

MY MOTHER, MY DEAREST

Spiked up by nature's freshness Beautiful beyond everyone's imaginations Cute and awesome; my Mother. Tears roll down her eyes at my birth She ties up her wrapper to her girth Singing lullaby's while dancing to its tunes. Her heart skips...
Distorted yet Unbothered - Commune Writers

DISTORTED YET UNBOTHERED

As I walk through the space of life, Storms abound as though a bomb about to explode, Lighting as that of a thunderbolt, With all this, peace is yet what I felt. As I ran through the bustling...
Gold in dirt - Commune Writers

GOLD IN DIRT

Your smile was the brightest of them all, Your dimple gentle embedded in the nest of your cheeks. Your aura as that of a rainbow, Words spoken softly yet swiftly from your tender lips. The gracious height of...
Chess - Commune Writers

CHESS

Life is a game of chess, The pawns are we humans. The king and the queen both fate and death. Your moves determine which will checkmate you in the game of survival. Sometimes, you might not play the...
The Desert - Commune Writers

THE DESERT

When perplexity clouded All in a ground so deserted The complexity it brings troubled It pains and sorrow unwarranted. In silence and state of puzzle Trying hard to double hustle Everything shrouded with shemozzle In irritating sound of bee buzzing. In quest...
One winged eagle - Commune Writers

ONE WINGED EAGLE

I know an Eagle, Elegant with her wings. Her left-wing beautiful, Her right-wing colorful. With her left-wing, In the storm she found comfort. With her right-wing, She dived gloriously with no effort. Her wings were her pride, Both were her delight. But there came...
God of Heist - Commune Writers

GOD OF HEIST

O! Father Theresa Thou had lived To train thy sons The mechanics of charity And the quest for funds. Quite an age Thou kicked the royal bucket To find a sinky bed In the dust of riches. O! Father Theresa Many legs danced At your...
Meditation of the Pain - Commune Writers

MEDITATION ON THE PAIN OF COVID-19

It pierces my soul, yet numbs my body It envelops me, yet it's hard to decipher The torment and scourge of a disease Which becomes a painful experience. It's a pain I didn't seek nor can I discard Creeping...
Rhythms on Attires - Commune Writers

RHYTHMS ON ATTIRES

Meteor of shaky showers Home to flaky flowers Dancing in hell with a maiden A jolly good moment in the den. Framed with shining creativity Rays of continuous relativity Voyage into the insanity of greatness Folklore to the sanity of goodness. Bald...

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