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jünø Apr 2019
lines on a page
drawn
between us

life like a cage
refuses
to free us

lines form a maze
trying
to break us

life like waves
crashing
against us

but life is a number
two

me/you

we/us
love/lust
should/must
friends/trust

lines/us
we are creations of our creations.
doesn't mean we can't be original.
jünø Mar 2019
the tree sways; shivers.
moving in time with the breeze,
it blends earth and sky.
jünø Mar 2019
the lone wolf howls at the moon
but his song is too soon
and too late in the night
to take flight
on the wings of the midnight owl.

pawprints in the snow,
he already knows
that his time has come:
he's on the run,
running from himself
and from the darkness of the night.

wind in the air,
he's caught unaware
of his breath, how it flows and slows.
now he finally knows
that tonight will be the end.

perched high in a tree,
the midnight owl can see the lone wolf start to wane.
she sees the wolf's pain,
sees him fall into the snow,
sees his spirit go
into the arms of the night.

far away on a hill
a wolf pack stands still.
they feel the night get colder,
feel the dark get older,
and watch as the moon
takes her child back.

the lone wolf is at peace.
the moon wanes.
the night is still.
the midnight owl watches on.
jünø Mar 2019
alone in my room,
i search myself for comfort.
i can't find my heart
jünø Feb 2019
so lost in a crowd
i can't even see myself
or hear myself
or be myself.

i have ceased to be
myself.

i am
anonymous

anonymous to the human race
who tried to swallow me
envelop me
take me down into the darkness.

anonymous to the anonymous
who are so engrossed
in being anonymous
that they don't notice
my anonymity.

anonymous to myself,
no longer truly me
but anonymous.

without form
without figure.

without identity.

without anything
without nothing.

and since anonymous is a something
and a nothing,
then i'm not anonymous.

i'm
written by anonymous
jünø Feb 2019
a flower in bloom
it calls me, whispers my name
as its petals fall
jünø Feb 2019
isn't it ironic that
we're all hu
man?

who
man?

where
man?

what
man?

why is
man
a man,
not just a human?

why is
human
a man, not a
woman?

wo
man

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