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Man Jul 19
it's elon musk
his stiff, frozen corpse hurtling toward the earth
looks like space flight wasn't as grand as an idea as previously thought

the virgins have gone galactic
branson's body as cold as his icy heart
and eyes to match his lifelessness

the bald headed freak's gone bug-eyed!
clearly unprepared for the speed his amazon basic space shuttle hurtles at
as shoddily made as the rest of their ****, the cabinet begins decompressing

why go to the stars
what do you think it is you'll find up there
peace or contentment
are you trying to prove something

you'd think if you'd really want to help humanity you might start on this rock before trying to jump to the next

oh you'll succeed
while the planet you so desperately sought to escape is in the throws of death's spiral
i'm sure it stings your pride to know you'll die before that though
Billions of dollars just to be freakish losers.
Zywa Jun 29
The geese: satisfied,

lying back in the meadow –

dotted with daisies.
Collection "More"
Zywa Jun 11
Being there, content,

nobody's burden, that's it –

Saints do live that way.
Dagboekroman “Allesverpletterende –  Faxen aan Ger” (Diary-novel “All-crushing – Faxes to Ger”, 2019, Nicolien Mizee)

Collection "Out of place"
Maria Mitea May 18
the eyes
wide open
  searching for
  searching  for
This is how I feel today!
toleomato Apr 21
Although reciprocation would be ideal
it does not have to be all or nothing.
If I can be
as a single flower is to the meadow
then I am content.
stephannie Apr 21
she stares at her reflection on the mirror
drunk in eudaimonia, she sways to the beat
there she has it, what others try to fight for
there she has it, what the hopeless badly needs

letting the song blast, she leans against the wall
eyes twinkling as hard as the stars in the sky
to both of her cheeks, a strawberry curve falls
cause in loving herself, she's found her own fire

regardless of who was there to hear, she cried
in happiness, in faith, in hope, and in love
regardless of who was there to see, she strived
with soul, with grit, with the freedom of a dove

and though there are scars that would never heal
she'll live and love to see what the world reveals
written 7 years after 'ruined'
Morgan Vail Apr 17
I could feel the wine on its breath and
It was so

And her robe fell
Skin shining
Like an angel from on high

And my lungs burned my chest
My legs no longer supporting me
As if I had lost control
I clasped her hands in mine with pained breaths
And kissed it one last time

As long as I know
This loneliness won't worsen
It’s going to be okay
Success and contentment are symbiotic !

Life is pure potential; you are already the person you want to be, your perception is your reality, and all you need is self belief to exist with a sense of success.

Contentment is the key to happiness.
Madisen Kuhn Mar 27
have you ever held the sun in your hands
sometimes i carry it around in my pockets and forget it’s there
sometimes i feel so full of it that i believe in god again
what else is there besides
the streams of light peeking through magnolia leaves
who am i to the baseball shirt
to the blazer or the black fishnets or the crooked bottom teeth
it doesn’t matter
i smell lemon verbena laundry detergent and it’s like time travel
i’m in our west hollywood apartment again falling asleep on my right hip
sometimes i am forty-two but i am always fourteen
do you see me on the page or in the sidewalk cracks
i wish i didn’t care but i always do
where does it come from
the longing
the need to be loved by the things that we love
i hear a song or read a poem and i’m on my knees
i hate being looked at but
i’d do anything for you to see me
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