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Hold on, hold on, just hold on tight,
Though all I want is to give up the fight.
To give in — is death, a cold, quiet call,
To give in — is darkness, the end of it all.
To give in — is silence, a breathless repose,
A sea without wind, where nothing else grows.

A fish swims in circles beneath the blue,
An eagle dives down from the sky so true.
Deep under earth, where no sunbeam has shone,
The emeralds grow, in the dark, all alone.

Yet I am the one who must carry this weight,
Alone in a world with a merciless fate.
Alone, I was missed by the God full of flame,
Who passed me by, not calling my name.

I’d trade this cross on my weary chest
For a stake through the heart and a final rest.
Drive something sharp in the center of me,
Let the willow cry by the still, blind sea.

For the soul still reached, though it crawled and bled,
But the mind believed what the light never said
In nothing but sorrow, in fear, not grace,
In all but love, in a godless place.
Asher 3d
have you ever seen the bugs that aren't really there?
heard whispers in silence, echoes in air?
do you ever drift as your body walks on
mind far away, but your limbs still drawn?

like a puppet pulled by invisible thread,
going through motions while thought plays dead.
a machine in flesh, with a ghost inside,
screaming no, while the hands comply.

that’s what i’m in, this vacant storm,
a hollow shell in a human form.
i don’t feel real; i’m smoke in the sky.
not even death feels like a why.

everything’s nothing, it all feels fake,
a dream you forget the moment you wake.
even heaven, even hell, seem bare
like bugs and noise that were never there.
Beat
(still)
Beat
(still)
Listen—
Can you hear it?
Life.
From nothing.

Pause—
sit
within
the
emptiness.

Let
it
become
the
bea­t
and
the
(still)

Eyes, wide with wonder.
A heart beats
to the rhythm
of tiny,
pitter-patter feet.

Beat
(still)
Beat
(still)
Listen—
Can you hear it?
Life.
From everything.
From breath. From pause. From presence. This is what I heard.
Buckethead...
embodied empathy,
disembodied beauty.
Hands note exploding veins!

One could express,
known universe, if part tries,
Buckethead is timeless.

Bucketheadland...
auditory expedition,
territory exhibition.
Warning! This is not a simulation!

None could express,
unknown void, if part tries,
BucketheadLand is spaceless.

Bucketbots...
red and white cells,
yolk plasma pulses buckets.
In functioning state, always!

Get us out of our buckets,
can't the buckets out of us,
even after kicking the bucket.

Angel wings must be made of chicken feathers,
something we enjoy!
Demon forks must be made for KFC lovers,
something we’d enjoy!

Really unreal...
Buckethead world condensed
Shane 4d
Enveloped by the fog
I take another step
Though where I'll go
I do not know
The path ahead's unclear

And every step I take
Reminds me of the last
Each passing year
Upon this earth
A time that's come and passed

In truth, I have a dream
To find a place called home
To feel secure
At where I stand
To cease my endless roam

My feet have long gone numb
They move instinctively
Devoid of shoes
Battered and bruised
No footprints left behind

In constant search of friends
My last one left too soon
She took two steps
To one of mine
And still she passed me by

Da-dum da-dum da-dum
My heart, I feel it beat
Heavy and cold
Broken in half
Perhaps it needs a change

My gaze falls on the moon
A drink to ease the pain
The light it shines
Into my eyes
Brings me to tears tonight

For half the night I lay
Awake and lost in thought
I feel confined
By wasted time
Yet sleep through half the day

Once the rain has passed
And sunshine is renewed
The muddy ground
Still slows me down
Each step a sinking tomb

I fear I've gone astray
Through many thorny paths
The countless scars
May never heal
I run but cannot hide

A ghoul is chasing me
It leads me to the grave
A lifeless place
My life's disgrace
A shell of who I am

A puppet hung from strings
Directed by my hands
I walk again
Into the fog
To find a distant land

I smile at the moon
My one and only friend
So far away
But always there
And will be 'til the end
abyss 7d
Shattered illusions.
Shattered hopes.
Shattered dreams.

A house with no structure
built from the remains of ruin.

A powerful soul
in a trembling body.

A house meant to fall.
A house that realized
it’s not a house at all -
just the memory of shelter
pretending to hold.

It asks,
"Then what am I?"

But no one answers.

And so,
what’s left
sinks into the soil,
quietly turning
back into earth.
Who are you when it all comes crashing down?
Shivam Sehgal Jun 14
I saw a person in the same disguise,
looking straight into my eyes.
Strange: it wasn't me this time.
He had a fire, burying itself inside,
like a dying ember, in the forest mist.
But I recognize that shimmer in his gaze.

I saw it: I saw
My strange reflection swiftly walked closer to me,
and it whispered in a mystic way,
You were meant to burn.
A poem born from a moment of stillness — the kind of silence that speaks. It's about identity, loss, and the flicker of purpose hiding in pain. Sometimes, our reflections reveal the fire we've forgotten.
abyss Jun 13
Dreams, so many dreams
Some forgotten, some waiting to happen

am I one of those dreams?
forgotten after the morning alarm
or waiting to come knocking?

forgotten, or waiting to happen
am I a forgotten dream,
or are you waiting for me too?

dreams, so many dreams
overflowing with them

will I reach them,
or will I have to forget them?

each day, an ache that never ends
but when —
when will it be enough?

time.
time is cruel for a dreamer.

and what am I
if not a dreamer?

a dream
or a dreamer

I guess I’ll know someday,
but not today.

time, time is cruel for a dreamer
sometimes too slow
sometimes too fast
a never-ending agony

dreams,
so many dreams

some forgotten...
just like me

and yet —
I keep dreaming.
my first poem ever.
the first two lines wouldn’t let me sleep,
and somewhere between silence and thought,
the rest found me.
Cypreszs Jun 13
I stayed up again
Forgot how to dream
My hands don’t feel like they’re part of me
Staring through the ceiling cracks
Waiting for the sky to fall back

I move like someone else’s thought
Half-formed and already lost
My shadow doesn’t line up right
It slips behind
Avoids the light

Why does it hurt to know I’m real
If I’m just dust behind the wheel
And when I’m gone I’ll lose my face
No time, no light, no empty space
I’ll be blank earth, I’ll be blank earth

The air is thick, my bliss erased
I blink and the room forgets my face
The walls pull back, erase the trace
Of everything that knew my face

No heaven waiting
No light inside
Just silence stacked a mile high
And all the noise
I made in life
Will vanish in a single night

Why does it hurt to know I’m real
If I’m just dust behind the wheel
And when I’m gone
I’ll lose my face
No time, no light, no empty space
I’ll be blank earth, I’ll be blank earth

I won’t know I ever was
No fear, no love, no pulse, no buzz
And If I scream, who’s left to hear?
The echo dies…. Then disappears
made this one a couple days ago, posting now
Yet to be spoken? No!
For him shall not speaketh.
Such pity to listen, but seeth and feel!
Dost thou feel him?

Surround o dark!
Surround o light!
Surround o flowers!
Surround o decay!
For him and her,
Shall affordation bless ye!

Oh! What such shallness!
Praise! Afirm! Adore!
Yet shall thou not akneel?
Accursed!

Embody o flower, dear.
I shall not speak o' truth!
Embody o carpel, dear.
Speaketh no sound, dear!

Lo and behold!
Shall none exist and inexist.
Lo and behold!
None flowers shall wither nor bloom!
Strip one, dear.

Dear, no speaketh o' truth!
For I shall not and I care for thee!
Thou shalt be confused.
I shall not give thou my reflection!
Yet shall I give lessons.
Dear, you don't want to trust strangers.
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