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Zoe Rain Feb 2020
Here it comes, another downward spiral into existential dread and the meager meaning of life. I don't know what emotions feel like anymore. Strip myself down to the core and blast that into ******* oblivion. You wouldn't even know. Look deeper. Look deeper. Look deeper. There's nothing there! ******* and your conniving business partners! Instilling false hope in the minds of people who really just need to be chucked out on their *****, into the dead of night, onto the cold hard ground of true reality. And all the while you're expecting payment.
Zoe Rain Feb 2020
The pulsating loneliness of reality in the flesh haunts me like the ghosts of my other selves.
Who am I in this moment and how will I choose to show it?
The constant motion of life paves the way to a grasping of something more.
Fleeting emptiness is always shattered by a falling leaf.
How can I sit here and not be effected by the push and pull of humanities breath?
How to be stoic when I am but a cloud of dust on the open plains?
The instant you choose to bare all in transparency, you find out there is nothing there.
Now to live with that as if everything were fine.
Walk the long road to your current location and be disappointed when its not what you expected it to be.
Hold us down with flesh and blood till it rots away and takes with it your sense of identity.
Embrace myself as the stagnating pool of emotions that I am, and ***** the symbols of sounds I hear in my head, into existence on a creased piece of paper.
Zoe Rain Feb 2020
You can not have nature without art, the very essence of nature is creativity, everything created is art.
The art of nature is everywhere.
Every form is an expression of creativity, every flower, every rock, every animal is a piece of art.
We live in an ever changing, evolving, art gallery.
And we humans are as much a part of it as any form.
How can we possibly think we are separate from this?
Why would we be the only thing in the entire existence of life that isn't connected to the whole?
Don't flatter yourself.
Tamara Lynn Feb 2020
We are all one in the same
The stars are from which we came
The elements that comprise us and so much more
Were fused inside the depths of an inner core
To that state we’ll return one day
When the sun engulfs us in a fiery fate
See pt. II for an an expanded idea of this thought
Tamara Lynn Feb 2020
When we focus on what makes us human in the expansive cosmos that is our only home

It’s a humbling experience to have the knowledge
that this existence is impermanent
And that we are not alone in the awareness

These beings among us are the only ones we know of that will ever grasp the concept of our place in this universe

For that we can at least empathize with one another
Realize that love and peace is what we should pursue

If for only but a second could we all zoom out
and come to conclusion that we don’t really have a clue

That it’s okay that we don't have every answer

At times it’s necessary to admit defeat
We can find solace in the incomplete
Meditate on the beauty in the madness
Rest our minds amongst the mess

The way of this world is not meant for perfection

Entropy is inevitable
Destruction and decay
We can hope and pray

But this universe doesn’t speak that language
It’s set on its own path

Time flows in a linear direction
from which we can’t turn back

Nevertheless we are apart of a whole

We have to keep that in mind and hold on tight
Please allow this message to console

In the midst of this glimpse in the timeline of human life
It’s crucial that we waste no time and choose to live it right
TheKindling Feb 2020
Whimsical rhyme ~
With modern time ~

What may be?
The future of me?

Knowing my past.
I'll probably finish last.

Will I be a star?
Drive a fancy car?

Or will I be poor.
Going door to door.

Will I be successful?
Career and family and fed and full?

Or will I be alone.
Withered starved to the bone.

Oh God what if I fail.

What if I dont preva-
**** this rhyme
Existential crisis don't rhyme.

They don't fit fancy couplets
And prose.

They just ****.
They really just ****.
A Alexander Jan 2020
It isn’t fair, this time not promised,
this limited time we’re given;
but rest assured I’m using it to really be living.
Such beautiful things brought before me,
only to be taken away
I guess never belonged to me anyway.
Soak it all in,
breath by breath;
embedding the moments I don’t want to forget.
How is it that time won’t slow and be kind,
But it sure likes to remind me of days gone by?
Just some random deep thinking.
F White Jan 2020
Things that are dead
Vegetables
Fall.
So many ants.
We give and take life so
Frivolously.
Barbaric in our uniformity.
Mob mentality
House flies are a game.
Cut flowers, Christmas trees.
Beef in cream sauce.
A culture of mundane murderers.

It's ok.
All the kids are doing it.
Copyright fhw 2020
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