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A token of loss.

The fact that a trip can't last makes the illusion cruel.
And yet, you take it.
Who wouldn't choose that over this?
And yet, the thinking itself reached an end, dwindled.
You can't return
without leaving part of yourself in the site dwelled.

You find yourself at the edge of oblivion.
The tacit rapture. Tzion. Nirvana.
The heaven that makes you up.
The souvenir photo shows you
as you've never been yourself there.

You weren't even here.
August 9, 2025. Westwards in the clouds above the Pacific Ocean. Flight from LA to BJ.
Flowed, the stillness,
Flamed, the sinfulness,
Engulfed, the holiness,
Edged, the tenderness,

Lulled, the illness
Leaned, the lightness
Surged, the doubtlessness,
Sparkled, the wilderness,

Colored, the coldness,
Collided, the casualness,
Tamed, the loneliness,
Torched, the goodness,
Dumped, the steadiness,
Drifted, the faintness,
Bloomed, the apartness,
Burned, the angleness,

had I housed pieces of music
of salvation in depth
of constellation in paradise.
of darkness, of thee.
10:52 April 17, 2024. Somewhere between home and school.
You are the one
I am holding on the edge
The one keeping me from where
Nothing is left
The one cord leaving my hand
Unhurt and untouched
Fate seems to have found a way
To let this cord not rust
And should I ever wish to let go
At the deep bottom of the crevice in the crust
Loneliness and darkness shall await me
For you were all there was of bright in my world
Anais Vionet Jun 24
On the far edge of the world there are
fanatics of many minds and religions.
They have uninteresting histories,
jejune existences, and distorted ideas of nature.

Some are belligerent, felony-friendly foreigners.
I’ve never given them a single thought,
because they're nothing to me.

They’re insignificant—living curiosities
and I grant them no more sympathy
than I would a flock of wild birds.

Of course, I’d never wish to harm wild birds
unless they had the wherewithal to attack me,
in inimitable, Hitchcock style.
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Songs for this:
Kashmir by  by Toni Jevicky
broken people by narcissists cookbook
Bring Me to Silence (Audiotree Live) by Fievel Is Glauque
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 06/23/25:
Wherewithal refers to the means, skills, resources, or money that is needed to get or do something.

felony-friendly =  terrorist or crime adjacent
Jeremy Betts Nov 2024
I swear...
I didn't mean to **** the best of me
Or squash what I like in me
Yet here I stand
****** weapon in hand
My essence
Dripping down the blade
Like rain from a cloud
Or tears of a clown
Landing on the razors edge
A familiar sight and sound

©2024
It's like walking on PINS and NEEDLES,
which is very, very HARD to ENDURE,
While going through TRYING TIMES, and HARDSHIPS,
Looking for HOPE but just NOT TOO SURE.


When LIFE is GIVING you LEMONs or
You are just HANGING on by a THREAD,
or looking for a SCAPEGOAT or,
MAYBE IT ALL IN YOUR HEAD.


Whenever there is a PROBLEM,  
an ISSUE or NO RESOLUTION,
JUST ALWAYS REMEMBER:
THOUGH IT ALL!!!
There will always be a SOLUTION!!!


When Your NERVES are on the EDGE, and
YOU'RE COMPLETELY LOOSING CONTROL,
Your MIND is GOING SIDEWAYS,
As if you have NO PLACE ELSE TO GO,
When your NERVES are GETTING THE BEST of YOU, and
THOUGHTS are going TO and FRO.


Just TAKE in a FEW DEEP BREATHS L,
A give a STERN GLANCE,
LET GO of your FRUSTRATIONS and
Here comes your BIG CHANCE,


To LET GO OF the NERVES and
the TENSION,
For, this FEELING IT WILL NOT LAST,
IT WILL SUBSIDE and then GO AWAY, and
Your ANXIETY will be in the PAST!!!!


B.R.
Date:  10/31/2024
maria Oct 2024
I've always stayed behind
never  up front and confident
unlike my friends...
always high and mighty

up front they stay
always leaving me behind
never waiting
at some point they keep me at the edge

instead of being at the edge,
be behind that edge.
fall even
if it means always being there with someone

someone cares.
care? who will care for me?
Jess May 2024
Too scared
Too meek
Too quiet to speak

Pushed to the edge

When the meek
Start to speak

Speak up

Don't Speak
Jeremy Betts Mar 2024
Still breathing
But gave up trying
Heart still beating
Though I feel I've lost my life
Living proof grief hits harder than dying

I don't want to stop trying
And yes, I'd love to stop crying
'Cause life can be so deflating
I spot the gleem of the razor edge
And it looks so inviting

Death defying
I stole this pale horse I'm riding
Wrath and vengeance shouldn't be so enticing
What will it take to get my life back on track?
Hell, has it ever been?
I'm...
I'm having trouble remembering

©2024
Unpolished Ink Sep 2022
Watching from the edge
You can view eternity
Closer than you think
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