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Chris Jul 2019
I wonder every now and then,
Will I see those times again?
Will I thrive or will I fall,
Will I get to try at all?
I wonder every now and then?

I picture deeply with a smile,
A world we're given you and I.
All those ****-ups to correct,
All those people with regrets.
I picture deeply with a sigh.

I dream dreams of sliken tears,
In them you will oft appear,
Only one that still makes sense,
That brings me closer to repent.
I dream dreams of frozen tears.

I wonder every now and then.
Was it all a fairyland?
Did all people, the whole world
Lie and made up a universe,
Where I was born and where I loved
With or without god above,
Where I fell and where I cried,
And was often crucified?
I wonder every now and then.
Check me out :) I wanna feel important.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G71IJLtWODc
Yachika Sharma Jun 2019
Neither do I believe in heavens,
Nor in any sort of hells,
But I do believe that after we die,
Our souls will definitely travel by
Angel Jun 2019
& the day carries on
& the earth continues to turn
but not without a storm
the universe crying out for your existence
Will Jun 2019
-1
Colorful lights flash across the room.
Eyelids shutter, shielding eyes from the blinding wonder.
The beams shine too bright, so hands are raised in protection.
-2
Legs buckle beneath.
Souls call out in heavenly speech.
But paradise is far from their reach.
All that awaits is the endless abyss beneath.
F A Pacelli May 2019
if there is an "after-life"
there may be a "before-life"
to die and depart this world
implies to be born and arrive
maybe to learn or to love
or to learn to love
and maybe, just maybe
we have died before
and this is an “after-life”
kevin hamilton May 2019
oh god, you were right
to say that nothing happens
when we die
just as the lights burned out
and our woven hands
were drowned in cimmerian dark
i am scared that i will go
without a sound
and ever haunted
by the souls i keep
in the centre of my heart
I feel my spirit drift to yours,
It's not exactly a good thing, is it?
Do we know,
What it was,
All my colours,
And all of yours,
A blur,
A brown,
A morose.
Been writing more on my phone and doing more songwriting, haven't posted in awhile, enjoy!
A Simillacrum May 2019
At once, coffee and tea,
next second, scans.
Sweet, to hints of saccharine.
Burned bread is one
thing to dunk-- but diagrams?

Tunnel to the light, here
is the night. All
fall prey to life.
Tunnel to the light, here
falls the night. All
fall prey.

Now, you hasten.
I am still slow.
What will I do,
though, when you go?

Let's find out.
Aa Harvey May 2019
Allusion


There are many doors we all walk through every day;
Be it claw, or snore, or war, or any other reason,
The door is unavoidable and it is always the season.
A never ending end,
Never been a friend;
Never known what to expect next.


All things they continue, but nothing ever lasts.
Newborns are born and one day they will grow up to wear black.
If there was a way to never see Death again,
Would we want to live forever?  Or would we need an end?


There is meaning to life, even if we do not know what it is.
Some say it is to raise kids;
Some say it is to accomplish dreams.
My reasons are the same as many other opinions;
Opinions are ten a penny.
People think they know, but nobody is ever ready.


I agree with you, good guess;
But you cannot know until it is the end,
Of the bitter sweet symphony show.
The show must go on!
Surely this is not the last song?
We need an encore for life;
We need to have hope before we are gone.

(Knock, knock, knock.)


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