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Radhika Lusted Feb 2020
It’s a crazy world we live in
Feeding doubt with fear
Living in regret
Year after year
Thinking of a dream
But is it ever near?
You’ll only live a happy life
If you per-sue this one career
But is that what you want?
Or what you’re brainwashed
to believe?
You’ve been taught to work for life
So that you never have to leave
Forever incomplete
As we search for finish lines
We’ve been running for so long
That now we’re running out of time  
Living life to die  
While we’re dying to live  
Cause this empty pointless life
Has nothing to give
Bhill Feb 2020
Walking through the memories of mindlessness
Attempting to see what has been and not what will be
This is the understanding and awareness of historical events
Is this experience worthy of our amazement and discovery

Of course
We have to see what has been to prepare for what is yet to come...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 32
solfang Nov 2019
if love at first sight exist,
why are you still here?
go find love.
Bhawna Nov 2019
All I want is a voice
To give my song a meaning
express same emotion
my soul is feeling
...
Wanna have someone to stare
With a couple of thoughts raising
Disturbing my mind
Make my heart pacing
...
Someone invisible to world
Someone transparent
Ofcourse it's a fantasy
Cause I can't go against them

...
Wish you knew
That even after me seen with everyone
I can't see anyone with me
At times it's the best feeling
But I don't just know how is it going
Time like tide is flowing
N I can't stop it , don't want to stop it
...
Wish I find ☮️...
relahxe Aug 1
Alone
In solitude
I am rediscovered
And now I need to lose myself
Again
Nylee Sep 2019
It was just yesterday I revealed little of myself to you. Then again I changed within hours and discovered a little more of myself.

Standing in the mirror, the reflection and the light flicker. The candle flame added another warm shade as part of me fade away.

A plunge ahead comes with fall to follow, it is easy when we walk slow. The pace of my thoughts is lost, ahead of me in its exploration.

Someday there will be ease, hopefully with more of the inner peace. The sweater will keep me warm, my armour will save me from harm.

So open to the world and vulnerable for a second and more, shields up in moments later. Trust escapes and gets captured in a matter of time.

It is dizzy and not, words in world and too many thoughts. Aging but learning, drowning but burning, the ironies are shining bright.
wmv Sep 2019
From a Galeano-style piece titled "DISCOVERY":

He can see himself standing there, happier than he is right now. He can see himself with everyone else together, laughing and enjoying life.  But he knows, “That isn’t me”. At least, not yet. But he knows he can choose to be that person who knows who they are. He knows he will discover who he is.

He can see himself, just beyond the veil.

But he won’t cross it. Not until he’s sure it’s himself he’s looking at.
a piece written for an activity in my freshman year english class. meant to emulate the style galeano used in book of embraces.

dated october 20, 2015

roast me fam
imparo Sep 2019
I am a small bird,
thirsty to explore the world.
I've got small wings,
seeking for the touch of the wind.

I hop and hop, but I never go so far,
my head keeps bumping on a bar.
I am feed well, yes, but I'll never grow
living in this cage I've always known.
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