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Zywa 3d
The Oracle knows

what I want, that's what she gives --

me as her advice.

"Hoog en laag springen - Faxen aan Ger #4" ("Like it or not - Faxing Ger #4", December 20th, 1999, published 2021, Nicolien Mizee)

Collection "Out of place"
Ken Pepiton Jun 21
Dammed good facts,
today is a surely measurable day.
Set in the common course of human events
from the bottom,
where the world at this altitude,
is wintering, while
from the top we feel the sun, straight on
as Mohave at solstice,

such as I, as we, seeing we live in order
to live
in order to help

eh, hey, hear us near us say, we know

weyekin, ye ken, visionary wisdom wedom

poet singer sayer pre-sent, and representing
living in timespace at time's own pace, passing

Dark cold winter, time for inwalled-usness use,
we become the whole room,
sometimes, all eyes on I, the one, in the middle
- there
- being the connection, anhamartia-tic,
here and there, a web conforms to koinonical
image entonations, owls of common sorts,
and squeeking black lizards, settle in the shade,
to night we go,

onward, to mark the time, watching all the old
knowing proven,
as the sun rises and sets, facts
as measures confirm, solid-ifity convey, say
so it is, con-fide-used knowing, faith,
as we say.

We are the people who know this mystery,
we live in life, as bits of all that ever was,
by now, all that is weighted

significant from first landmarks set in times past.

some, not my we, some see life as a struggle, see
from a salmon's POV, the sense of efforting
is joy,- efforting rejoicing +
this is right, this is how I form the people,
offsprung from war wage slaves,
who **** us,
to hide the stars at night.

Humans in the future shall love water flowing
and starry story tellings
un seen in cities since the great white way
attracted the sharks into the tank.
Remove not the old landmarks,
find the way where good is, and walk therein, to when
you get there you know it for all it was.
What do you do?
What do you do when you’ve exhausted every other option?
When it finally sinks in that no one will ever love you as much as you love them?
When no other feeling is real.
And pain starts to feel comforting.
What now?
What can I do?
You’re sand slipping through my fingers.
You do it on purpose.
All of you.
You’re all oceans,
And I’m a cliffside.
Breaking off pieces of me every time it storms.
I always look brighter when I’m getting darker.
I’m eclipsing.
You’re just seeing glimpses of light peaking from my shadow.
I can’t see you anymore.
And you can only look at me through tinted glasses.
If it was the other way, everything would be different.
I would look at you till my eyes burned out.
I would destroy myself to make sure you’re the only thing I’d ever see.
A vision permanently etched in.
I wish someone could love me that much.
Just when I thought I had nothing left, I lost more.
So, what do you do?
What do you do when you’ve exhausted every other option?
When it finally sinks in that no one will ever love you as much as you love them?
When no other feeling is real.
And pain starts to feel comforting.
What now?
What can I do?
𝙶𝙽𝙶 May 23
𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖞, 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖆 𝖇𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖑𝖊 𝖚𝖕.

𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖚𝖕, "𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓, 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐!"
𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖞, 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖆 𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙.

𝕶𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓, 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖚𝖕, 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖞!
𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖞, 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖆 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞.
I think that's about life.. we're destined for doom and everyday we wake up to try and make the future a little less painful, a little more brighter.

© snoW
Banana Mar 24
I'm scared that 'becoming' who I am is just an acceptance of realities others have created. Maybe the older we get the more entrenched we become in what we perceive to be the truth; the more we experience of our tiny existence, the more we believe in it.
"The way of life we live, a life we have never really chosen, forces us to walk past what we see."
Kassan Jahmal Jan 30
My wings upon;
the falling hopes of I,
As heavens lift a buried heart,
In the tears of time,
endless as the miles to nowhere.


Lover of so;
that you and I haven't met,
Many are my requests,
and these prayers of future,
Hurricanes of voices;
rhythms of choices we make,
The rhymes of pen;
all bled out onto paper.

Mobility of pen,
an agility with great nobility,
But only of those gifted the ability;
as the few residents of a poetic community.

These are the great successes;
from the hardest of times,
Within man's running thoughts,
all screaming-
"you've run out of luck, and time"

But I was running in place;
in the stillness of waiting on fate,
Despite of it being easier to wait,
how do you find what's out for you,
Being too afraid to walk out of the gate?

It may be;
an eye for an eye,
But it's the I against I;
as self-delusion makes any blind.

People can lie with the brightest smile,
stick close to your successes;
As you keep track on the race of life,
by it's undermined marathon mile.
Kelsey Jan 29
Remember that all things fade.
All creatures must have an end
To bear new beginnings.
And all new beginnings
Come from resolution.
Have been feeling very critical of myself and my writing lately. But I'm learning from my own characters in my novel.
Nikita Jan 5
People notice.
Their eyes and minds,
Focused on you.
Like a street lamp,
Judgment flickers,
Off and on.
You have a reason
That I understand?
No judgement.
You have an excuse
That I can't relate to?
Fix yourself.
Work on yourself.
Blame yourself.
Shape yourself.

You are not broken.
There is nothing to fix.
You are whole as you are.
Like Kintsugi
You put yourself back together.
More beautiful than you
Ever were.
I have been taking care of myself for the past 23 years. I am no longer accepting life advice from anyone who believes I'm a project to fix.
MuseumofSoph Nov 2021
Hey Tiempo,

Why are you so sad?
You have a wonderful life I thought you’d be glad?
I know I’m always up and down
But don’t let that make you frown

I’ve got my issues handled now it’s time to start pedaling
Stop trying to fix people with all that metaling

You’re a really cool guy
And you make me feel nice
But let’s not have ***
Let’s keep it strictly at advice

We complete each-other
Just not in the regular way
Not in the Adam and Eve bit the apple
Got one less day way

We’re working on ourselves now I see it,
You’re teaching me to be human so let’s be it

The best part about healing
Is it affects other people

You heal, we all do
It’s that plain and simple
A poem I wrote to a friend hopefully they listen
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