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souletry Feb 25
The world feels lifeless as I see life everywhere.
I know the people who cross the street breathe
the same air I do.
I know the trees I walk past are very much alive.
But the picture my eyes are allowing me to see
feels unauthentic.
Maybe it's not the world.
Maybe it's the way I'm looking at it.
Maybe I picked at my mind too hard
Dug into my subconscious too deep,
now it all looks fake.
My feelings about it all are illegible.
The change that will come is inevitable.
If not I'll force it.
I'll forge a way to see the beauty of the sky again
I hope misanthropy doesn't take me away.
I'd like to find joy in the people who always smile
when I did, again.
To trust others and the fullness of what makes up the world.
To not always figure out the reason for everything.
The universe is always reforming itself
I'll never be able to catch up with it or the why's
of why people are the way they are
or what actually makes me, who I am.
What gives me the ability to still grip onto life
as I'm opposed to it.
I hope I enjoy it all before I fade away.
Curiosity kills the cat huh
Aaron Layton Feb 13
A castle built on sand so bright,
With towers reaching for the light,
It gleams beneath the sun's warm rays,
In whispers of the ocean's praise.

The walls are strong, or so they seem,
Yet tides can wash away a dream.
Each grain a story, soft and fine,
A fleeting moment, lost in time.

With turrets high and windows wide,
It dances with the morning tide.
A fragile home in nature's hand,
A marvel made, yet built on sand.

Yet children laugh and castles grow,
In playful hearts, the magic flows.
For life is but a transient strand,
Our joys may bend, like castles, but stand.

So build your dreams on shifting ground,
Embrace the waves, let hope abound.
For every fortress, grand or small,
Is a testament of dreams to all.
Vianne Lior Feb 12
Night swallows the sun,
leaving only shadows tall—
we remain,all that’s left.
In the shadows of the canvas, stories intertwine,
Life's colors fade like whispers, lost in time.

Yet I stand here, heart weary but still awake,
Guarding the lives I’ve saved for my own sake.

No more ghosts in my journal, the ink runs dry.
I’ll let the silence speak, it’s time to say goodbye.

Where have the wolves gone, where's the moon’s soft glow?
Enchanted paths vanish, like mist in the snow.

The beauty once painted, now faded and blue,
Is it time to awaken, or bid my adieu?

As I wander through gardens where memories decay,
The echoes of laughter seem to slowly sway.

Among the lifeless blooms, I search for the light,
But all that I find is the cloak of night.

My voice once a melody, now just a sigh.
The final chapter beckons, it's time to comply.

The play is done, I take my bow with solemn grace,
As the curtain falls softly to end my time in this place.
Word count 164. Emotive piece of sadness.
Melting, dissonance, encroaching, Vaporous, unknowing, Slipping through time, now approaching, A melody of words, flowing.
In the haze of twilight's breath, Moments blend, dissolve, and fade, Unseen whispers, silent death, In the shadows, light is made.
Vapor trails of thoughts unspoken, Echoes of a distant chime, Fragments of a dream, unbroken, Dancing on the edge of time.
Understanding without knowing, In the | stillness, truth is found, A symphony of life, bestowing, Harmony in chaos bound.
Just one of my daydreams
Jeremy Betts Dec 2024
Permanent are
The memories trapped in a scar
And though a few might fade,
It'd be quicker to count every star
At times I don't notice them
Other times they're another prison bar
Attempts to hide them are made
But mummification seems a step too far
In my day to day they are
All I can see,
Haunting my reality
They've stolen the getaway car
And I'll not make it far
In this mangled avatar

©2024
greatsloth Dec 2024
When the dream ends
And the dreamer dies
Would the world stop to mourn
Or would it continue its revolution;

With neither an impressive gun salute
Nor just a simple cry of sadness
How long until the warrior's song fade
Into the reality's cruel silence;

When the dreamer dies
He dreams of an eternal edifice.
Odd Odyssey Poet Nov 2024
To fall in love, I sense no perfect hour,  
Yet breaking hearts can feel like a shower.  
When love stops it’s rain- to fade,  
It's a painful cascade,  
Leaving sorrow where once bloomed a flower.
Ken Pepiton Nov 2024
Sculpted faces,
aging drama queens,

all the world's stages, this
is after those, these depths
of despair, where no pieces fit,

Kintsugi, fractured flash bulb scene,

an instamatic moment, a Kodak memory.
Hollywood Blvd... just a photomatic meme function we can use... while imagining converting vhs to mp4, before it's more plastic in the sea.
One
Wrap your legs around me
And let me fade into you
Until our souls
Become one
Such sweet embrace...
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