Dan-Lancaster - Hello Poetry

The truth is nothing. You just lie down, and let the waves wash over you, until it fades, and you miss the waves that slowly drown you, and the truth they always bring. You return to it, eventually. Or it returns to you. A dreadful thing to behold, that nothing works. To be forcefully ejected from everything to the shores. To witness as an outsider the truth of how everything ticks. The patient, methodical turning of time, and how it goes unaffected in your absence. Will you suffer so that others will not? The question rings. You will suffer, and so will everybody else. It washes over you, and all you can do is lay down. You want to weep, because nothing ever works. But it fades, as everything always will. A motion with the tide.

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Dec 28, 2019

Dec 28, 2019 at 6:40 PM UTC

Dan-Lancaster

Truth

The truth is nothing. You just lie down, and let the waves wash over you, until it fades, and you miss the waves that slowly drown you, and the truth they always bring. You return to it, eventually. Or it returns to you. A dreadful thing to behold, that nothing works. To be forcefully ejected from everything to the shores. To witness as an outsider the truth of how everything ticks. The patient, methodical turning of time, and how it goes unaffected in your absence. Will you suffer so that others will not? The question rings. You will suffer, and so will everybody else. It washes over you, and all you can do is lay down. You want to weep, because nothing ever works. But it fades, as everything always will. A motion with the tide.

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Skidding down the cliff, grasping for a hold, cutting and scraping and trembling. You want to kick off, to fall and be done with it. But you will remain, frantically clawing at the edge as it rushes past, always and forever. This cliff will last as long as you do. You will get no relief. But will you suffer so that others will not? The question rings. You will suffer, and so will everybody else. You will carry on falling, but never quickly.

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Dec 28, 2019

Dec 28, 2019 at 6:39 PM UTC

Dan-Lancaster

Madness

Skidding down the cliff, grasping for a hold, cutting and scraping and trembling. You want to kick off, to fall and be done with it. But you will remain, frantically clawing at the edge as it rushes past, always and forever. This cliff will last as long as you do. You will get no relief. But will you suffer so that others will not? The question rings. You will suffer, and so will everybody else. You will carry on falling, but never quickly.

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So tired, all the time. So little matters. So little is worth expending energy on. You don't wish to die, or to be happy, you're just tired. Tired of so much. You haven't relaxed in years, or gotten relief. There's always more to do, so much on the horizon. Nothing satisfies you, nothing fills the void. Never stability, never simplicity, always tired. But will you suffer so that others will not? The question rings. You will suffer, and so will everybody else. No rest for the wicked.

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Dec 28, 2019

Dec 28, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC

Dan-Lancaster

Tiredness

So tired, all the time. So little matters. So little is worth expending energy on. You don't wish to die, or to be happy, you're just tired. Tired of so much. You haven't relaxed in years, or gotten relief. There's always more to do, so much on the horizon. Nothing satisfies you, nothing fills the void. Never stability, never simplicity, always tired. But will you suffer so that others will not? The question rings. You will suffer, and so will everybody else. No rest for the wicked.

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I try to hang onto her smell Musky, cool, sweet Like dew on the ground. I try to see her face Her smile, so fragile Her eyes, so bright I only see ghosts, smell air, And she is left in my mind Disintegrating and fading Incomplete Dying her second death

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Sep 26, 2017

Sep 26, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC

Dan-Lancaster

Memory, the betrayer

I try to hang onto her smell Musky, cool, sweet Like dew on the ground. I try to see her face Her smile, so fragile Her eyes, so bright I only see ghosts, smell air, And she is left in my mind Disintegrating and fading Incomplete Dying her second death

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We're floating Flying Falling You're a breath As I rise from the water I'm a lifeline As you sink in the sea What would my world be If it weren't also yours?

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Sep 16, 2017

Sep 16, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC

Dan-Lancaster

perfect

We're floating Flying Falling You're a breath As I rise from the water I'm a lifeline As you sink in the sea What would my world be If it weren't also yours?

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This endless social mass Is slowly killing me Be my lifeline, I beg of you Be my love.

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Jul 30, 2017

Jul 30, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC