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Source channel @PensivePost · Post #5708 · May 4

What is the most shocking advertisement you have seen? #review

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@PensivePost · Post #5739 · 05/19/2022, 01:41 PM

#review#poetry#loftymuse Goodnight Goodnight chickens Goodnight numbers I'll count you all again In the morning And if it was any wonder of yours It was mine too Still I chose to slumber To find my rest No pillow No breast Only solitude to console me And so And so again I would go A far away place Not in space Or time Though it helps To be alone Like the ones who So desperately crave To be alone But first To find someone To be alone with This search that drives So many around the bend It must be like the Truth To know anything at all You must begin by forgetting Everything So everything can find you In the End

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@PensivePost · Post #5729 · 05/19/2022, 01:39 PM

Sailing the craft This car drafts fast and drifts faster It's okay when it's not even anything More or less It's just a tricky test So the car turns into a ship Sailing the pavement Grooving through the cracks Never stepped on It's just the stress of the winds Tearing the sails But the storm coming before beckons It reckons and shoots lightning Into the sea This hail is sharp & dulls sailing pulls It's rough today says a capital captain The caption needed is heeded full The crew knows what to do and pull The rope tight and lift the canvas The wind blows harder still What a treasure they seek to fill Passing it every wave that crest best The stow aways all play poker below It's all part of this ships glow and flow The water rises The drought despises It's own reproduction and reprisals The rain pours thick The sails are proofed not to let it stick To the end of the world they sail sick The cap and his tin hat capable Able and stable the wood in the iron The storm is coming The stork is coming The doom and fork are forming Boring into the knots of the mirror The package untold left at the pier Looking back the crew stews This captured captain has the blues Reaching for the map It's been left at the coldest cap The fat cats at home lap the gaps Don't frett screams the sail or The sea men all look away To the sky turning dark Dire fire in the sky above looks stark A smirk and smile This is the hour Crew starts to cower with their foes Alas the horizon further glows The strongest gust approaches A storm only gives this ship More power to love the sea By carving through it not to flee The sails demand wind when To move ahead and past sin Just as hot air balloons devour wind #review#jmhs#poetry

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@PensivePost · Post #5674 · 03/30/2022, 04:09 PM

#review#passionada#poetry Game Over Nothing lasts forever If memory serves correct Memories of what happened I finally forget The details won’t really matter There’s nothing to correct Holding rules of a cruel Game over me Game over you Well it’s done And there’s nothing left to be won No moves to be made all dragons are slain And a new day calls for omissions

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@PensivePost · Post #5586 · 01/06/2022, 04:07 AM

Hello there all. Good morning. I'm a student and I write sometimes. This is something that I just wrote and share here. Please give your reviews on it. Title: Fate I chose to be burn in hell I chose to swim the ocean I chose the pain. All that I chose. I can't blame thou for my suffering, You are the reason tho. I can't play with thou, You played tho. I chose you over entire world. I chose death. Accepted it. As it is. Now all I hope is to wait till the last day. A day when I'll reach the bottom of the ocean. A day when you will no longer be able to see me. A day when I'm suffering will end. A day I'll meet my master in hell. But the only regret I will have there is, You will not be there. Because I accept that fate, So you can live and enjoy. #review #poetry #prashant

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@PensivePost · Post #5519 · 11/22/2021, 01:30 PM

#review#Coy#poetry the unbridled love of child snuffed without a care robbed from the cradle of my lost heart on the cusps of my awakening to a world that had rules for the weak and the broken to keep them in line and out of sight lest to remind the strong of their slips the mistakes they gloss over with smiles and all the sweet things i am denied in a world indifferent to all that happens i am left to fend for myself defend again things that only i know off things that even my sire knows not off forced to fight monstrosities veiled in the light of day dancing to my screams as i lose battle after battle to them and each time stripped of a little more of my being till i am nothing till i become a shell a veil for them to wear in the daylight to taunt and deceive all who think them defeated lost on the ancient battlefields sown with their blood and covered with the blossom of false victories the very place to be watered again with the blood of the strong in the shadows of even stronger ones till the cycle begins anew in perpetuity for always and forever

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@PensivePost · Post #5457 · 10/07/2021, 07:04 AM

#poetry#le#review Take my hands, and read the pride. Down crooked lines, where love has lied. Where fall is far, where flaw is fair. Where love is flawed, you'll find me there.

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@PensivePost · Post #5416 · 09/23/2021, 05:55 PM

Imperfections In the deep woods Mortal wounds buried, The lies that hold us Together in... Our imperfections Have become Our enemy For life. #rkalimi #review #poetry

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@PensivePost · Post #5398 · 09/16/2021, 06:41 PM

Withering soul Little by little she dies everyday Demons everywhere she's losing her sight Pain has reached her bones Breathing freely is a luxury now she resists but she knows she is a withering soul she is screaming but can anyone hear her? The world's gone deaf All eyes are shut, no one sees what's right in front of them She is not the only one She won't be the last one Time is a flat circle, Nietzsche said Once upon a time humans came into this world, cursed to repeat their doings time and time and time again Fading souls don't await the eternal rest There is no rest, there is no end to their agony Trapped they are, born prisoners Freedom was never a dream only an illusion #review #modern#poetry

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@PensivePost · Post #5389 · 09/02/2021, 10:35 AM

She = He, an equation still not accepted, She is dependent, powerless, and incapable still suspected. Her ideas are openly mocked but silently noted, Her hard work and sacrifices remain unquoted. She is not allowed to raise her voice, Sitting still and silent, she is left with no choice. She must be perfect from head to toe, She rejected you. How dare she?! Label her a hoe! ‘Equal’ in “Equality” and ‘Free’ in “Freedom”, It’s no rocket science to understand these two words unless you are dumb!! Let her take a stand, And if she is struggling lend her a helping hand! She also has a life and will not always be available, So instead of making her feel guilty, make her comfortable. Homemaking together with job undertaking, she can be a multitasker, Trust her, care for her ask her! Ability and Success does not come with a particular gender, If you want to shine you will have to be a worthy contender. You cannot undermine her just because you are strong, Men>Women or Women<Men, both the equations are wrong. #review #aj #poetry

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@PensivePost · Post #5388 · 09/02/2021, 05:14 AM

CLICKS Times pass and people separate, But memories remain forever.... It feels a lie when people say technical evolution took us apart, For these heartfelt clicks helps to relive the warmth of heart, Which otherwise seems lost in intricate web of thoughts, Everyone becomes rigid with experiences, It is these clicks which help to feel the fluidity of life again.... #sankalp #poetry #review

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@PensivePost · Post #5383 · 08/27/2021, 10:49 AM

the bearing braced walls shuddered, shattered, shredded not completely though there are yet seeds to be sowed in the heavenly abode drop by drop, soon in rivers, chaotic blood flowed from the structure's doors that now shut open rivers in abandoned arbitrary flow drop by drop, it stopped too Bloooooooddddd not the sparkling red glitters but just the no r m a l endometrium maybe crimson paint spilled on the canvas but more b e a u t i f u l n beyond this structure, not only has walls but there's this boss lady who makes all the calls from the entry to exists carrying on the proceedings she comes once a month to collect what is solely hers upon not getting what she deserves she ends up creating a bloody mess & chaos she is no harm, she means no harm she is just here to calm you through the storms she wants you to believe her, promising that flowers will too bloom, pls hold on till spring I have tried to metaphor "menstruation" here, stating the uterus as a kind of structure where there is lady (ovum) who takes all the decisions. But I am really not sure if I succeeded. Also I wanted to add a paragraph about how this structure will be a (king)dom or a fort(ress). I also wanted to convey more how it is beautiful n symbolic to life & not focus on society's prohibitions & perspectives Please review this for me, and lemme know if it makes sense. Thank You :) #sxm#review#poetry

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@PensivePost · Post #5343 · 07/05/2021, 07:40 AM

Delightfully dark is my day Filled with a sinister sound At night conveys my dismay Something exquisite and profound Taste of eeriness and despair Somehow stimulates my mind Absence of these in the air Renders me mute somewhat blind Letting the sunflower bloom Hope keeps me really close Fragrance exists in gloom Like an evening primrose Sunshine while guiding my way Nurtures the chaos around At night conveys my dismay Something exquisite and profound #am #review #poetry

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