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another human being Jul 2

What are we chasing?
Why are we all running in a marathon—
when there isn't even one?

What are we hoping to reach?
Is there really a finish line?

Tell me,
when was the last time you slowed your pace?
Why not pause—
just for a moment?

Step away from the crowd.
Sit under this shade,
and stop trembling.

There’s nobody watching.
It’s just you… and you.

Now look at your palms.
How long have you been gripping?
So distracted,
you didn’t even notice the bruising.

Look at your feet.
How long have you been running—
stepping over shards,
tripping on rocks,
chasing an invisible line…
while your wounds kept bleeding?

Cover your ears from the noise,
just for once.
Look down.
Close your eyes.

Can you hear it?
It's still beating.

“What took you so long?”
That wasn’t me.
It was your heart,
finally whispering.

Jude dabbour Jul 2

🕊️ Who Am I?

Who am I

but a question

left open at the edge of silence,

a shadow between the stars

and the skin I wear.

I am

the echo of names I outgrew,

the child who buried his voice

beneath books and broken dreams.

I am

the whisper in crowded rooms,

loud only when I'm alone.

A lover of things that dor st -

like poems,like coffee warmth,

like eyes that don't lie.

a story half-written,

fighting to make sense of pages no one else can read.

Not just a body,

not just a name.

I am

the spaces in between,

the fire that still hums under my quiet.

Who am I?

Maybe I'm still becoming.

Maybe I always will be.

Vazago d Vile Jul 2

Lie to Myself

I could speak in soft truths
and sell them as wisdom.
Wrap my wounds in silk,
and call it poetry.

But I was not born
to make comfort.
I was born
to unmask gods.

Every time I withhold the blade,
every time I dress the chaos in calm,
I betray the only thing
that makes me divine:

my truth.

Not telling it
isn’t mercy
it’s cowardice
in philosophy’s robe.

Socrates drank hemlock
for asking too much.
I drink silence
and call it peace.
But it poisons me slower.

Luzifer didn’t fall
he rose
against the tyranny
of unquestioned lies.

And I
I write
not to be saved,
but to remind heaven
it is not immune
to fire.

#truth #rebel #provocativ

Ren Scott Jul 2

Anger

When she was the one who loved me, she asked:

"How can you be some calm?"

Less of a question,
more of an accusation,
as all arguments possess.

I found it interesting.

I'm sure at the time
my answer was melancholy
Sad, even.

In truth, I couldn't answer.
Not properly.
Not in the moment.

The reason is simple.

I think there is something
inherently beautiful
in being a person born
from violence,
rage,
hatred.
Evil.

And through all of that
being someone who
until their last scrap patience
will choose a path of calm,
peaceful,
gentle.
Sadness.

It is easier to be angry
than it is to be sad.

I would rather be sad
than point the anger I bury
at you.

#parents #love #argument #relationship #hate #birth #calm #mood

irinia Jul 2

wonder

slowly the mountains come out of the blue of morning, they regain their face
light bathes them in its milk
I hide in the tall grass like a child
this self expands into the clouds behind the trees
an engulfing joy dissolves words into vowels
everything that exists  is wonder, a forgotten state of matter
time confesses a circle
the circle conjures  an earth so wild
the forest stores its prayers inside moss
the sacred hidden in the most profane  flower
an work of art with unknown author, every atom is colourful
I offer my skin as playground for butterflies
they can feel she's not so different from the skin of the earth
some hours are born by the self of rain
I wonder if the wind feels me
like I feel you in blooming nails

#wonder

Peter Fernandez Jul 2

Blue

It feels like only yesterday,
Like it wasn’t faraway.
I got ******,
No more rubber band on my wrist.

“I’ll be fine”,
Bottom line.
I’ll cope,
No need for a rope.

“I love you”,
But you don’t love me when I’m blue.
When I get sad,
You get mad.

When I get hurt,
You help me with dirt.

But no,
I'll let you make me your foe.
When you get sad,
I’ll become like a dad.

I’m always here for you,
Whether or not you’re blue.
But when you want me to cry,
It makes me want to die.

Darlene K Liles Jul 2

No More Drizzle

The red sign has caught up—
I've decided I've had enough.
The rain is no longer a drizzle;
It's soaking me, leaving me brittle.

I've tried to show you what to do,
But my words don't make it through.
You speak of love set to bloom,
Yet silence fills up the room.

Not with whispers, calm and kind—
But with pieces you've left behind.
They aren't softly spoken,
They're silent and broken.

I wish things turned out right
But love can't bloom without light
I'll miss the "us" we used to try—
But still, I leave. This is goodbye.

It hurts to let go, but staying hurts worse.

#goodbye #rain