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Arii 36m
I stand on a cliff,
at the edge of the world.
Letting the wind and the sky envelop

me.

I run for it.
I run for the adrenaline and the life.
The ground breaks beneath
my feet

I float with the air,
the sun is in my hands.

The world crumbles.
Nevermind,
the stars still look after me

even as I
awake.
San 1d
With a compass of sheer curiosity, I roam,  
An oxymoron guiding me to unknown realms,  
Chasing the edge of a world that’s never shown,  
Looking for paradise at every place,
Only to find in the void, a blank space.

Each question a spark, a thread to unwind,  
But this thread, it tangles, no answers to find,  
In the labyrinth of thought, I'm lost, confined,  
Curiosity's compass, leading a confused mind.

In the edge of a cliff, I stand up straight.
I see a mirror, staring back at me is my own fate.
Reflecting not my face, but just my shadow,  
The more I chase the light, the more I grow hollow.

In a labyrinth of thoughts, where every twist and bend,  
Feels both familiar and foreign, a journey with no end.
In the tangled vines of confusion, making things worse,
Engulfed in this darkness, being one with the curse.

They see me as mysterious, a figure shrouded in mist,  
But I wander the same paths, where exits don’t exist.  
Chasing a ghost, an echo of who I thought I'd be,  
Yet finding only illusions, hopes that deceive me.

I search for something lost, that perhaps was never there,  
A fleeting dream, a whisper, dissolving in the air.  
Endlessly I walk, seeking what I cannot see,  
A labyrinth of my making, where I’m never found to be.
i can’t count
the number of times
i wished i could
rip my heart
out of my chest
but heartbreak is
inevitable..
you can’t convince
your way out of it
by telling yourself
it didn’t happen
or that it wasn’t real
if it hurts, it hurts
there is no escape
no shortcuts
to skip the pain.
Mary Feb 18
I’ve got the ache, it tells me: “Wrong!”
And I keep thinking all day long,
Is this the way, is this the time?
Or is that what I do a crime?

The thoughts of worry burn me down.
I’m zoning out, lost track of time.
I wanna run away from town,
Escape chills going down my spine.

Once craving mind is now in ruins.
The heart can’t see, it’s blank and blind.
I guess I’m horrified of humans,
In cruel world I’m helpless child.

Cold hearted world is what I face,
It’s suffering that I embrace.
Looking for place where I belong,
It’s on the other side of storm.

To get out I have to go through,
Forget what I believed was true.
Though I won’t forget tears of pain that I cried,
I promise I’ll foster myself not to hide.
the drunken door is open    issuing fumes
the loss of what society betrays    a deflated relaxed option
                                                          ­of empty rebellion

season away life   in mood with loss
fumed with the doorway    and its dark yawn
i am reminded of putting fruit flies 'to sleep'
                            in a school lab class
11/02/25
Jeff Bresee Feb 16
There’s a corner of eternity
where I’ve built a simple home.
A place that I can go to
when I want to be alone.

A place where winds of
time and space glide gently
through the air.

A place each time I leave,
I’m longing,
wishing I were there.

We deal with many things in life,
so much that brings us down.
We swim through burdens, paddling,
hoping that we will not drown.

I guess we all have to survive,
we have to make our way.
But there is more to life than that,
you have to get away.

Follow your dreams
and wonderous things,
allow your mind to go
to places where your body can’t
and if you do, you’ll know –

that Heaven is inside of you.
You’ll find that you’re still there.
Go find your corner of it,
build your home and rest from care.
Vianne Lior Feb 10
I used to dream of
distant shores,
where the waves could drown
everything I couldn't bury,
until
the day I dreamed of
home,
and realized it was just
a graveyard
for what I never let go.
Never enough for them
Vianne Lior Feb 10
I thought I could outrun the weight,
but the burden was never mine—
like a passenger begging for control,
but only the crash was waiting,
and I didn't even scream.
Lostling Feb 10
Stuck in a time loop
Of endless days with only false ends in sight
Filled with papers
That cut me up and down
Till I’m once again a coward
Wanting the easy escape
Just to break the cycle
Just to make the pain stop
Forever
I hate school and I don’t know what to do.

(Though time may pass and sessions change, it wavers not, this lasting pain)
kel Feb 7
if you bring me roses
I'll tell you I like them half-dead
and petal by petal, the rose closes
as I stare at it from my bed.
would you teach me how to love,
how to love a blooming rose?
your hand could fit mine like a glove
yet I'll still hide the feelings that arose.
I love escaping,
but please hold onto me even if our love is slipping.

I just want somebody to love me.
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