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The Foodie One May 2020
I've got
no Roots -

They've been ripped
Off
of me;

my Being,
a wandering Soul
sailing across
Seas of Desolation.
© 06/05/20
Axion Prelude Mar 2020
You found peace among the storm
I sought blindly in the distance
Once, our eyes met; no more
Forlorn, begotten, but misplaced
Regret is my eternal lover
We will never be that sultry fate
One missed opportunity at a time, I disgrace my life through incessant mistakes which rue the chance, lost to misguided nature and abhorrent misreprepresentation.

A prisoner to the mistakes and judgment of others, my heart wilts fervently, and forever now.

I lost.
insane Mar 2020
let the pain and hurt
overtake everything
until you are left alone with
the numbness ;
Usama Firdous Feb 2020
If only it is meant to happen

No persuasion will bring a hindrance.


Pain is subjective, sorrows are possessed

Light aches my eyes, in the dark I am depressed


Insomnia bothers me, maybe I should curse it.

I should not swallow the bitter, maybe just spit.



It wasn’t a matter of months, but my wishes took so long

Thoughts beyond west of the west but emotions don’t go so long


In spite of respite, desolate notions are still popping

Worst is to happen, nothing is for stopping.
see me here as well.
https://lifeinexplosions.blogspot.com/
Ylzm Feb 2020
As far as the eye sees
To the horizon and all around
Nothing but endless emptiness
I cannot go back for futility it’s not

The voice whispering within
This is the way walk in it
Not a sound, not a soul, not a wind
But all light, bright, silent and peace

The strangeness in my heart
I bear to the land beyond
Strange tongues surrounded me
Too long, too long, away from home

Renewed in every step
Refreshed by the stars
Strengthened in every breathe
And my food is my heart

As the blind sees not the stars
The prophet knows not the future
But only the assurance of the truth
Thus I walk the endless vastness
Blessed are those whose strength is in You,
whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.
As they pass through the Valley of Baca,
they make it a place of springs;
even the autumn rain covers it with pools.
They go from strength to strength,
until each appears before God in Zion.
[Ps 84:5-7]
Yindrachapa Nov 2019
Do you match cloths with stars?
Do birds invade you?
Do flying machines disarray you?
Oh! Dear desolated clouds.
Half finished
Niki Gray Oct 2019
Remain humble and kind
always let your light shine.
Like a beacon of hope
to those wary, lost souls
on the hunt for a lamp
to light their barren path.
setting each step aglow
out of desolation.
Thank you to all my family and friends who support me and inspire me to be the best version of myself.  Special shout out to my husband Jim and my children Sydney and James thank you for loving me.  Thank you Christian,Todd, Sheela and Courtney for always giving great advice,  inspiration and encouragement. Thank you God for blessing me with so many things.
Umi Jul 2019
A stimulating impulse,
Leading to the center of a drying up ocean,
Never a wish granted, it dries up to extinction,
What little hope it holds, vanquished in an instant,
Life that now cannot grow out of light, creates a desert,
How many souls will it take until it is satisfied with its destruction ?
Only sorrow may remain as the one true victor.
A heart felt fancy would be the assumption,
Of a brighter, lively future,
Yet there is no faith in it ever coming,
It is but a lost dream.

~ Umi
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