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Dare to lift your head
open your eyes to see how
all clocks melt slowly
Message to myself and anyone who needs it. any task or hobby needs time, don't let the perfectionism/procrastination ruin the hours
I made this pink cage
painted all bars gentle and
locked myself away
I need to catch up on life before losing myself fully
tell me, when it's here:
will they pray at church's rear,
or flee to what feels safe—
the things that consume us gracefully?

i'm sure he's been waiting patiently.
for what has a God to lose,
when his creations, full of *****,
create and copy easily?

yet he won't strike with fire,
nor challenge rising blasphemy.

let all roam with desire,
since God has nothing to lose.
i'm growing up in a religious household, and i'm intrigued by my parents' perspective on Artificial intelligence, and all the wars going on. They assume it's all part of a huge holy war. even though i doubt God's existence heavily, i like to think of him as someone who is tired of all our *******. Especially in times like this.
Why do I still dance
When even the Devil shrugs
At a waltz with 𝑀𝑒
It's been a while
Lukas Buijs Mar 15
I flee to the hill's quiet peak,
Gaze down where the depths unfold,
Knowing they could swallow me whole.

That knowing steadies my breath-
A whispered pact with the abyss,
A fragile claim to control.
whenever i feel like i've lost control, this is the way i redeem it
Lukas Buijs Mar 10
Ecstatic memories have gone blue
Clouded fragments pierce through
what is left of our love

is it gone...?

one look into her eyes
blinds me to the lies
even if i never had a say
could you stop my clouds from turning grey?

tell me is this really true
for i have found my heart again
i know you're acting, yet i care
for any love that is left.

tell me is this really you
for thunder spread out again
it flooded my brain until it drained
any love that was left
inspired by "I'd Rather Pretend" by Bryant Barnes
Lukas Buijs Mar 9
Turn deep blue’s bright yellow
Shape shift them like Jell-O
No more Mellow Mondays
With my Circular Fellows

Squares playing the Cello
Dimensions Wave Hello
New Motions with New Haze
Make my heart Bellow

No more Paydays,
No more Maydays,
I spend my Haydays–
Kaleidoscoping!

Let’s have a play-date,
So we can Cre-ate,
Galactic Colours and Shapes–
Kaleidoscoping.
#Poem?
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