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Tangerine Oct 2014
๐’ฏ๐“Œ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰๐“Ž-๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘’๐‘’,
๐“๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐’ถ.
๐˜›๐“‡๐’ถ๐’พ๐“…๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”, ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”,
๐“๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“‚๐‘’.
๐‘€๐“Ž ๐“‚๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น'๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“๐’พ๐“‚๐’ท๐‘œ,
๐“‚๐“Ž ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‚๐“ˆ ๐’ถ๐“€๐’พ๐“‚๐’ท๐‘œ,
๐’ฎ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”,
๐“ˆ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐’ถ ๐“…๐“๐’ถ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐‘”๐‘œ.
Sonali Sethi Sep 2014
The sun shines as I fly;
As I flyย  high, as I fly low
There is a question on my mind
'Where is it that I'm trying to go?'

I make some noise, I spread my wings
I join my peers in an aimless flight.
I ask myself; Where is my purpose?
It's not before me. It's not in sight.

The eagles hunts the rats
The vulture eats what remains
The parrot sings with its pretty wings
And I sit, in my nest, all grey and plain

My friends, my brothers and all the others
Never feel that something is amiss
We have no role or goal or greater calling
Is our purpose just to exist?

The humans don't seem to like us
Other birds think they're superior
We eat worms and spread germs
Our other talents are unclear.

We sit, We sleep,ย  We ****, We eat
An endless mundane routine
Sometimes,ย  I feel there must be more;
That our purpose is there, it's just unseen

There must be a reason for our creation
We can't be such a usless species
We're just a nusiance to the world
Finding answers won't be easy.

My mind is made; I begin my journey.
What is my purpose? I must know!
Over the trees, the sun sets
As I fly high, as I fly low.
This is what a pigeon having an existential crisis probably sounds like :P
Kayla Bellinger Aug 2014
There is no hollow part of me
That needs to be filled
With ***** and excess

Though I wish that there was
Because maybe then I wouldn't feel
Like a broken kite stuck in a tree

Or a girl who peered over the edge
And slipped and fell
Into the dark depths of the well

Because I slipped and fell
Into the darkest depths of the well

I slipped
And I fell
And I can never escape this hell
Leena Vango Jul 2014
She invested much of her time into something that, in the end, proved to be worthless and a waste of time

She didnโ€™t know where, but she could feel herself moving away from anything that could be beneficial towards her.

She allowed her uncertainty to grasp ahold of her.

Discouraged as she was, whenever she sought, she was disappointed with what she had found.

She feels herself becoming as idle as the worn-out people she loathes.

She doesnโ€™t know what to believe. The external world has a way of disguising too well inner turmoil.

Is it even there?

— The End —