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markybiz Aug 10
Loved her in a language i know
Was not rewarding yet fulfilling
This feeling might be fleeting
Yet this fire still grow

As seasons changed
The flame didn't fade
It still continues to grow
Burns my whole life till i never know

Though this life have been scorched
Enveloped by the flames which i hold true
As this feeling soared
Hope that one day would not end in rue
Unrequited Love
Time Passing By
Existential Dread
CantSeeMe Aug 10
it was dark and tender
my dad next to me
I was five
so free
at the driveway
we be

at some point
of the night
we looked upon the sky

I don't know why

we looked at the north
I saw a star so bright
with the colour of light

I looked him in the eyes
and said
“that's…grandpa”
flying so high

he said “no”

that's the northern star
it will always be
the brightest of them all
it's there when you seek
a guide to peek

when you've traveled so far
where no one can fish
when you wonder
‘Is this… ?’
or
‘What if…?’’
remember the star
that's it
An evening in the driveway of our house with my father...

I can't remember many of my memories...
I used to remember all the bad things, now I've forgotten them too, but I still remember this one.
kevin Aug 10
Faith in new friends
Strength in never again a pretend
Exposure to wanting more
Having to be the cleaners mopping a floor
I see her running away again
I was told by her
I will never be good enough for you
Now I see the blimps circling her heart
My son is my art Emily
I love Jack Jack only
You don't distract me anymore

Good Night
Pavel Rup Aug 10
Когда одни эмоции и ненависть и зависть,
Когда желания сильнее жизни всей!
Главенствует душевная отсталость...
И слово — я хочу — сильнее всех.

Тогда придёт расплата неизбежно!
Закон такой в устройства мира есть.
Добро идёт к добру — а сила центробежна,
Расплющит, разорвёт — и даже может съесть!

За всё надо платить. Подумайте, соседи.
За «москалей», за «на ножи...» и прочий бред!
Чем там закончила красавица Миледи?..
Предательству всегда придёт ответ.

Ох! Ткнули палкой спящего медведя!
Он добродушен, но не слаб — умён.
И Византийской хитростью опасен...
Где слово — честь народа — у знамён.
Zywa Aug 10
By itself I was
myself, the souled
body with my name

Mirrors helped me
as a teenager to see myself
my hair, my nose, my shape

A life later
I split my body
off, more and more

I distance myself
from the defects of
old age and illness

to continue to recognise
myself as who I want
to have become

spiritually safe and free
rocking in the wonder
until I am no more
The emergence of dualism, the separation of the body and the (supposedly immaterial) mind

For Maria Godschalk

Collection "Metamorphic body"
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