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Zywa Aug 10
I'm the first to leave,

because I'm a spectator --

of repetitions.
"De kennismaking - Faxen aan Ger #1" ("The introduction - Faxing to Ger #1", November 16th, 1994, published 2017, Nicolien Mizee)

Collection "Out of place"
M Jul 13
Faking it til I make it,
but there's a monkey on my back.
This normal way, I have to say,
is starting to show cracks.

Turn up to work and get boring **** done,
be nice to the ******* who think they are fun.

Clean up my jokes and censor my speech,
**** corporate blood like a well behaved leech.

I'm dying inside and I know that it's killing me.
I feel the old poisonous tentacles tugging me.

Just get ****** up,
and **** it all off,
live your worst life,
the one that you love.
Zywa Apr 11
I do read a lot

of life stories, never dull --

like my little life.
"Monterosso mon amour" (2022, Ilja Leonard Pfeiffer)

Collection "VacantVoid"
Dilshey Mar 20
Amid the blue-eyed sky

& the sun-kissed sea

& the ethereal wonders -
held down by gravity...

beyond a blanket of night
- the great celestial mystery

& the unopen eye
of our ancestors history had the audacity
to discover boredom;
Rylie Lucas Mar 5
And as I sit
With colors all around
There’s a hole in my heart
It’s source yet unfound
When I can fill this
Temporal void
Is up to the imagination
Of a very special boy
I leave everything to you
My life and my soul
Please finally complete me
To have and to hold
In this life and the next
I wish for nothing more
Then to finally feel happy
To no longer feel bored
Heyo sorry it's been so long since I last posted, my ******* account died and I couldn't sign in. Love you all <3
Zywa Feb 5
Again, another

day has passed, again it is --

time to feed myself.
"An accidental man" (1971, Iris Murdoch)

Collection "Unspoken"
missanthrope Jan 7
A hallelujah for
classes with masks
I'm basking in
masked yawns,
masked frowns,
half-opened lips
dreaming of soda sips.
Zywa Jan 7
We eat on the train

and write on the window panes --

greasy signs of life.
"Außer sich" ("Beside Myself", 2017, Sasha Marianna Salzmann)

Collection "Ya, a tightrope walk"
Rachel Summons Nov 2020
What’s the difference

The sun rises each morning to vanquish the sky
What's more, moon fights back each night as stars flight
A repeat, Mankind caught in a perpetual cycle

Boredom and Inertia, two monsters that lurks in the shadows
Under the radar stay they hidden
Their victims always full of potential but lack discipline
The sight of a slacker lifts their spirits and waters the mouth
Fatigue tears into the flesh and latency rots the bones

Life flows in veins, mine runs out like a river and stains the marble floor
Soiled with procrastination
Not a cry to be heard
I was definitely going through a a phase
Zywa Nov 2021
I get too fat
I can't go anywhere
The grass is too high

Not for Collie
She feels at home here
For me it's a fairy tale

of Grimm, the forest is dark
it makes sounds all night
and it pushes against the house

which is not as beautiful as it seems
with the luxury glass, the frills
and the canopy above the door

It's hard working all day
In the evening we look at the dog's
running, until bedtime
"Cape Cod Evening" (1939, Edward Hopper)

Collection "NightWatch"
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