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Hadrian Veska Jun 26
Down the hall
Back and to the right
Past a broken neon sign
Through an unlocked door
Then down four flights
A hole in the wall
In a room on the left
Follow it down
Through dirt and rock
After more than a while
You'll see a faint light
A oil lamp hanging
Kept by those who travel
So bring some won't you
The oil that is
Not much further past
You'll  find what you seek
The city beneath the city
The world and the way
That we abandoned long ago
The past they made us forget
And the future that might still be
Zywa Jun 25
Sarcophagus earth

eats the flesh, the bones remain --


and airy shadows.
Poem "Verder leven" ("Live on", 2021, Marjoleine de Vos), collection "*** verschillig" ("How indistant")
Odysseus meets his mother in the underworld (plus Teiresias and Agamemnon)

Sarcophagus = flesh-eating

Collection "Moist glow"
Gravity holding us on this planet,
As we rotate, somewhere, In outer space,
Earth, reproduces for free, our survival needs,
In your mind, a beautiful, peaceful place.
With a sun always around, free, light and heat,
For without, its bright orange fire, we would freeze,
From our head, to the toes, on our feet.
Many lit, evening sky’s, moon and stars reflecting the sun’s light,
With running water, rivers, streams, and creeks,
With mountains, valleys, and different colorful plants, wonderful sites,
Fish and other creatures, living  ln lakes, oceans, and seas,
Different, birds in the day, many shapes, and colors,
Along with other, animals, that roam in the night,
A perfect place, for every race, to survive, together, as happy as can be.




                                                                                                                                             The original: Tom Maxwell© 6 6/17/2025 AD
I can hear it
The whooshing of the breeze through the branches of the tallest of trees

I can see it
The billions of glittering stars dancing on the still water mirrored from the sun high above

I can feel it
The cool lush cushion of grass beneath my bare feet tickling my toes

I can taste it
The fresh open air purifying my lungs with every breath I take

I can sense it
The freedom that calls to me on a primal level
This is where I belong

In nature
We belong amongst nature
It calls to us
[ ]
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Hear, the crumbling of the Earth
Here, the end of Venus' birth
As I lie in bare land with bare feet and swollen eyes
I found that my cries mean nothing in a rock where the air reigns in a voiceless bound
--My cries mean nothing in a rock where every part of my being is the Earth itself, resound

I.
Hear, the crumbling of the Earth
Rumble, tumble, crumple, stumble, crumble
I clung to my lungs as the minuscule particles start to dwindle
I reached for my nostrils and felt the spills of aeolian thrills
I opened my mouth and tasted the brittle sand from a forsaken land

II.
Here, the end of Venus' birth
My love, disintegrating, shattering in robust fragility
Fluvial murky patterns, ruining steps of vitality
Disintegrating, shattering in quiet intensity
Tides formulate the next city of Venus' death

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At last, I lie in bare land with bare feet and sunken eyes
There will never be a winning fight against the inexorable decay of time
In the name of violent rage and anger --I gnashed my teeth
Until my jaws begin to fracture,
Teeth,
        falling a
                        p
                              a
                                    r
                                           t,
                                                there was never a fight to begin with...
i wrote this last year for an earth science project,,,, looking back, i think this piece is missing something,,,, i'm not thinking too much about it though, the right words will come to me, one day! one day! but for now, this is enough :)))
heidi Jun 5
Waiting for the worms,
I rest still in my casket
for the Earth's embrace
6.4.25
Megan Jun 3
like the earth,
i orbit and observe—
sunshine and ghosts,
moonlit secrets put to sleep
in mornings shadowed
by entities of me.

where i roar not loud enough to be heard,
only whispered—
a metaphysical battle of words.

asleep and awake at the same time,
a cosmic shroud,
a star without shine.
The Outlet May 29
I try to walk the Earth,
Yet, I'm impeded.
The planet's rotation,
Keeps me pacing.
Each good memory keeps on replacing,
With something worse,
Plus a better, yet, imagined one.
A G Osborne May 28
Aerate my mind,
Plant the bulbs of new thought,
As germination of your methods begin, roots take in other parts of my brain.
The soil of my mind, so rich with life, do not give me ericaceous ideas.
Know my temperament, know my methods, know what to pollinate.
Let me blossom on my own accord,
While you may be deciduous, let me be
Evergreen.
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