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The darkness before a storm, as if an entity was about to form


I found it so peaceful,when the world became so calm,yet hectic

When the birds started struggling for a shelter,even in a place so chaotic


When the eyes were full of joy, and wonder,seeing even a glimpse of thunder


When the sky began to roar with all of its might,

And the mother became so restless,as the child couldn’t bear the fright


When it finally,let nature feel its worth

When the people,for a duty,kept running back and forth


When it poured and poured until it flooded the brood


As it poured so harsh, yet the children played happily

Some watched silently,praising it unknowingly


The trees were full of life, in the end of this priceless strife


Finally,the sun began to show its witness,clearing a realm of darkness


The flow of existence,again became normal,leaving behind something unknown so dismal.
Daniel Tucker Aug 19
Like our planet on a 24-hour cycle, my location is filling with the light of one rotation, transporting me from darkness into light.

The next rotation of my location is the dark side of my spiritual sphere; and the next spin will once again transport me into
the light of day, the light of the world.

We all know that the sun is still in the sky even in the darkest night. Our perspective is from our location. We may be on the other side of the globe--the dark side--but our location will, in one revolution, be filled with light.
We are all caught in this literal and figurative human cycle of day and night.

We need to have faith in this
as we must have faith in
gravity, because the alternative is unimaginable darkness!!!

This knowing is not only
cerebral, but tabulated by a spiritual equation. We must believe because there is no
way around it. We simply
must believe or lose it all.
Our orbit will decay otherwise.
We will cease to rotate on
our own axis. So in a sense,
do or die, because I will
surely die spiritually if I
don't get lifted to that
spiritual space.

There is too much at stake; there is so much to lose if I
don't transcend the earthly
plane of spiritual death and simply believe beyond hope to be freed from the perceived hopelessness and helplessness of our universal existence.

The sun is still in the sky even in the darkest night. We simply must have faith and patience to wait our turn.
vik Aug 18
loathsome murk, drawing me into taint,
trailing off into the black mire yet again.
vine-brother, i hear your leaves trembling,
what poison seeps from you now?
clotted earth webs your lashes;
when i scrape it loose, the ground cracks,
your breath curdles me backward,
into the ditch’s gullet.

hands like tarnished winches,
i wrench, stagger, cling,
yet your seepage slicks the corbelling,
brine of iron thickening in the throat.

i thrash like a rabid,
limbs cadging against sodden turf,
nails serrated on the gristle-clotted earth,
and still you scream,

your wither drips sicklier now,
i see it contort, i see the murids writhe
through the filigree of air.
crows; oscillating, tacit, assay my hands,
perpetually assay, quantifying
how fealty decays in my fingers.
falter not, the fault feeds me yet, they caw.

vine-brother jumps into the cracked loam,
hell opening like funeral pyres beneath him.
he sags, sap-wet and ***** with earth’s grit,
tears mingling with the dust as they leak from his cracked lips.
his hand, crawler’s cold, scrabbles for mine;
i, slack-jointed, pulled into the churn of mire,
find myself dragged into loathsome murk.
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Soph Aug 3
Stuck in a cycle
like a song on repeat
until you get bored of it.
Thinking nothing else,
nothing new
is ever gonna come.

Stuck in a cycle,
where i get better
then worse
than ever before.

Stuck in a cycle,
yearning for recovery,
but at the same time
wanting to get worse
and worse
until the cycle breaks.

Stuck in a cycle,
never knowing
if and how it will end.
CantSeeMe Jun 30
looking at others
didn’t know it bothered

cause when they start to talk
saying things like 'I wish he’d call'

it hurts
I know I can't say that
cause they are just living their life
happy they look
blooming inside

nothing can destroy that
at least that’s how they feel

I should mind my own business
but-
Should I warn them?
cause it's going to be worse
but for some reason they don’t see the curse

give it time
and everything crashes down
just like…
always
maybe
Reece Jul 13
Ouroboros lived in a forest,
He could’ve been like anyone before us.
He lived his life filled with pride,
Masking plenty of issues on the inside.
Ouroboros always believed he was in the right,
Despite the many times he was on the wrong side,
He lived his life filled with pride.
A constant cycle,
In the shape of a circle.
He never learned from his mistakes,
He just brushed them off onto another day,
His friends and family wished he would change,
But he remained the same.
Ouroboros lived in a forest,
He convinced himself that it wasn’t due to his poor choices.
He could’ve been like anyone before us,
Poor Ouroboros.
A constant cycle of believing you're constantly in the right,
A never-ending circle consistently spinning because of pride.
Is it worth it to throw everything on the line,
Just because you can’t accept that your side,
Of the issue isn’t the only one on people’s minds?
Poor Ouroboros,
A somber chorus,
And the poor forest can’t ignore his cries.
All this strife due to pride.
Ellie Jul 12
TW: mentions of addiction


Addiction is like a game
It make you believe you are in control
“I can stop if I want”
But can you?
Can you get rid of its grasp on you
Its claws will dig in to your skin
Trying to pull you back
You will wither like a flower
And think “just 1 more time”
That 1 more time turns to 9
That 9 turns binding
The bind that will not break
If you don’t stop today
The cycle will repeat tomorrow
Like ring around the Rosie
Around and around
till you collapse
You must break the cycle
Before the cycle breaks you.
bella Jul 10
lots of leaves and tall trees
a blue house staring over me

a feeling alone, mocking me

orange sky and ease
angst building as the sun deepens

can i ever be set free?

from this cycle that witholds me-
recurring power to negativity and gloom

can positivity really be enough for me?

to keep rising again, through dark space-
only able to rely on me

light in obvious places, scares me
a trick waiting to point and tease

doors that seem to be js a push away-

yet i pull

im all in on the losing side of tug a war
once i fall only i can pick myself back up

fear in things that might not be as they seem
balance is key

lack of hope is what gets me
impending doom within me

romanticizing potential like a love novel-
too good to be true

neglect: a forever question of truth

unrealiable feel of belong-
only love can make me feel so small
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