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Harry 2d
As I sit here
Staring at the submit button
I think of the times that I couldn't even
Start
A wave of emotion overcomes me
As I remember where
I once
Started
The clock ticks midnight
The link
Closes
And I am left
In a confused state
Of nostalgia for what once
Was
We thought the machines, the extraterrestrials or even the gods themselves would come down and stop us.
We had it seemingly coded within us, thinking there was some hard boundary that we would not be allowed to cross.

But no one came.
There was no one to stop us.
No one to contain our endless ambition.
The universe had no natural mechanism to contain such an intelligent virus, and indeed that is what we are.

From world to world galaxy to galaxy we leapt,
ever quicker ever more hungry.
We became all the things that our ancient fantasies and fictions
told us we would fight.
We became the machines, we became the extraterrestrials
and even greater than the gods themselves,
whom we gave up trying to find eons ago.

We knew now that anyone in existence who dreamed of gods, dreamed ever so dimly of us. Or they would,
if there was anything left that could dream.
Here in the infinite cold dark,
a universe stripped clean like meat off of a bone.
There was an old saying that we came from dust,
and to dust we shall return.
We rest content now,
knowing we took all creation with us.
Who promised you tomorrow?
Who promised you today?
Who said that is for certain
you'll take another breath?

Who said that life will get you
everything you deserve?
Who said that death is awful?
And that there is The End?

Who lied about the future,
who lied about the past?
Who made you sad? Who turned you
in  giant made of dust?
Soul 4d
Shinning bright
in the misty night,
the only light
in sight;—
From your polished
face, I waited
once for long.
Like a song
it ended, leaving
you on my sighing
bare hands.
In the distant lands
my fame grew;—
Not a single dew
drop I saw
in my raw
life.
But why?
I cried;—
Why did
you left my
heart lie,
made of
tough;
grey steel—
Still warm
from the fire
you never meant
to stay?
Succeeding Life doesn't mean you let others fall as you move on the track...
Maria 5d
I woke up early today.
I woke up close to the sun.
There's an abyss of thoughts in my head,
Those that can't be there. None.

I try not to think. I try to sleep back.
But it's no use! They press for no why.
They press in my temples! They press pack my chest!
Thoughts of those, who scarifies.

I don't know where to run me whole?
Where can I find my peace?
It's my hopelessness... It's my end...
I guess they are my guilt and penance.
Thank you for reading this poem! 🙏
Soul 5d
Nestled in your bones,
Ravens cloaked in black;
Murmurs, whispers, cackles—
soaring into the good night
by the Grey mist.
Clothes all torn; Worn;
tightened with spider webs.
Holding my grip by
my wrinkled bare hands—
Your gnarled roots all wet!
Soaked; Below my slippers
in the midst of silence,
as my shadow trips
on to your solemn face.
Did you know?
Did you know that
I held you in my
soft, young palms
seventy years ago?
I thank you,
my precious dear ally,
for keeping my wilted
dead red rose warm,
as my heart broke apart.
Now it's time.
For you shall engulf
my stone dome grave
with your gentle heart.
For I shall close my eyes
with my final breath.
Before I ask you;
Entomb it for me,
will you?
Death cannot stop Love!
Arii Jun 22
It’s usually said
That your fingers go numb first.
That the cold gets to your hands even through layers upon layers of thick cloth that are meant to protect it.
That you can’t tightly grab onto a lifeline when you freeze to death,
Unlike how you would in any other near-death scenario.

Next is your toes,
Your feet follow your hands, losing the feeling in them.
It’s funny, in the way that one of the first things you learn in life is to crawl and walk,
And when you’re on your knees in front of death, you lose the ability to do so.

The next to go is your ears,
They go numb too, making the world sound muffled like it’s underwater.
No hearing people screaming your name as you succumb to the cold,
Only silence in the path to the end.

Your nose goes next,
Feeling like it’s turned to ice or stone,
Smells become distantly unknown,
Only a little into freezing over.

Next are your cheeks—the rest of your face.
Red from the chill as they would in the heat
Except the cold is much more merciful in killing off your nerves before it does you.
It’s a plausible question,
Whether it hurts to smile more because your face throbs or because you’re drowning in your demise.

And then goes your chin.
It’s hard to communicate when you’re dying,
Less so to call for help,
And more so to say goodbye to everything you know.
It’s going to happen eventually,
And when it happens, you can’t guarantee you’ll be able to say goodbye,
Or even want to in the first place.
another random write from yesterday
Tsuki no ume Jun 18
These hordes of peasants,These foul resentments,
Staring me with those envious eyes
Losing themselves in dense lies
Forgetting themselves ;aimlessly walking
Dumping their minds in shamful stalkings
Thou where the world has lost and gone
O' disgracing viles! O'  discracing viles!
Drowning, Descending ;
Vales O' Vales!
Forget this world and its loathing tales!
Slipping from memory ;both mind and thoughts
Disregard! Disregard! Untruthful lies you had ought
From the dark obsidian heart of yours
One so black ,scorned with ores
Disdain ! Disdain! O' impure scorns
Shall we punish those who mourn
Fetid ! O Fetid! Discard 'em on thorns
All your pains died in vain
Those ardent flames burnt by rain
Insolent opressor die to sleep
Dreadful throngs bound to heep
All withered flowers have harvested and reap
Disp'izd Love have fallen a leap
The calamity no longer has to keep
The sorrows ,pains,O misfortune woes
Open the door to death and see
Dont beg Azrael another weep
Shut your eyes drift to sleep
Kiss the death ;Free from grief
Tis' a gift ;No bitter Agony
Now fall in love with demised ravens
Cloaking in darkness ;Forevermore
Love it more !Love it more
Orysons aloft !O' Dead Lores
Save me O' honoured Lord
Let me see the spring of death
Let me see the seasons beg
The cry ,The plea of flowers unheard
Dead sea ,Dead waters and birds
The embered bones shall wither away
I Fray O' Fray ;tis' Behold array
Tis' sweet ecstasy ;All too fair
All solemned All condemned,
Etched this heart ;Alighten a flare
Have no vigour ;O' hand me a *****
Digging deep this soil i wade
For me to lie where i was made
A perched coffin; left a spare
Tis' A Heavan forevermore
My spulchural burial ;evermore
Say my name ; say it no more
I withered in neverthness ;In Never more
O' in Nevermore!
O' in Nevermore!
              __tsuki no ume.
Calm yourself, dear soul;  
the difficult times do not last forever.  
Everything comes to an end,  
and sometimes an ending is simply the universe's way of giving you time to recognize that your path is shifting.  
The direction you take will ultimately lead you home.  
Embrace the shift and listen closely to its whispers.  
Just as you can hear the echo of wisdom within a seashell you’ve picked up from the shore,  
you too can hear this guidance if you quiet your mind and soul enough to listen.

-Rhia Clay
C Cavierre Jun 10
It wasn’t the two of us at the start.
Day turned to night,
and suddenly we couldn’t part.
From one of the many faces,
To one I could pick out from the crowd.
We weren’t sure of ourselves before,
But one thing’s for sure now.
We’re caught in the torrent —
We found ourselves headed to the deep end.
to those who’ve given it a chance
and the fruition of that given chance
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