Kyle Fisher
Kyle Fisher
2 days ago

Skewed, and Angled.
Perception of time seems so vulnerable, at least able to be captured.. mangled.
Away it flies, yet draws closer by the second; quilted with its own set of rules and manners.. entangled.. in itself.
The ultimate healer, but kills all, besides itself, "In time." Dividing a fine line between happiness and misery..
Above rides the wind, and below, the waves.
Neither can go back, or skip ahead.

#poem   #future   #time   #change   #poems   #think   #prose   #fade   #heal   #scheme  
Sienna Luna
Sienna Luna
18 hours ago

there is this pithless entity

circling round my gut

waxing and waning

folding in infinite measures

like stiff cloth finding creases

that fit

and I caress this part

inside which has no fold

or definite pattern

but there is this power

and it increases as the light

of lesser days burn into night

brightly devouring

all lesser fabrications

willing them to speak

in hushed whispers

bathed by blackness

completely surrounded am I

a vagrant soul departed

yearning for this star of gasses

to not combust but

slowly awaken

and you spark that within me

heavy and unaware

a messy cloth of vibrance

washed and wrung and folded gently

with shaking hands and thumping breath

the atmosphere surrounding

all that is real

enveloping my body as it speaks

of glorious wonders

operating deep

within the cosmos

where air is sealed tight

like a vacuum and

I can't help but breathe in

even though

I know

I'll suffocate

#love   #galaxy   #change   #cosmos   #surreal   #infinity   #unreal   #cloth   #sci-fi  
Mane Omsy
Mane Omsy
21 hours ago

With all the branches bowing down
By the weight she had, the fruits and leaves
The evening rays rubbed them, so colorful
A few fell down, flew down with the breeze
It was a funeral, every sight at once
No one noticed, a new born, an old fell

Everyone had their heads bowed down
A long story ended, another book published
To mother nature, God will evaluate him
Must have filled with adventures, mercy or crime
I believe, you've taught your children good
They are grieving, picking up a hand full of mud

In the midst of rituals, a host of sparrows
Flew above us, chirping, far away
Yes, here, I witness
Today, tomorrow or someday
I'll doom into your body, six feet under

Remember you'll die too
#love   #peace   #death   #nature   #change   #doom   #view   #soon   #learn  
1 day ago

I know it doesn't mean I'm crazy

Although, at times I have called myself insane

I know it just means that I feel things more deeply than most people

My emotions are magnified and I'd like to stop running away

Ines Rose
Ines Rose
1 day ago

I knew how to write in Korean
Then, before I knew it,
I almost forgot

I knew how to laugh at your jokes
Then, before I knew it,
The joke was on me

I knew how to give you my love
Then, before I knew it,
That knowledge was lost

(Spur of the moment)
#love   #life   #past   #change   #culture   #identity   #blackness   #joke   #awakening   #woke  
1 day ago

look into each other's eyes and count the galaxies in them. then remember that the universe constantly changes, and so do you.

#love   #change  
2 days ago

all this time
i blamed myself
for being
when you thought
i should be
because it went better
with my eyes

now i am
a shade of
blue -

neither my
original self
what you want

and blue is the color
of depression.

3 days ago

So Hesiod looked around on an ancient Grecian day
He looked at all the rowdy youth doung things their way
With their sundials and writing
And their chariots like lightning
He concluded that youth were going the wrong way

"I see no hope for the future of our people if they are dependent on the frivolous youth of today, for certainly all youth are reckless beyond words. When I was a boy, we were taught to be discrete and respectful of elders, but the present youth are exceedingly wise and impatient of restraint."- Hesiod
Damian Murphy
Damian Murphy
3 days ago

Know how to adapt to change or...
To success become a stranger.

4 days ago

there are so many questions to be asked.

theories of the universe
prophecies untold
codes hidden
answers bidden

flames of passion consume the artist
enrage the curious
tickle the delirious

the hill in my throat
sinks into valleys

with mustard grass that flows
prairie currents rippling through the peace
swooning deep and wide into the canyons

a diamond has many cuts and edges
facets cannot possibly describe you

my darling

meticulously ignorant

how do I help a man,
drowning in superficiality?

would not I rather
let the ocean lick him
the fires prick him
the truth consume him

a rather passive existence
its all generic, like tissue paper

and my hope an eagle
perched on the branch of the universe

its all spontaneous.

#hope   #change   #depth   #lifestyle  
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