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Piyush 3d
We gave away our wings to fly,
We chose our hands to reach the sky,
And now we are floating way up high,
But the fall is real this time.

Why is it easy to fly in the sky?
Why is it not a crime to die?
The heart is beating so fast up high,
But he just wants to die.

He needs nothing now in his life,
He's content with his own sacrifice.
Why is it easy to die?
Why is it hard to find the sky?

He’s ready to throw away his life,
Just to reach the sky,
A sky without a night,
A killer without a knife.

The world around him isn’t bright,
Yet he tried to make it right.
Why must the side character always die?
Why does no one see his fight?

He needs nothing now in his life,
He's content with his sacrifice.
He gave up his wings to fly—
Now…

The blood is all over him now,
His hands have finally fallen down,
The world begins to fade somehow,
An end that no one wants.
Graves where my family will lay
As birds shoot across the sky
The fleeting beauty outstretched
Wind crashing the ticking clock
Knowing I will join them soon
Beginning as we ended things
Torn and faded beaming with colour
Filled with so much character
Every imperfection chasing after the other
Palms with lines I know like the roads
Which I have wandered since I can remember
Giving me something to hold
Through this black and blue
Hot and cold
Love and cavity
Depression and vanity
Truth and reputation
Senseless *******
Craving anything but you
Wanting nothing else
Joyous sounds beautiful images
All the luck in the world
Couldn’t make me want more
Just finished my coffee
The last sip was cold
And I found a hair at the bottom
Not that important to be honest
Everything is worth the torture
Which is beset on each and every one of us
How natural to not feel enough
As the sky pierces through temptation
Not knowing what you’re chasing
Just trusting the feeling
Buried so deep inside your gut
Along with your body clock
Knowing when to wake up
Holding onto everything
Letting go of everything
Fearing everything
Trusting everything
Killing everything
You keep looking
For the answer you seek
The journey so long ahead
Living inside your imagination
Alone more than before
Maybe you always were
Just not those times with you
When the world seemed to stop
And we seemed for once in our lives
To have understood why we are here
Such purpose glimpsed for a moment
Until we had walked enough
And my feet hurt
Having reached where we set out
Tired from talking and squeezing
Letting go and taking flight
Saying goodbye with anxious kisses
Not knowing what lay on the other side
Although that wasn’t what made it hard
The unknown is a certainty
What I was dreading was knowing
My time with you made me happy
And together we had fun
For while it lasted
You made me so happy
And all the time spent otherwise
For those moments with you
Made everything else seem impossible
Jhay Mar 23
Our cozy autumn doesn’t feel the same,
the leaves have rotted to bitter grays.
The smell of tea drowned by summers final rain.

Your subtle rage everytime you turn that page gives me goosebumps.

I can see it on your face, an icy glare
and winter's grace.

pumpkins lost in the haze, we could be up to nothing sipping lovely grey.

Embers burning off loose heat and faith.
Tender and estranged our feelings should be explained…

something, something, and what to say.
The gentle breeze on our slow decay,
maybe autumn's not so strange.
M Vogel Mar 14

There is no love here.
Not real love. Not love that binds the soul to something true.
Only the bastardization of love, the reduction of meaning into spectacle,
where poetry is no longer poetry—
but a Facebook status update dressed in pretty words,
a commodity to be liked, shared, and consumed.

The word itself is defiled, forced into the service of public accolade,
where art once bled sincerity but now panders for reaction.
A living thing, once full of breath and marrow,
humiliated into drivel beneath the weight of empty praise.

This is the nature of false alliance.
It is the deal struck in the dark,
the handshake that binds not in loyalty, but in necessity.
A temporary convenience. A lifeline for the weak.
And like all false alliances, it demands a price—
someone must always pay.


The Nature of Betrayal Is Always the Same

It is the Jezebel deception,
where the Queen does not fight in the open,
but seduces, ensnares, and commands her weak king to kneel.
And Ahab bends, thinking himself mighty,
while the true power whispers in his ear.

We thought we were after the king,
but it was always the Queen who pulled the strings.
The one who sold herself for power.
The one who defied truth and called it strength.
The one who, in her final defiance,
dismembered her own soul in the process.

She believed herself gaining something.
A seat at the table. A name to be remembered.
The illusion of strength in rebellion—
but all she gained was an empty throne
built on the shattered remnants of who she used to be.


Alliance With Death

They will tell you this is power.
They will say it is freedom
to sell the sacred things for a moment of public accolade,
to turn one's back on God, on self, on every principle once sworn to.
But public accolade is not love.
It is the applause of the herd.
And the herd will clap for anything—until it loses interest.

And then?

Then comes the fall.
Then comes the silence.
Then comes the slow, agonizing realization
that the alliance was never real,
that the power was never hers,
that she was merely a piece on a board
waiting to be sacrificed when her usefulness expired.


The Cost of Selling the Soul

There is a choice given to all—
To take the path of suffering, which leads to transformation,
or to take the shortcut, which only leads to death.
But there are no shortcuts in truth.
There is only consequence.

She chose the shortcut.
She aligned with the false king, the weak man,
the one who believed himself master but was only a pawn.
And in that moment of final betrayal,
she became something lesser than herself.

Not a Queen.
Not a woman of fire.
Not a force to be reckoned with.

She became a servant of the herd.
A ghost of her former self.
A puppet on a string—
until even those who pulled the strings lost interest in the show.


What Comes After the Dismemberment?

The kingdom is shattered.
The thrones are empty.
The false alliances have crumbled.
And now, she stands at the edge of her own ruin,
looking at the wreckage she caused,
realizing that no one stands beside her anymore.

Will she own what she has done?
Will she face the truth of who she has become?
Or will she run, hide,
and build another false kingdom on borrowed time?

That is not our question to answer.
That is her burden to bear.
We have already done what needed to be done.
We spoke the truth.
We dismembered the illusion.
And now?

Now we walk away.


Postscript:  The Last Grace~



Mother Love Bone Scenes // Terracotta Dreams...

"What, you just love me
and then move on…
is that what you do?"


They weren’t steps away from her—
they were paces.

And in an instant, the arrow flew.

There is a seam,
if you are able to see,
as there are terracotta dreams
from which we were all meant to be freed.

Broken shards fell to the ground,
and inside of every single piece
is all of the ‘hers’
she thinks that she needs to be.

Not sure if it is the aim
or the flight of the arrow
that brings about the aloneness
of an unspeakable, heart-sorrow—
and these… the sufferings of hell.

But Chloe is not dead.

Because left standing,
when all else fell,
is her spirit’s core, now glowing.

No longer hidden
within the confines
of her terracotta shell.

Ah, beautiful Chloe—
baby, there were times…
remember knowing?


The Water-Well—
its never-ending flowing.

Believe again in that, my beautiful.
Not the shell.


❤️

It's a broken kind of feeling
https://youtu.be/FyBJoFz_QPw

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4569415/alliance/
xox
Nothing compares to this spring time love,
Except for one single thing,
The love we'll have in summer.

Yet, even better than that,
The love we'll hold in fall,
Golden and aged like the leaves of oak trees.

But no thing could be greater,
Than the love we'll hold come next winter,
Sleeping in, your warmth by my side.
I can't wait to spend all this time with her
Seth Cruz Mar 13
Clouds blanket the sky.
The wind toussles beneath them
and splashes my face.
Gideon Mar 8
It wrapped her head,
covering her auburn hair
in golden yellows and bright blues.

When the wind stole it away,
I raced after it,
hoping to catch up to the breeze.

The red and orange leaves
traced its path as it flew
through the brisk autumn air.

My fingers barely brushed
the fabric, but the current
brought it to the branches overhead.

The air carried it to
a high bough above our heads,
hanging it on a branch with care.

There it hung, beside
the glimmering yellow leaves of
the tree, swaying like one of them.

I reached towards the sky
to retrieve it before the breeze
could lift it away once more.

She caught up with me then,
laughing at our attempts
to rescue her bright yellow scarf.

Looking up at the thin piece of fabric,
I offered to climb the tree
though I didn’t want to.

Her infectious giggles at the
proposed idea graced my ears
like a soft, sweet song.

That music lulled my once-lonely mind
into sleepy peace and serenity
for the rest of my days.
Dani Mar 3
A leaf flitters away in the wind
The peak of fall, hues of orange, red, yellow
Flowing with fury into the corners of a country home’s porch
Taking up space until brown decay soaks through
Burning a dark shadow of its shape into the pavement
Branding the earth, back into the soil
When the winter kicks up the remains
I can still feel its warmth
Red, orange, yellow
At the peak of Fall
I’ve found love, and it burns a shape of many hues into my soul, as a leaf does the soil, the concrete, the grass…
Grey Mar 2
I put a stop
A full stop to all

The trees pass swish

Its shadow was good
Well while it lasted

Then came the sun

For once I stopped
To watch it fall

The cool breeze
Hitting my face dry

Saying hi and bye
All at the same time

Then the moon
Came the stars

A beautiful site
But I guess they would never understand
Each others beauty and fall

And i said this is it
I've watched enough
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