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Tony Tweedy Jul 2020
Of dust both stars and we are born and so to all will each return.
But in between, dust gives a heart a need for loves' enduring yearn.
In times' course on cosmic scale all particles are drawn to another one.
And so stars and love set adrift, until once more, all but dust is gone.
How can dust become love, desire, passion? From its vastness to create that feeling between two hearts.... and yet in that vastness in the scheme of things.... so fleeting the experience and its brightness..... to dust.
Cox Jul 2020
And even still in this chaos,
I, myself a flower desperately fighting to bloom.
To survive and thrive,
the power needed to stay alive.
Jess Jul 2020
Claustrophobic
Cockroaches in corners
Concrete slabs
Clutching, cloaking, choking

Confined and
Constrained of a
Counterfeit life, I was the perfect
Charlatan of my encompassing separation.

Compelled into Self, oh yet
Cumbersome conditioning
Cultivating awareness within
Concentrated compression. I,

Cave!
Capitulation. Cannot withstand these
Currents of clouded
Compensation.

Comfortable in this
Chaos, as I've finally
Concluded: It comprises all of me.
Completely void

Contently
Containing nothing,
Clear from attached perceptions
Captivating Silence.

Come through me
Crawl into my
Caverns
Crash unto my shore

Caressing sensuality
       Continuously
Cascading        down, down, down
Composing my entirety.
Jul 11, 2020
Sara Brummer Jul 2020
As twilight deepens, angst begins.
In a tender light of lavender
your image may appear,
in fields or woodlands,
among tall tombs where
tension hides in silence.

Wings of angels seem to glide
on ice across the sky, and in
a drone of babble, some strange
arcane language, is this how the dead speak?

We live in these erratic times,
searching for depth through
the opposite of being. How can
we say that life will find a way?

Perhaps through these black holes,
there are other luminous worlds.
Ces Jul 2020
My head hurts
and my mind a seething mass
of garbled words, premature thoughts
stillborn
a zombie lumbering aimlessly
through this reality...?
or is this even real?

What is real?

Who am I?

Am I just a specter?
have I stared too much at that yawning void?
Have I read too much Nietszche?
So much...

That the morning coffee
gets cold..

as I stare at it.

As I try to make sense of
this crazy world
that only exists in my head.
Sia Morweng Jul 2020
The train took those
those with future’s
their pasts let them borrow
Why not…
Did you visit your past?

The ride took too long
too long to keep
Doubts from creating jumpers
Unknown, friendly
Are you scared?

The car I was in
I was in with only
Married persons giggling
to steal another’s beloved..?
But they giggled
What, did I sin?

I felt the tracks tremble
the tracks’ tremble gave me chills
Laughed hysterically, remembering
I am joyous in chaos
Thumped by what’s to come
Oh, the tragedy…

Yes, the train
The train beautifully coloured
took us to our futures
Nightmares others relived
I felt at home
Who cares for rainbows?
Life is a journey
Hazel grey Jul 2020
What if i let go of the cliff edge
i've been holding on to
What if when i let go
I get lost in the chaotic wind
What if while flowing with the wind
i find a haven
What if the ocean falls in love with my haven
while trying to touch it, destroys it
What if my body gives in to these strong ocean waves
What if my badass soul just won't give up
stretches its wings and flies far far away
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