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Liliana C Sep 28
today, i woke up and i was happy
for the first time in a long time
a sunday morning, marmalade mellow
there were goldfish drifting - fat and amber
blushing leaves in the fall
oh, the joy of movement
of floating, breathing, existing
entangled, cocooned
in its gentle swell and fall

and i was simply happy
saw an image of jellyfish floating in the sky -- thought how beautiful, what a lovely sight just to see jellyfish floating in the sky. also yes kinda keats vibes
I
Want to be
That one that
Can be
Poured into
A wound
That needs
Healing...
Hoping it wont scar
Zywa Mar 19
Let us just enjoy

this late evening together --


After us the spring!
A final farewell

Old Chinese poem: "The farewell", 1908, Gustav Mahler, based on the free version "In Erwartung des Freundes" by Hans Bethge from 1907, after "Su Ye **** shan fang" by Meng Haoran [690-740] and "Songbie" by **** Wei [699-759])

Collection "Thinkles Lusionless"
Yemaya Jan 20
For years I've avidly ate sadness.
And now that I have contentment,
I find myself feeling resentment.
And wanting to eat sadness again.
Katie Jan 10
I hear them all out there
On dates, in love, thriving.
I think they all judge me,
Pity me for just surviving.

But last I checked, it's my decision
As to if my life's worthwhile,
And frankly right now I'm content.
I'm living my life in style.

I've a big fluffy shark here,
Sitting in my arms,
Underneath a warm cover,
And free from your qualms.

Frankly,
I'm the one thriving.
You wish you were me
'Cause my soul is jiving.
10
Con Nov 2021
Rather than a whole cake,
a small slice & black coffee would be nice.
There is top tier enjoyment --
from the limitation, balance, & appreciation.
Sure,
You might not have it all,
but you can savor every bite.
You might sip the drink’s bitterness,
so you can cherish the sweetness of cake
as if the first time each time.
To be grateful & contented— it’s just lovely.
this makes me happy
Man Jul 2021
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 2021
The geese: satisfied,

lying back in the meadow –


dotted with daisies.
Collection "More"
Zywa Jun 2021
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"
Christian Bixler May 2021
scuttling tail
the rock falls
into place
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