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Saumya 2d
Alone, Alive,
In the midst of skies,
Sat my soul fed up of lies!
Searching for truth, in starry eyes,
A reflection of hope, to dispel the disguise.


Amidst the shimmering starlight,
I saw a bleak dark sky,
As if it wished,
To hold me tight.

The roars were high,
The stars? they glimmered  bright,
But ah! That sky,
Why did it caught my sight?
For in its depths, a secret slept,
A mystery that my soul had kept.

With utmost sigh,
My heart, pounding high,
I dared to ask the bleaker sky,
"You're dark, you quiet,
You ain't alike the rest of the sky,
But I wonder, why
I'm lost into your sight!"
The sky replied, in a whisper low,
'Your soul is drawn to the secrets I know'

"A forlorn soul has no secrets you know?
What secrets to keep?
When you know them all,
But they all, know you
But do they really know you?"
The sky smiled faintly, with a hint of pain,
'Your secrets are safe, but the truth remains'


Some truths these days,
Are a sorry sight,
Be truthful,
And you'll have no friends,
Be untruthful,
And you'll have swarm of fans!
'Honesty's a luxury few can afford,
In a world where lies are the popular chord'

The drummer no more
Drums tunes of truth,
Since, the crowd gets good,
With the  sheer untruth.

Why Blame the Crowd,
Why Blame the art,
When the devil and demons,
Both reside in our hearts?
For in the depths of our souls,
a battle rages on,
Between the light of truth and the darkness that's grown.

To sail through the darkness,
Takes a lot of tides,
Hence people are good,
At its piercing strides!
"And though the darkness may seem to prevail,
The light of resilience will never fail"

Why can't we light,
Our lamps of hope?
Our lamps of courage?
A faith to cope?

The fear is in us,
The fuel is in us,
When we are our dawn,
We are our dusk?
When we are the universe,
The universe is us?
Why can't we be,
What we are truly should be?
But settle for less,
And don't set us free?

"For in the depths of our souls,
a spark remains,
A flame that flickers
with the light of our true selves' reign"

To blow a candle,
Needs little hope,
To burn it all,
Needs a brain shallow.
"For in the blink of an eye,
a spark can fade,
And in a careless move,
a world can be made!"

It was you to decide then,
It'll be you who decides now,
They knew it then,
The'll know it now,
Then why not do,
That's best to do?
"For time may change the circumstances,
but not the soul,
The choices we make,
will forever be our goal"

'Arise, awake,
You forlorn soul!
This world's a dais ,
And you're a hero,
Who came here with nothing,
Who's gonna go back without anything,
Then why not do that's best and supreme?

The greatest prize,
Is the breeze you breath,
The water you drink,
The food you eat,
Your healthy body,
Your happy people,
Who make it worthy.
Your happy soul,
That makes you free

And one fine day,
When you're done with your plot,
You'll get that heavenly call,
Anywhere, anytime
Aptly on spot,
And you, human soul
Will yet again,
Be 'Nothing'!

Hence do yourself a favour each day,
If you should and must,
Till the day you stay,
Tell yourself it's not bout fright,
But how you end up things in delight
Ever truth,
Has a darker side,
Every lie,
Not gleams that bright,
Give yourself the best you can give,
'Before you die,
…live!'
Before you die,
…Live!
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Malia Apr 23
black spores on the mildewed walls
peeling over the wood
rot that even the vultures shun
it grows in cracks and in dark places.

the disease sticks its spiny fingers
down your throat, so you can’t
scream…
silence, silence, it wants
silence.
it wants
absence,
no self left to 𝘣𝘦.

outside, it has been night for years
babes born bawling, not knowing
what stars, moon, sky, sun used to
look like, nothing but the concrete
sea.

and yet, though Purity
has her headstone with the
rest, though there are no longer
prayers
to be blessed
there is good,
there is GOD in this
God-forsaken world,
there is GOOD
there is GOD—
you.
hey! it’s been a while lol
Trevor Dowe Apr 4
What despair, this bleak existence causes
In pain and suffering unending
With no escape and no forbearance
How does one cope with immortality
And the inability to cease
What recourse, as empathy bleeds
From every attempted connection
Lost or denied, broken or abandoned
Like the innocence of childhood
As hope fades into hurt and love turns to ash
And the taste of dust consumes all
What divine punishment is this
What curse is laid upon the ******
To cause such immeasurable torment
Rage at the chains that bind life and soul to flesh and bone
Who holds the lit flame to burn the world to the ground
Or to cast light onto the blighted and reviled
If there is no finality and no surcease
When does time become irrelevant
As seconds and epochs are ones in the same
Is there no why, no how
To combat such strife
To bear conflict to the oppression of reality
Is a fools errand, a childish whimsy
Beaten down and shattered upon the indifferent earth
No warmth can ward off the chill of eternity
Peace, serenity, passion, and ambition are lies
Told to distract the youth from
The truth of what is to come
Falsehoods and fabrications woven
Into tapestries of feigned glory and imagined pride
As the stars flicker and sniff out
Does ever the watcher still ache
For what was and what could have been
Know now that this neither fate nor destiny
It just is, as the lonely tide washes away
All that was known and all that was
Until all that remains is solitude and tears
That never fall and never leak
They might even be a myth
For none, but one, will ever know the truth
Remorse and fear long since missing
Where does infinity begin to lose meaning
The vessel, now empty, floats on currents invisible
No attachment lies unbroken
As inevitable betrayals follow the pale rider
And the boatman beckons all, save for the solitary figure
Trapped and bound to witness beyond the end of all things
Can this pact not be negated, is it profane to desire escape
No answer can be found, for the question is, like all else
Meaningless
As sanity collapses, like a wave upon the shore
As breath is stolen by the void
Is the weight of apathy a burden or a boon
Torturous promises lay rent asunder
And the towering rise of once quenched thirst for joy topples
Can emptiness be it's own reward
Don't try immortality kids, it's a scam.
Zack Feb 10
Once clean, white, and pure
Snow, shoveled into a heap.
Black, with the world's mud.
Nothing is pure forever.. even the most beautiful
creature Nov 2024
The town is new,
its buildings washed in grey.
The streets are clean,
it's peaceful here—
but its too quiet.

Everything here is bleak,
so colorless, drained of thought.
The people stay inside,
I can't hear them smiling,
can't see them laughing.

Today, the streets are busy,
its a funeral march of faces
they move in one direction,
headed to the same place,
but they don't go together.

They're all going somewhere.
to do something unimportant.

They built another building,
big and grey, empty of laughter.
People act out scenes that once felt funny,
but they act only for the camera,
they only laugh for the camera.

No one looks up at the sky.
there's nothing there anymore—
just thin sheets of grey.
No gold, no silver,
even when the sun sinks.

I still see gold and silver,
hidden somewhere behind the clouds.
but this town stays grey.

I reach for my brush,
longing to paint something bright.
But each stroke fades—
the colors turn to ash,
grey bleeding into my hands.

I hate this town.
Ghostlight is a theater term. It's a single light left on in a theater when it's empty.
aAr Oct 2024
Starless sky and crestfallen clouds
has been weeping for days.

Gale as bleak as a sad symphony
passing through every now and then.

As the rain echoes in her hueless
room, she lays still with no  purpose.

Under the comforter, under dressed.
Coziest dreams, waiting to be dreamt.

Her cluttered mind slowly unraveling
as the wrathful sky kept on bellowing.

As each thoughts withdrew one by one,
She slowly felt like drifting away.

Tranquilizing rhythm of rain-
Natures lullaby.
Jason Adriel Aug 2024
see, when I was a kid, people called me bright
I considered them right, kept my goals in sight
by 20, I realized life was going to be a long fight
the kid with a bright future has lost all his might

lost my footing one day and never recovered
I could blame forced isolation, but I was the one
who kicked up the dirt, the one who threw away his shot
who tried to put the blame on others when he fell short

I was supposed to rule the world, make it my own
stand on top of a cliff, the world upon my feet
but I fell before I reached the peak,
I was never even in sight of the throne

see, the thing about falling off a cliff
is you know you're falling
but how do you stop the tumbling?
my God, this life's numbing.
I never reached my full potential.
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