A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Feather


Love is unattainable.
Love is a mystery.
Love is impossible to find,
For me.


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Death

Death is something I want
          But can’t bring myself to take
Love
          Is something I lost
             But can’t seem to let go of
And time

         Time is where I drift, lost
                Not knowing any way or
                               place I see

     Forever stuck in between

Anxiety is...
Angst is the absence of security
Grabs your throat until you
witness a desperate scratching
Apparently a quiet squeak appears
It feels like a filthy, stuffing beast
you can't sense it clearly, lucidly
Breath is just a sluggish blaze
Hurting everything on his path
till it leaves thick scars
Bleeds deep darkness behind

No need to panic.
Everyday improvement seems to seethe
By time everything has been melted away
but every last drop of the urge to live
flows gently away until it closely solidifies.
Remaining hope securely condenses
into
****** sure-fire
nothing.
...

Everyone is watching
Some humans are deducing
Singing, humming in their mind
Surrounded by flesh and bones
Neurons and skull
The true me bears a hat
Reliability buries mind control
The higher consciousness
belongs to astrophysicien

Your body is a vehicle and
you are driven by many influences.
You sit inside a vessel with a vast palette of buttons and a huge wheel.
A passenger sits beside you and both of you rotate the wheel.
The car is secretly controlled by an other force.
The one who has real influence to stop the other force has the potential to become complete.
Sincerely, Joy
But one thing's sure
The end.