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My rail tracks seem to have disappeared
Only the red autumn leaves seem to have covered
A cold melancholy in the air hovers
As I look beyond to see what uncovers

But the truth is that it is an endless journey
There’s no special place ahead, no sanctuary
Just the train, and the passing estuary
The destination seems lost, as I realise it was only imaginary.

Now I yearn for meaning.

What is this train journey,
Where is it leading?
Maybe it’s better to just hop off
And enjoy it from the beginning.
Enjoy the journey because there's no destination.
Pasquino Jan 1
Perhaps I should have stopped.
The heavenly fields called me then,
and could have been my resting place
of final peace gratified.

And perhaps I could have stayed myself–
and be spared of metamorphosis
that excommunicated all my ink.
Nothing left.

Perhaps I could have been me.
So that at least then  
I’d known I was free.  
Now nothing but punishment remains.

But I remain– nihilo– for now,
and waiting, hopeful for the next bow
of creation, somehow.
Hammra Sistur Aug 2020
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
life
is so much
like death, inverted
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀dying to undo the dreams
⠀⠀⠀⠀of the unborn
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ we have been groomed to
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ blockade the mighty river
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀water my mother drained
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ from early stars
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
.
Bard Jul 2020
I want to feel like I did at the dawn of day
But dusk has long since been on its way
Night of broken strings I tug and I fray
Thinking on the warmth of sun in yesterday
It never will rise again, I will never be okay

Mayday, mayday I'm swinging low
Into waves and crashing to and fro
A cosmic painting of emotion
Just another drop in the ocean
Blue abounds around me down I go

Can't tell up from right down from wrong
I thrash and fight as I get tugged along
Currents pull me with promise of holy
Belief will be your light, can't fool me
Angler fish in the void you won't eat me

I will grow purple and bloated like the royals of old
Waterlogged in darkness I float into the cold
Decay of flesh leave the bone soon I will be dead
I will be gone from the abyss but I never will have fled
Boldly I resided in the night drowning in the cold

My legacy will fade away seconds after I am gone
Nothing last in the colors of the night I have flown
In the colorless sky, a colorless soul never to be found
My whole being frays and I become unwound
Day never comes, the only son has set out on his own
Miles Graves Jun 2020
I want to rend this mind from within, cut it free
And leave it to expire with an ounce of clarity.

I want no skin left pure, I want it ripped until raw
If it would only cancel this human mistake that I abhor.

I want resentment to reside, to agitate these thoughts
As they race towards a destination that, for so long, I had fought.
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
the flesh
and bones of humanity
   strike the ground

pressed
distressed
   and broken

your brother's
   extinguishing breath
your sister's
   draining blood
there in crushing
   darkness
          
reverberate
   annihilate

vultures/drones circling
   overhead

this is how
heading home
   becomes a crime scene
let me live Jul 2019
At the time I laid my hands on the soil,
The sky had darken,
For God had turned away from me,
I thought my enemy was smitted,

But no the veil still remained,
I never refrain,
I always cry out,
But don’t worry the 9th hour will always free me...
Sacred space dark time ending
co'brien May 2019
striving, searching

meaning everywhere to behold
in a world hardly days old

diving, lurching

in a drowning sea of possibility
each drip a different plea

defending, upending

small bottles of water
preparing for the great slaughter

sending, contending

“mine is best!” i cry
and why?
Rachel Glen May 2019
when do we lose our imagination,
our curiosity and lust for life.

is it during the first heartbreak,
where our souls are left scattered in the remains of something beautifully haunting.

is it during the death of our loved ones,
holding hands, burning eyes, tight throats,
whispering our last hello and goodbye.

is it during the realization that our age comes finality,
generations before us falling to their knees,
back into the earth that bore our footsteps.

is it during the times that test our strength,
foreign words of sickness, a prognosis,
cancer burning in her chest, chased with poison to eradicate.

when do we lose everything,
our hearts built around familiarity, family,
the loving smiles and tears that brought us into this world.

i find it hard to sleep at night, as i toss and turn,
thoughts haunting the corridors of my mind -  
wondering where i lost my imagination,
my curiosity and lust for life.
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