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Jan 14 ryn

~•§•~ Would Everything Finaly Be Enough? ~•§•~

Jan 14 ryn

Jeremy Betts

~•§•~ Would Everything Finaly Be Enough? ~•§•~

If I gave you all my air
Along with every single moment I could spare
If I exposed my everything, choosing both truth and dare
And encouraged you to take more than your fare share
If I were to wear my heart on my sleeve and allow you to rip and tear
If I gave you an entire life, without a care
Offered to carry both of our crosses to bare
While letting you name the time and place and going straight there
No argument here, I swear
If I submit before warfare and declare you ringmaster
If I kept the days I don't tell you exactly what you want to hear rare
And was able to turn a blind eye to every extracurricular love affair
Cause, ya know, buyer beware
If I pretend I'm not fully aware that you rather not be here
That you just take joy in being the puppeteer
If I could manage all that would you even care?
...could I ever consider it sincere?

©2024

#moments #exposed #truth #dare #fare #life #care #submit #warfare #beware

Jan 14 ryn

i am okay, alone...

Jan 14 ryn

Pax

i am okay, alone...

as i am nearing the edge of our fading sun,
as our world is one big aquarium,
- full of life...
      me, surviving the best i can, alone...
i thought i never long for that new life
born between my seeds,
all i knew is that i am okay, alone...
     no plan to plant,
just a fading list of the evading daydream...
     it's okay - everythings alright,
there's time, still,
   even if it never arrive,
     it's still alright
         for all the right
         reasons...

me trying to be positive in all things...

#seed #life #sun #aquarium #plan #plant #pax #newlife

Jan 14 ryn

Too late and never

Jan 14 ryn

My Dear Poet

Too late and never

This is the first poem I wrote after I died
I am thinking of the next line
like my life no longer depended on it

The second poem I wrote, I am searching through words I had said and lied

By the time I finished my third poem
all I find is regret and reason to put my pen to rest, lay my papers aside
and could have just simply said
“I love you”, while I was alive

#regret #love #death

Jan 14 ryn

from gossip to misinformation to first hand stories

Jan 14 ryn

nivek

from gossip to misinformation to first hand stories

you have something to share-
(sitting around the fire in the sky)
a story perhaps? second hand?
or a story all your own? We are
all ears sitting around this fire.

Jan 14 ryn

Since then

Jan 14 ryn

Mystic Ink Plus

Since then

You
Are
Trending

In
My
Mind

Genre: Micro verse
Theme: Privileged
Author's Note:
He/She might not say
Anything casual

Expect something
Different
Calm to ears

#nepal #sincethen #trend #thought #bond #connection #recall

Jan 14 ryn

The Indescribable

Jan 14 ryn

Malia

The Indescribable

Poetry
Is our humble attempt
To describe
The indescribable.

#poetryaboutpoetry #poetry #indescribable #describe

Jan 14 ryn

The Napping Man

Jan 14 ryn

Pradip Chattopadhyay

The Napping Man

Strange
What dream
A man tries to catch
In broad day
As the world busily
Passes by him.

A fleeting glimpse I had of him
seated on a small slab napping.

Was the night harsh on him
as he lay on the floor
stinking with his toils
with no roof overhead
looking at an absurd firmament
hazily spangled with stars.

Was he weighing his life in starlight
counting rusted coins of losses
breathing heavily through the void
as darkness weighed him down.

Was he waiting for a sleep
that would ripen his dreams deep
reaching him to the farthest galaxy
where every objects were made
only for him

objects of riches and success
and then deeper beyond..
love, peace and happiness.

Maybe the night returned him no dream
and trying to make up
he sought the refuge of day.

Was I the man in the glimpse
I thought
with nothing but dreams
as I rode away into the day
to embrace what is destined!

Jan 14 ryn

notes (2)

Jan 14 ryn

irinia

notes (2)

hands filled with summer and thoughts with horizon today, flowing by themselves. a sudden burst of joy, amusement in the face of ordinary life, trivial yet so creative beyond our control. the mind contemplating the image of the situation decided it was funny, it was something else: sitting on a chair in the cold on a busy boulevard waiting for meatballs with mashed potatoes to be ready while reading about how different the thinking of people is in the east compared to the west (the geography of thought) while listening to massive attack and my legs dancing on the pavement while thinking about summer in between the lines while looking after women in the street. me - a surreal collage of actions and thoughts haunted by love as quantum superposition. I wonder where does a thought begin, where does it trully end

#life #notes #thought