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Cadmus May 20
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They feast with the wolves


Bark with with the dogs


Weep with the shepherds


Guests at every table,

but a pillar at none.

Call them seasonal?
Situational?

Maybe,
Socially fluent? morally absent?

Friends to everyone

and loyal to no one.

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This poem reflects the nature of surface-level friendships. those who adapt to every group but commit to none. Present in moments of ease, absent in moments of need.
Cadmus 7d
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Even a fox
has heroic tales to tell
Epic chases, Narrow escapes,
Bravery under Moonlight.

But,
every victory
was won
against chicken.

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A satirical reflection on how those who boast the loudest often choose the weakest opponents. It mocks false bravado and the way predators dress up their predation as valor.
Sudzedrebel Apr 25
They say,
"Ignorance is bliss."
Do you know why that is?
You're unaware of all the things you've "missed."

Things already in existence,
Things already happened,
Things happening;
That which is existing.

All that exists.
To reduce it,
We're all learning what đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 is.
Learning ignorance, decoding from it wisdom.

So what is it to be knowledgeable?
What is there that is knowledgeable?
What is knowledge?
Does intelligence exist?
and nada Mar 26
Tongue at your thighs,
staring deep in your eyes.
Tasting peach oceans-
warm, full of lies.

Whispering sweetness, legs starting to shift-
feeling the rhythm, tension uplifts.

Kiss on your neck, sweet- no reason to hurry,
stroking you slowly, lost in your body's flurry.

A breath on the ear, hands on your waist,
feeling your moans like a song made of grace.

Your arch, your song-
why can’t we belong?
Iska Feb 25
I find your words to be empty.
Much like collectible ornate journals
lined up on a shelf.
Stunning to behold.
Carrying the weight of so much
promise and potential,
but of no substance.
I find myself choking
on the dust between
the pages of words
you never mean.
Kaiden Feb 19
What if
There are
Two Gods?
One false,
Popular,
And the true one,
Known by only few.
When we were kids, me and my brother made a theory that some "christians" (the ones that use religion to justify discrimination) believe in their own, false God, oblivious to the one they're "supposed" to believe in.
Mary Apr 14
Your life is an interrupted story,
No more than short-term blaze of glory.
It’s a metaphor that hits heavily,
‘Cause you’re your perfect mortal enemy.

Tunnel vision hides altered reality,
Your mind took up self-destructive morality,
Each feeling you’ve got is as deep as the ocean,
You lie to yourself that it cannot be poison.

When stars explode, the light is healing,
As it’s all dark you crush the ceiling.
You feel chills going down the spine,
You’re burning out, lost track of time.

And there’s no scream, it’s a silent battle.
It is vain to fix something that’s fatal.
You’ll never know why dead divine
Still haunts you and whispers: «You are borderline»
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