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Ryun 1d
beauty in simplicity, ink spills
on a page, nothing more
so take the easy path
of least connection, no point
to effort, effect instead comfort
bed made up in the ether
betray not dreams
but eternity lingers in your breath
expelled in a line
your mien to mine
Another writing exercise piece, more a poem fragment than a complete one, so it might be worked into another poem in the future
Ryun Oct 3
robbery
              shattered shell
you
              of darkness
are
              hollow heart
bled
              stain not
dry
              but still
must
              wait for
you
              dawn and
save
              when through
me
              life lived
now
              you remain
still
              not mine
we
              embrace and
wait
              in silence
for
              tonight we die
More experimental writings, a fun challenge to write in threes.
Chris Pea Jul 13
Breathe deep, fill your lungs
expanding the chest to extend life
slowly release with lips tightly pursed
til the emptyness seems to make you gasp

eyes defocus as if emptyed of life
waiting for the next ******* in of air
when it comes they focus again
taking in the view over the vallys below

Legs give a tremour, muscles exhausted
knees requesting a seat to relieve the weight
hamstrings are tight, threatening to snap
tendons strained at the ankles, stretched just to far

and all you can think as you stand there
looking back from the direction that you came
and shaking your head unbelieving the pain
is why did I attempt to ride up this ****** hill
MetaVerse May 22

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                                                                ­                       a
                                        ­                                         &
                                                                ­          up            
                                        ­                            up        
                                                              up­                
                             up                                 
up                                                     
            ­down               
                                          down

Zywa May 14
I can't keep up with

him, he walks fast, his body --


is made for crutches.
Novel "Reddende engel" ("Saviour", 2017, Renate Dorrestein), chapter March 11th 19:15

Collection "Old sore"
Jesus' baby May 1
Work out—
Let your body speak:
Flesh stretching,
Fibers straining,
Blood pounding,
Mind alert.

There’s a list—
Push-ups, planks, presses—
Each one chasing the same prize:
Strength.
Discipline.
Endurance.

But one remains unsung,
Unseen in gym mirrors,
Unlisted in fitness charts,
Unshared across the globe.

It is the exercise of the unseen—
A sacred training:
Prayer.

Not whispered ritual,
But a fire-breathed posture—
Spirit clenched,
Soul bending,
Body bowed low.

This workout unbinds:
Spirit ignited,
Soul awakened,
Mind renewed—
A trembling reach
That brushes the robe of God.
Spirit meeting Spirit,
Deep calling unto deep.

They call it prayer.
But I—
I know it as sweat of the soul.

For while the body gains little,
The one who presses through to touch the Divine
Is changed.
Expanded.
Exalted.
Magnified.
The curves, the shape, round,
Every time I touch it, it blows my mind.
Both, fills my hand,
I hold and I squeeze, and I bend.

The long one I hold,
Up and down, I take, as told.
My nerves, now harder,
For other acts, I spread it broader.

My blood flow increases
My mind, endorphin releases.
It feels so hard,
go easy, I am just a new lad.

After all this, I feel exhausted,
My mind and heart, so relaxed.
My day doesn't end well,
As it has become a daily drill.

All that pressure,
is indeed a pleasure.
2 hours of pumping, held in my arms,
good for my biceps, triceps and forearms.

All this with my pair of dumbbells,
A few plates and with barbells.
Ending the act with sit ups,
and a few push ups.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Traveler Jan 30
Footsteps grow stronger
when you leave your path and wander.
Sedentary is a lump of dying flesh..
Take that walk, get some fresh air.
You can clear the mind out there!
Or you can set there on your device,
until there’s nothing left..
Traveler 🧳 Tim
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