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fly girl fly
above the world
above its filth
we rule the world’s sky

fly girl fly
above god’s throne
above the angels
together we shall never die
GS 5d
Wherever I go, I am a guest.
In the restless sea of my mind,
I find no peace, no rest,
No glowing light to guide me.
Where is my home, my heaven lost -
The one I was meant to find?
Draumgaldr Jul 23
Whatever I think, I say it and mean it.
I wear my heart on the seams of my sleeve.
The coming wind holds my poems and their meanings,
Like smoke, I let it pass over me.

I follow every laughter, every melancholy feeling.
I tread every road that I ever see.
To be alive is to bear the searing
Fiery breath of what caused us to be.

I, that hold the cold of summer leaving,
Can only sense that I hold my poetry—
That which I hope has sailed with the weary,
That which I dread always follows me.
Whispers of fire and smoke trail behind the steps we cannot see—carrying burdens and blessings alike. This is the breath that births and haunts.
vik Jul 18
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      > where drifts the self?

frore strath
  where stalkers
drip their sultry rest
  and our shoulders
thaw
  into
the moor of dumb ”Earth”;

  > where do the ARROWS lead?

   to the soft cortège of gut
  slunk in eve’s
inferring weave;
  often whit’s
threnode
  where bre^th ignores its end

       > what stirs now?

  wearing the guise of lack
   [...]
ego, and
a patch of moss in sombre ”snow”
  lurching
beyond limbs,
  beyond need

       > when loosens time?

  the night clasps
 thin as the sigh of origin
  and i
(and we)
  one sunken, shallow leaf;
  do not rise /
do not recall

       > none beside?

  only the dreary,
  detailed fatigue
  of being
  unmade, unmade...
  
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The Poem

"Life is the true poem"

July 18, 2025.

A gaze from the sixth sense,
to seek that poem, "The Poem."
That poem that is always there,
to dive into life searching.
Where life is the only poem,
that poem that holds everything.
Where everything is, to see,
to feel, that it unveils itself,
in pieces for life.
In pieces searching,
for that ideal poem.
Reflections of life,
that are just,
there in everything.
Unfurled,
pieces,
parts,
souls,
poet.
In that,
which is,
something,
more.
You,
and
...
Traveler Jul 15
I feel as if I have a solid understanding.
But I know better.

No one can know god more than anybody else.
Source is limited by names.

As we experience life,
the soul gathers expectations.
Existence is simply an inspiration.
.
We are all in one accord
with what is and what will be.
And now it’s time to change
to a higher frequency..
Traveler Tim
Yash Shukla Jul 11
देव भेटला तर विचारेन त्याला –
तू ही सृष्टी बनवलीच कशाला?
का बनवलास तू हा सूर्य,
आणि का बनवलीस ही ग्रहमाला?

का पाणी तू निळंच बनवलंस,
का चंद्राला ठेवलास पांढरा?
आणि का आहेत हिरवी झाडं,
अन् का केशरी भंडारा?

का पृथ्वी सर्वात वेगळी?
का फक्त मानवच हुशार?
का मानव एवढा क्रूर,
आणि का प्राणी लाचार?

का मनुष्याने केली प्रगती?
का बदलली ही दुनिया सारी?
स्वतःला संपवण्याची करत आहे का
स्वतःच मनुष्य तयारी...?
ही कविता १० एप्रिल २०२० रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
Arii Jul 6
When the world grows
too loud or too fast,
it’s a good idea
to take a step back
and huddle away
into an empty space
where neither sound
nor time
can hurt you,

let silence envelop
your soul—not your self.

Eventually
the grass will grow
and the wind will settle,
all will slow
like in a lush meadow,

and far away
will the struggle drift.

The sky will grow white
with clouds that never rain,
gardens will grow green
without a single ****,

the sun will beat down
not bullets but care,
that nurtures the grass blades
through growth
and lifts the vapour into
the air.

Dimensions and galaxies will
pause,
for the universe cannot
feed.

And all will be.
Not like an ordinary man;
Lesser, filthier still.
I'm a mirror; an imitation,
Whose existence only grows shrill

No thoughts are wholly mine
No desire my heart would spin
I'm a fluid searching a vessel
Just to mold itself in.

No heights have I conquered,
Those marches weren't mine
I am no climber of pursuit,
In no success will I dine.

In no reality will I exist,
Even my dreams aren't of me
I'm not a dreamer in this dreamy world;
Only nightmares residing in me.
Semblance
Echoform
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