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Sora 3h
He seems to have two spirits
I don't know
What it is
But it feels
Like ones gone
and another
is running the show
one in the past
another in the present
one for passion
another for life...
I've always felt that there's something more to this man than what meets the eye. There's a secret nobody knows...
I'm not sure if its just me.....
  21h Sora
Nobody
it's a small world
one that we torture
one that we ******
one that we ruin

it's a small world
one that we contaminate
one that we pollute
one that we steal from

it's a small world
one that we never give back to
because now,
it is too late
sorry, earth
another poem about earth, just like my fist one :D
Sora 1d
I live on the boat that smiles
It sails on the waves that laugh
The sun shines down from the sulking clouds
The water glitters with the distant past
Another dream
Sora 3d
Human

Human
please let it be human

I can hear it whispering
saying my name

I can feel the goosebumps
as they tighten my skin

It's breath
So cold
It could freeze
the warmth of any soul

"Do you love me?"

My heart twisted in my chest
blood rushed to my cheeks

"No."

My vision began to fade
I could feel its icy grip
around my neck
burning
"I never did, and I never will."
A dream.
Sora 4d
I see the joy
sparkling in his eyes

Like a kid
in a mans body

Wise
yet still playful

Grounded
Meticulous

His presence
is comforting
powerful

I see the age in his face
like the surface of the earth
worn
but not exhausted
Kinda short but oh well 😁 This is about one of my favorite artists so enjoy. If you know, you know.
Sora 5d
Tears
Tears falling
Down
Down
Staining my cheeks

Love
My love
I need you

near
near me
to hear me
say I love you

Far too much time has passed
since the colors of your eyes
have embraced mine

Too long
Since the song of your voice
has enchanted my ears

Since your arms
have warmed my
withering soul

Love
My love
when will I see you again

I need you near

near me
to hear me say
I love you

My love
when will I
hold you again

I need you near me
to heal me
to fill the lonely holes I've made

My world is silent
empty
I'm anxious

Afraid

Love
My love
when will I see you again

I need you near
near me
to hear me say
I love you

I need you near
near me
to hear you say

I love you too.
Sora Nov 12
You compel yourself to rise at the break of dawn,
yearning for a day
wrought with promise,
aspiring to evolve
into a finer version of yourself.
After a few gentle reassurances,
you become acutely aware of an amiable
yet slightly alien sensation—Happiness.
You relish this ephemeral joy,
cognizant of its fleeting nature.
However,
the instant you pass through
those well-trodden portals,
you seamlessly metamorphose into that polished,
ostentatious facade
that society demands.
You squander invaluable energy upon others,
along with your dwindling patience.
At day’s end, you find yourself utterly spent,
clutching the scant remnants of vitality
you valiantly preserved.
As you extinguish the lights,
you descend into a vast abyss of darkness,
relishing fleeting tranquility,
only to swiftly confront the bitter truth
of your exhaustion—
exhausted
from being fractured,
deceived,
belittled,
and loathed;
wearied of existence itself.
Gradually,
you retreat into the recesses of your mind
where you have lingered endlessly,
surveying the dimly lit room
as each object
dissolves into nothing more than shadows.
Then, silence envelops the world,
Poised
for your next act.
The solitary sound that emerges
is not of this earthly realm;
it is a voice—
one that might be deemed
Otherworldly,
insidious,
ghostly,
and extraordinarily compelling,
twisting tender words of comfort
into nefarious fabrications
aimed at your undoing,
and yet you embrace them,
soon feeling the anguish
of fresh wounds
as the warm crimson rivulets trace your skin.
Your body, finally ceasing its tremors from indignation,
becomes inundated with remorse.
You adorn yourself in fabric to conceal your suffering,
and with every sharp sting that the cloth inflicts,
you reproach yourself for your capitulation.
Your eyes brim with tears
that your weakened spirit cannot shed,
as you ensconce yourself within your sheets,
ensnared in the turmoil
of overthought and
relentless regret.
You surrender to slumber,
devoid of dreams or visions,
merely enveloped in whispering darkness—
another fleeting experience you cherish,
knowing you shall awaken anew,
resurrected with courage,
fully aware that this cycle
shall perpetuate with
relentless,
cold efficiency,
ad infinitum.
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