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Seanathon May 16
Park bench sitting
Hands aching
Side-by-side

As strangers ask
Quiet questions pass
Like cotton seeds

As an opportunity
The breeze
Passes us by

Blown
Shoot
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ThatBrokenOne Dec 2018
What is life?
How do we know we live?
Why do we live?

Isn't it just one big illusion,
Or a big dream,
Or just a mere fantasy.

Sometimes life feels so empty,
It feels like it doesn't exists,
And yet it does.

Sometimes it feels like on big joke,
It feels like we are being controlled,
Like the Sims people in the Sims.

Sometimes I like to think about how small we are,
And yet are the rulers of the earth,
Although we are destroying it.

Are we really alone in this existence,
Is there no one else out there,
Not even the tiniest piece of life of some sort?

When I think about those things,
I feel so small and vulnerable,
I feel like the real me that I am.

Tiny and small.
It doesn't matter who I am.
As I am one little dot in this entire existence.

Or is it even an existence?
Am I really a live?
Does it really all exist?

Or is it just my fantasy,
Like a drawing of a little kid,
Who draws stones with faces.

Are we really existing?
And if so, why do we?
Who are we?
What are we?
Where are we?

I know who I am, I know what I am, I know where I am.
I am me, I am what I am, I am where I am.
It is what makes me me, humble and small.
Joseph Lochki Oct 2018
Hair flicks in the air
As the drive goes
With lowered down windows.

The air lashes
And the radio blurs
As the only eye sees
What it wants
As the coast glides
as we coast down
This road.

And perhaps
You wanted to take
another way
But we are at the mercy
of the driver,
With the sun in our eyes
and the sea to the left.

But please don't forget,
As you promise you wouldn't.
But the salt makes it hard to stay awake,
and the sun feels so good.
But you're gone as you should.
lost opportunities
are our
sorrows
the
morrow


has no
lost
opportunities
?













...
..
.
dust
...
..
.
we
we're
not
born

of
the
dead
what head
have you
turned
talk
to me
don't try
to tell me
that you think
?


























...
..
.
we
know
the
...
..
.
what sea to sail
see me sailing
star bound
the skies
are
my
wings

sing for me
one
more
morning
?


















...
..
.
wind
...
..
.
blustering south winds
have blown constantly all eve
they're packing some speed
NaNi Dec 2016
the past cannot be undone
what is done is done
& what wasn't now is
acceptance is closure
the present is your gift
make sure the past isn't interfering with its growth
because you can go nowhere really fast
& your future is now dependent on the past
which of course won't last



-Nani
thehiddenwriter Oct 2016
How beautiful it is when someone prays for you without you knowing,
It's such a noble act and
I can't possibly imagine
anything purer and deeper .
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