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Ghazal Hamdy Apr 10
and then it hits, how life reminds us of the waves’ motion.
never steady, yet unstability is its only constant.
with every wave hitting against the ocean’s rocks, a wave of memories hits the mind’s shores.
emotions are the waves that are disturbed by the ocean’s currents, always at bay when no one’s watching.
a horizon too far to reach, yet to close to see.
tides of sea that guide the troubled mind will always set the soul free.
Strying Apr 2
A country road leads to a home.
Beyond rows of trees,
you find a place to hide,
and yet people always seem to be hiding in a place
where they can be found.
Where can one go to never be discovered?
One may wonder if such a place exists.
If it does, how does one get there?
Is death the only path, or can other ways be made.
Can a person scream and not be heard.

Years may pass, but the only constant
is the endless denial of the end.
There will always be nothing in the end.
Blank.
Then again,
a blank canvas is exactly what so many artists look for,
right?
What many broken people look for to make a new start?
A blank page is a new story waiting to be written,
a life waiting to be lived,
and a masterpiece waiting to be crafted.
Art is a whole other story,
for every stoke creates one piece of something
that has never been made before,
no matter how detailed one can replicate,
each is new,
as each person is a new.

These are all pretty random thoughts;
put together using words,
sentences, paragraphs,
whatever you want to call it.

In reality, everything we know is made by people.
This is because, even things made by God,
were polluted by people.
Who knows if God wanted the sky named “sky.”
In reality, nothing is reality,
it’s all a concept.
And not all of these ideas can be written.
Everything seems dumb down to what we,
who we consider the most advanced species,
can understand.
To me,
it seems many animals can get by with
just knowing that when it is dark they sleep,
and when it is light they get up.

Anyway,
my point is that if,
humans can turn beauty into false concepts,
people are too a false concept.
Who are humans;
some say we are ****-sapiens.
I say we are beings,
all trying to find a purpose in a broken society,
broken by us.

Why is that in an attempt to educate our young,
we stress them out past levels of asylums just a century ago.
I don’t see what the point of creating a world where people are unhappy is.
And then, they don't allow for an escape from it.
Their personal sad and insanity entertainment.
Our only escape is death,
and suicide is looked down upon.
What does society expect us to do?
Talk to other people,
the root cause of the world’s negatives.

When I say it would be easier to die, it’s the truth.
Death is the easy way out,
and yet why does it feel so hard?
I know it's long, I apologize.
old willow Mar 18
Truth and lies, I once distinguish the two.
Reality is truth, but why...
Because Reality is constant;
Time is truth, because it is constant,
constant because they cannot be change.
Understandable, some cannot accept the truth,
accept reality, why?
Because they cannot change the constant.
People will root toward earth,
Love will attract one another,
Sad will follow happiness,
these are all constant, what we call truth.
Lies is just another constant,
a constant that does not match their own,
therefore, people label lies away from truth.
Thousands of murderers in this world
People curse their existence
They wish to eliminate them
One only murders only one
The number of murderers
Remains constant
If the process goes on indefinitely
Whole population of the world would be wiped out
Except the murderers!
Murderers wouldn't be eliminated
Their number stays constant!
Read in conjunction with "WRONG FOCUS".
Lunar Nov 2020
Quick drive
Strong hands
Loud mind

Both you and me
Are as tired
As daytime

Old music
Slow mail
Aged wine

But you and I
Are as young
As tonight
for aeh, my constant for the past recents.

(j.m.)
For things that may come and go,
words will always be there to make you flow;
For though the words make things easier,
emotions are still on show.
Only words are constant, everything else just flows.
julian Oct 2020
everything will surely change
because nothing in this world is permanent
however,  it’s still a matter of choosing between
it is what it is
or
change to have the best and less regrets
although change is constant, it’s still depends if we are willingly to let that something really be changed. you decide your own life and not by fate. Don’t let yourself flow with the waves, have a floater haha lol :)
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2020
Never
Dare to
Underestimate
Or take it for granted
The virtue of
True love

The zeal unfolds
And expose itself
It may hold you
It may free you

All at once
Genre: Observational
Theme: Nature of love
Author's Note:
Choose the one

On open eyes
Even if they don't appear to you
But on close eyes
They stay
Marga 梅香 Sep 2020
change is painful,
but it is beautiful.

nothing in the world is fixed and arranged,
so you must have your feelings managed.

you can't be too attached,
neither can be too detached;

so know where your heart rests easy,
and let it decide freely.
Isabella Aug 2020
Fingernails tapping
Teeth biting my cheeks
A pressure on my chest
Eyes darting around the room
I should probably breathe

At this point I can’t quite remember
The last time my mind was at ease.
i may try and rewrite this soon, but who knows. just another thing to stress about.
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