Goblin
49
Jun 08, 2025
There is a holiness in becoming - the smell of salt, sun ripened skin; the urgency of first touch, grief that is swallowed as the sun rises, dawn - an emerging - we finally begin.
@storm_writing
@Alex Sancha
@Lagom
Goblin
49
Jun 07, 2025
Optimism, when applied to your life, develops strength and peace within you.
@csted 
Goblin
113
Jun 7, 2025
I have been burning in this fire for so long , that what remains is... ...not the desire to get you.. ...not the fuss to reach you anymore... ...not the possessiveness even... But... Lots of questions that I need answers ... Lots of pain..that I wanted to share... Lots of complaints that I have from you... Will you be able to hear ? It will be very difficult for you - I swear ~Tarunn
@Tarunn Sewkk
Goblin
192
Jun 07, 2025
Glow Anyway They mistook my softness for surrender. Cute. They didn’t know I’d been quiet because I was listening. Didn’t know I’d been soft because I was choosing. Didn’t know I didn’t break, I just bent so far I became the wind. I don’t need to shout. I show up. I glow. And that’s more than most ever do. They thought I was soft. I am. And I will wreck you with this softness. #GlowAnyway #WatchMeNow
@Averyn
Goblin
112
Jun 07, 2025
I enjoy being as lazy as a cow in a field Lying down on the green grass watching life Slowly drift on by like fluffy white clouds That floats up in the sky and way over my head I'm left wondering what it's all about People never take the time to appreciate What goes on around them Missing out on the simple and the beauty This old world still has to offer The twinkle had never left her eyes Many live life serving in the fast lane While I float and cruise along on a lazy river As the winds of time gently pushes me I know my smile will forever be Knowing I'm awake and completely free
@John Blyth
Goblin
101
Jun 7, 2025
Sunday Walks. I remember your little hand nestled in mine as we went on our Sunday walks, a feeling of completeness as we passed by other folks, a quiet moment for you and me as we strolled down to the shops, dropping in to buy some lunch so simple yet hard to top, a little ritual when you were young that is dear to my heart, I remember your hand nestled in mine, and that feeling as we'd depart. © The Ordinary Poet
@The Ordinary Poet
Goblin
117
jun 6, 2025
Lim\u00f3n, Bata\u00e1n, Costa Rica
Se sentía abatida, embaucada, herida ¡Y sonreía! Mas no para sí misma, necesitaba disfrazar las penas que le cubrían el rostro. Rara vez frente al espejo pasaba, odiaba esos episodios de verdad e ignominia y, aún así, más continuos los encuentros eran. Colmada su paciencia, aquel espejo romper a golpes con la frente decidió y, en cada trozo, la imagen que no deseaba ver más, con horror y desespero continuaba observando. Su frente se estrelló por enésima vez, hasta que tibios hilos de sangre sus ojos anegaron y, cegada, continuó su camino esbozando una sonrisa, mientras una insólita dicha sus adentros embargaba.
@David Taborda
Goblin
139
jun 6, 2025
Lim\u00f3n, Bata\u00e1n, Costa Rica
Sobre una cabeza derrama sus aguas de señales una cascada, tan claras como profusas golpean su cráneo con fuerza. Intenta resistir el martillar de su mensaje y le sostiene aquel hilo de esperanza que teje un corazón enamorado, en su lastimosa procura de ignorar aquella gris masa que la verdad ya sabe. Ésa que constante remacha contra su carcasa, la que no desea admitir, por no herir un estúpido cofre de sentimientos que ser pisoteado parece disfrutar.
Goblin
135
Jun 06, 2025
Paris, \u00cele-de-France, France
Pleasure is our together. Love is our better. Musist is our forever.
@drew
Goblin
437
Jun 06, 2025
Wind chimes Wind chimes rattling in the wind, playing their own kind of tune Clattering of the bells ringing against the metal grate as the wind whips through them Trees bending in the wind, void of their foliage and green moving to their own kind of rhythm Snow lightly falling and blowing around like cotton candy strands before gently nesting on the ground or other surfaces It is the coming of winter and the start of the a new cycle in the weather for the year Cold easing its way into homes, bodies and open spaces replacing the warm heat of the summer with a new found friend Temperatures dropping outside like flies bringing a frigid feel to the day and evening Nighttime chills and darkness befall the city as it gets ready to put its nightcap on for the sleep that is slowly coming
@brmaxwellGoblin
180
Jun 06, 2025
To the one holding it all in… You don’t need permission to be you. But in case you forgot here it is anyway. Musist is where you… Feel it all. Cry deep. Laugh loud. Stand soft. You are not too much. You are just right now. And that is sacred. #YouAreAllowed ✨ #LightMeUp #RealGlow #SoftPower
@Musist
@Stace 
Goblin
137
Jun 06, 2025
London, England, United Kingdom
I feel it Shattered blade in my skin Blood pouring Pavement turned red What’s happening Shock escapes I feel my body breaking My hands shaking Fall to the ground No one found I lay here alone Bleeding…. Needing London is chaotic No blue lights….. no sirens Just me another statistic I see my life flash before me Pain wrapped round me The glare of light from the blade Knife crime on the rise I see my mothers face As the news breaks I see the tears fall I feel the embers of life break I’m leaving now Light turning to darkness I’m scared Passers by see me My face worn by shock Clutching a strangers hand As I ebb away Lost to the madness I can hear the footsteps Of the youth Who killed me His face a crescent of madness The anger in his eyes Unchained by emotion My thoughts are wailing Realising I will become past tense My heart will no longer beat I will no longer share love I’ll just be a memory dancing in the dark Feel the final spark As my heartbeat ripples Body breaking down Life is a fragile thing Eyes close…. Pain fades
@reluctant_poet
Goblin
159
Jun 06, 2025
Cool Longing for the cool It is the beginning of summer Yet the heat keeps coming Like an unwelcome visitor That has overstayed I am yearning for the feel Of cool crisp air Cleansing breezes against my face Clear skies I am missing the scents of fall My body and spirit tire from the heat I am longing for the cool Crisp, fresh air The need for a blanket or sweater I am longing for the cool
Goblin
123
Jun 6, 2025
If We Dream. If we dream of tomorrow will it be, can we see hope in another day, what is this future that we will see. You and I find time to set ourselves free, each moment that passed would see us at play, if we dream of tomorrow will it be. Hope is all and it is hopes decree that in singular moments we cannot stay, what is the future we will see. We gather together in anonymity and with our pointed thoughts we will pay, if we dream of tomorrow will it be. Born alone yet we find in unity a chance to decide what we will say, what is the future we will see. To take hold of our lives is at heart the key and not to let it peter away, if we dream of tomorrow will it be, what is the future we will see. © The Ordinary Poet
Goblin
143
Jun 05, 2025
Surround yourself only with people who are going to take you higher.
Goblin
163
Jun 05, 2025
Tamarindo, Guanacaste, Costa Rica
Chill Just sway in the breeze
Goblin
588
Jun 5, 2025
Dayang Mukh, India, IN
Farmers prayed for rain, From the Above pouring started what's wrong with you Lord?
Goblin
435
Jun 05, 2025
I gasp at a shocking arrival that you have finally reached! I can see that my heart no longer need be impeached. We are so glad that you finally have made it here. Perhaps, that will now fill your heart with good cheer. There is much to be said about having a grateful heart in times like this. It makes us more aware every time the universe blows us a kiss! -Kate Norback Featuring: My sweet Emme! 🐩
@Kate
@Rebebe
Goblin
225
Jun 05, 2025
Grumolo delle Abbadesse, Veneto, Ita
There was a time when my one path showed no end. But I only saw the singular. As I tirelessly traveled over the years, other paths became surprisingly closer and quietly inviting, equally infinite and unknown. I learned that I could travel more paths than assumed before. Each path I added ran in parallel. The anchoring horizon called me to just move forward, each day, to attempt the adventure of the advance, and to embrace the subtle, succulent and sublime delight of struggling happy. My transformation grew geometrically and spiritually simultaneously. I became a Musist.
Goblin
8886
Jun 5, 2025
She drops in like bolt from the blue with a grinning face. She probes details that don't concern her. She tries her best to hoodwink me. She walks away with a grimly face. #ThatWomanAtWork
@God_child
Goblin
169
Jun 05, 2025
Reach At a time of strife It’s important to reach Lift one’s self up Higher and higher Strive forward Not backwards Following your dreams Don’t give up Try for the moon Or better yet The stars With true belief Anything is possible Light always wins Against darkness Miracles happen Every day Look around Just believe
Goblin
162
Jun 05, 2025
Dream Dreams are what we make From the ideas, wants and desires From our minds and spirits We can take them into reality At anytime It just requires will, persistence And faith If you believe Especially in yourself You can do anything At anytime, anywhere Dream big Watch it grow Into your reality We are each an artist Creating our own worlds Be a dream maker
Goblin
264
Jun 5, 2025
Bengaluru, India, IN
Champions!!! We are the Champions 17 years of Wait, 17 years of Heartbroken, 17 years of Faith, 17 years of Hardwork, 17 years of Pain, 17 years of Struggle, It's all over now, the wait is over we are the champion we can see Trophy holding our hand. Finally,Finally, Finally we can say now she is home and the chant will remain forever. RRRRRRRRCCCCCCCCCBBBBBBBB....
Goblin
162
Jun 5, 2025
Disconnect. I live in a time were everything is out there, just a click away, a phrase away, maybe even a thought away and yet I've never felt more disconnected. I grew up in simpler times, nothing a click away, no phrase could direct and a thought was just that and I felt connected. Everything and nothing, nothing and everything. © The Ordinary Poet
Goblin
134
Jun 05, 2025
Greater Noida, Uttar Pradesh, India
This velvety pink skin burns like the desert’s sand, Let’s become clouds and rain upon each other. Let’s love until the flames turn to ash, Even God would yearn for a sight like this…!
@Aravind Kumar
Goblin
262
Jun 04, 2025
Spinning stories of an ancient thread Evergreens dancing wildly in my head Dreaming of places they far from me kept Held me down but couldn’t keep me fed So I sang to the wind with a voice made of light Traced back the path through the bones of the night Carried my name through the fire and rain And found that the stars had remembered my name My heart was a lantern I followed its glow Past rivers that wept what I needed to know Not all who run are lost in their flight Some of us run to remember our light
Goblin
169
Jun 04, 2025
There was a version of me that always waited. Waited to be picked. Waited to be told I was worthy. Waited for the door to open, before I even dared to knock. But something in me shifted. Maybe it was the ache that wouldn’t go away. Maybe it was the garden that kept blooming even when I wasn’t looking. Maybe it was the way his eyes saw me before I saw myself. All I know is one day, I stopped asking for permission. I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t force the light. I just stood exactly as I was… and let the fire speak for me. That moment didn’t change the world. But it changed me. And that’s where the real revolution began.
Goblin
157
Jun 4, 2025
Navi Mumbai, India, IN
Ink spills across the page, a dance of words Each stroke a story waiting to be heard The paper, patient, holds the weight of thought A canvas for the dreams that we have sought With pen in hand, we weave a tapestry Of love and loss, of joy and mystery The blank page beckons, a world to create A sanctuary for our minds to contemplate So let us write, let our voices ring true On this paper, our dreams take flight anew For in these words, we find our hearts revealed A testament to all that we have healed.
@Nil
Goblin
147
Jun 04, 2025
Tamarindo, Guanacaste, Costa Rica
Trust your body Know when to rest
Goblin
126
Jun 04, 2025
Fork in the road You are standing tall like a warrior in the desert There is a path with two directions One to the left One to the right Each will take you on a different direction in your life But, the choice is hard So much to ponder and think about So, you just stand at the fork, not knowing which to choose The air is clear and the sky is blue There is no noise to be heard for miles around Then a wind picks up from nowhere and erases one path Leaving only one for you to take, towards the light ahead
Goblin
163
Jun 4, 2025
To Look Upon Oneself. Sometimes I question my worth, weigh my thoughts and actions. The scales often disapprove and I fall. Life reflects like a mirror when you look too closely. © The Ordinary Poet
Goblin
405
Jun 03, 2025
Mistakes that I’ve made have hit me to the quick. Trying to do my best but- It doesn’t always stick. Backpedaling now and watching my p’s and q’s- Hoping for the best but- I’ve got nothing to lose. -Kate Norback
Goblin
954
Jun 4, 2025
Dayang Mukh, India, IN
Beautiful vistas Left and right side heroines A crow shat upon!
Goblin
182
Jun 03, 2025
Westerly, RI, United States
Social scrolling is for trolling and bowling.
Music is the afterthought.
Musist is for transforming and creating.
Music is the thought come to life.
Muse on.
@Shaheer Farhan
Goblin
226
jun 3, 2025
La caja en el fondo del corazón Hoy te volví a recordar, no solo a vos, sino a toda esa historia que juré enterrar bajo el tiempo. Pero no la enterré… la guardé. La encerré en una caja, bien al fondo, donde ni la luz del sol se atreve a entrar. Es ahí donde voy, cuando el alma me tiembla y necesito palabras. Ahí escribo. Ahí sangro en versos. A veces me pregunto si soy una mala persona por volver a tus recuerdos como quien vuelve a un crimen. Porque cada vez que abro esa caja, salta un puñado de cuchillos que saben exactamente dónde herir. Cierro los ojos y no veo oscuridad, veo heridas. Y me duele. Pero más me duele la idea de olvidarte. De que un día no me duela nada. Porque si no hay dolor, ¿dónde quedó lo que sentimos? No me inspira la herida, me inspira lo que amé. Y aunque duela, prefiero escribir con el corazón roto que vivir con el corazón vacío.
@Garbett89
Goblin
239
Jun 03, 2025
The Path to the Light We all have a choice Each and every day Which path to take One towards the light Or the darkness Whichever we take Determines the energy Of the day The light lifts us up Inspires Brings good energy Hope, possibilities Whereas the other Only brings negativity Despair and sadness So at this time Of light and hope Lets walk down the path To light and hope By doing this We help to light up the world Believe
Goblin
200
Jun 3, 2025
A Conversation Long Overdue. You have missed so much as the years have passed, so many memories that we've amassed without your knowledge without your touch, I miss you daily, I miss you much. I'd love to sit with you today, pass the time, what would you say as I brought you up to speed with all the years where would that lead, I hope that you'd feel proud and say I've watched with love along the way and been there for you when you've needed me I love you son and loves the key. © The Ordinary Poet
