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Saumya May 26
Alone, Alive,
In the midst of skies,
Sat my soul fed up of lies!
Searching for truth, in starry eyes,
A reflection of hope, to dispel the disguise.


Amidst the shimmering starlight,
I saw a bleak dark sky,
As if it wished,
To hold me tight.

The roars were high,
The stars? they glimmered  bright,
But ah! That sky,
Why did it caught my sight?
For in its depths, a secret slept,
A mystery that my soul had kept.

With utmost sigh,
My heart, pounding high,
I dared to ask the bleaker sky,
"You're dark, you quiet,
You ain't alike the rest of the sky,
But I wonder, why
I'm lost into your sight!"
The sky replied, in a whisper low,
'Your soul is drawn to the secrets I know'

"A forlorn soul has no secrets you know?
What secrets to keep?
When you know them all,
But they all, know you
But do they really know you?"
The sky smiled faintly, with a hint of pain,
'Your secrets are safe, but the truth remains'


Some truths these days,
Are a sorry sight,
Be truthful,
And you'll have no friends,
Be untruthful,
And you'll have swarm of fans!
'Honesty's a luxury few can afford,
In a world where lies are the popular chord'

The drummer no more
Drums tunes of truth,
Since, the crowd gets good,
With the  sheer untruth.

Why Blame the Crowd,
Why Blame the art,
When the devil and demons,
Both reside in our hearts?
For in the depths of our souls,
a battle rages on,
Between the light of truth and the darkness that's grown.

To sail through the darkness,
Takes a lot of tides,
Hence people are good,
At its piercing strides!
"And though the darkness may seem to prevail,
The light of resilience will never fail"

Why can't we light,
Our lamps of hope?
Our lamps of courage?
A faith to cope?

The fear is in us,
The fuel is in us,
When we are our dawn,
We are our dusk?
When we are the universe,
The universe is us?
Why can't we be,
What we are truly should be?
But settle for less,
And don't set us free?

"For in the depths of our souls,
a spark remains,
A flame that flickers
with the light of our true selves' reign"

To blow a candle,
Needs little hope,
To burn it all,
Needs a brain shallow.
"For in the blink of an eye,
a spark can fade,
And in a careless move,
a world can be made!"

It was you to decide then,
It'll be you who decides now,
They knew it then,
The'll know it now,
Then why not do,
That's best to do?
"For time may change the circumstances,
but not the soul,
The choices we make,
will forever be our goal"

'Arise, awake,
You forlorn soul!
This world's a dais ,
And you're a hero,
Who came here with nothing,
Who's gonna go back without anything,
Then why not do that's best and supreme?

The greatest prize,
Is the breeze you breath,
The water you drink,
The food you eat,
Your healthy body,
Your happy people,
Who make it worthy.
Your happy soul,
That makes you free

And one fine day,
When you're done with your plot,
You'll get that heavenly call,
Anywhere, anytime
Aptly on spot,
And you, human soul
Will yet again,
Be 'Nothing'!

Hence do yourself a favour each day,
If you should and must,
Till the day you stay,
Tell yourself it's not bout fright,
But how you end up things in delight
Ever truth,
Has a darker side,
Every lie,
Not gleams that bright,
Give yourself the best you can give,
'Before you die,
…live!'
Before you die,
…Live!
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Anais Vionet Jan 16
My daddy—he once told me
don’t ever play with nuns
they’ll hit you with their rulers
it won’t be any fun

I snuck out of that prison
and now I’m on the run

Once freed from that schoolhouse
I sunbathed in the sun
I stayed out late, I went on dates
looking out for number-one

When I think of what I went through
of all the tired repressive lies
I keep running wise, in slick disguise
my purpose is renewed

Don’t ever let ‘em tell you
you can’t have any fun
If they preach that hackneyed drivel
grab some things and run
.
.
Songs for this:
Cold Heart (PNAU Remix) by Elton John & Dua Lipa
I'm Still Standing by Elton John
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 01/15/25:
hackneyed = uninteresting, unfun, dull and unoriginal.

*stolen almost directly, in spirit anyway, from that freewheeling rebel, Johnny Cash

My first 8 years of school were parochial

(**PIC**) what three days back at college will do to you.
a silva Nov 2024
Inside me lives the regret of high school.
Was standing beside achievers worth it?
I stood proud, loud; but what did it cost me?

My crippling body—frail, pale, and exhausted.
Was this the trophy? Was I proud to show this?
I was among the great, yet I was a pretender.
A pretender that I was okay with this lifestyle—
To keep up with the pressure, but was I really?

In the end, who was I trying to impress?
Was I supposed to feel this empty?
I achieved something, yet it meant nothing.
I stood on that pedestal, but the crowd was empty.
Now, I carry on the weight of who I tried to be.
Zywa Aug 2022
I'm the first to leave,

because I'm a spectator --


of repetitions.
"De kennismaking - Faxen aan Ger #1" ("The introduction - Faxing to Ger #1", November 16th, 1994, published 2017, Nicolien Mizee)

Collection "Out of place"
Charlotte Huston Sep 2020
Am I a MACHINE?
For I feel;

automatic
broken down
dull

There’s no
Repairs to be done

I am a Machine -
Full of bolts
And scrap
Driving me haywire
Until;
I don’t work anymore
Anhedonia - An inability to experience pleasure from activities usually found enjoyable.
dailythoughts May 2020
… and then he massaged after months

my heart lost its rhythm  
my mind lost its focus

my fingers lost their control
my eyes lost their dullness
Hannah Christina Mar 2019
That weight in my head
like honey in a jar
Dripping pain against insides of my skull on whichever side I roll
It's heavy, but floating
like black and sluggish cloud
Dripping, dizzy
Caused by dehydration, maybe stress,
or else the tears I never cried are staring to solidify.
I had a headache.  It's better now.
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Pale light
shines down
reveals the blank page.
Nothingness; an opporunity
- infinite.
the fool rushed in,
fiddled with some words,
adding up to nothing.
That’s the worst of it;
light wasted
and ink
and paper.
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