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Hey girlfriend,
I may not say it often...

when all seem wicked
and when my weekend
was more of a weak end

Girlfriend,
Your words toughen....

my focus & dexterity
Getting the sincerity
my ex won't share with clarity.

Girlfriend,
Your voice softens...

The fear of if it's a dead end?
If this is for my girly girlfriend.
Or my future girlfriend?
Dear Female friend,
OR,
Dear Future girlfriend,
Odalys 20h
When love returns to knock my door,
May it be truer than before.
God-sent, secure, a steady flame,
With gentle touch and no cruel game.

A love that’s safe, yet wild and pure,
Genuine, lasting, strong, and sure.
Reassuring in both word and deed—
The kind of love my soul will need.
Dreams
The worst part...
Waking up to achieve it.

The best part
Waking up to achieve it.

If the hardest part is waking up?
I'd sacrifice my sleep.

To be with you forever
Or to achieve you.
If my dreams are valid, having you is...
the new dark age
heart goes out
world goes up
all due to a love of concrete
and iron indignities

buildings grown in the heartland
steel your future
wrap your face in a foreign flag
make it medieval
so fear and superstition
can live on each floor

from above the cityscape
blueprints of a pinball machine
a train to nowhere
like candles on a cake
that will burn someday
when least expected

ladies against the glass
of morning commutes
show too much cleavage
to people on Sunday
gentlemen with their death sticks
conjure the factory smoke
poisoning a life of leisure
these infinite vistas
continue to rise
elevation well in hand
stitched together
but growing apart

the biomechanical soul
a species out of control
mother solitude and her
modern failures
take the stairs to the roof of her mouth
progress leaves an echo
her final words are
empty, foreboding
and full of lead
Kyle 7d
Groundlessness is not to be tamed.
Certainty is not an achievement.
A tension deeply ill-famed.
Its presence a call for bereavement.

pondering my future is bootless.
No more thought shall spring actions.
Ten thousand words are fruitless.
The mind fragmented into factions.

The milk of uncertainty is thought.
Only stillness discloses the true.
Creativity cannot be taught.
From chaos it shall brew.

Groundlessness cannot be tamed.
Nor shalI I try to resist.
Let this tension be named.
And on my life shall persist.
Do not let groundlessness be an obstacle, nor let indecision be a reason to become firm. Firmness is not a virtue - the flexible stick survives the heaviness of the snow. Uneasiness about the future, relationships, commitments, is a consequence of being human - do not ignore it, do not try to think your way to certainty; experiment, create, and observe it all. No human has thought her way to certainty; "2 + 2 = 4" - yes, but the more I think about what it "means", the less certain I am. Vagueness and certainty hold hands, and this is the way it must be - let vagueness be the mist that allows us rodents to avoid the predating owl of thought, lust for certainty, and obsession with deliberation.
Lance Remir Jul 24
It was supposed to be us
Our dreams, our goals, our lives
Our hopes, our future, our work
The family we were supposed to have
The fears we were supposed to overcome
The trials we were supposed to endure
The love we were supposed to save
It was supposed to be us
But now?
It's just me
Gabriel Jul 24
I prayed to get over it.
But another version of you keeps arriving—
each one softer,
each one saying things you never said
but I always wished you would.

That version sends visions.
Of one more dream
I can’t quite hold onto—
it dissolves the second I wake,
like breath on glass.

To dream versions of you
is to love you whole
in a world that lets me,
just for a moment.

And when those visions fade—
when the countless lives I live with you
go blur,
go quiet,
go still—

maybe that’s when it’s time
to stop chasing sleep.
Maybe it’s time
to make a life
where you and I
can finally
be one.
Emric Arthur Jul 22
What do you say when there’s nothing to see?
Where no boxes, tablets, windows of light
Can show our minds, memories and myths.

Who will tell us of the world?
Once again, a wandering band
No longer connected,
broke free of our copper strands.

We know of so much,
but never once spoke,
The lost art of narration,
Oh how the mighty fall in a night.
And yesterday’s trivial past times,
now the source of all healing and joy.

Speak loud your tale!

Our ears hungry and minds starved,
As greedy children we never once said,
Thank you mother, father,
for your stories before bed.

With so much we Gorged and devoured,
Before we realised we are always empty,
Time wipes away all that we hold

except!

for the storyteller,
The true judge of our history,
The holder of our truths.
It was this god you needed to please - for else,

who will know of your name?
Emric Arthur Jul 22
What is there to do?
As fires burn and hopes melt
What can I do?

With every day that passes,
A new dawn of destruction emerges,
For every bird song,
a million keys bashed
to the beat of the working day.

What will I do?
When my food is gone,
my home,
my work,
my car!

Where do we go?
When water, finally prescious,
Our immaculate containers,
no longer made,
scattered across the oceans carpet.

Why should I care?
When I won’t even be there!
I’ll surely outlive this tall tale of woe.

It is only I who does something.
Whilst others do nothing.
It’s pointless and futile,
doomed by despots in everyday clothing.

Hoaxes,
misinformation,
It’s blown all out of proportion,
Quacks,
sooth sayers,
falsehoods and lies,
to scare our children,
To darken our minds' skies.

You will regret it.
you will be the reason.
When we all suffer for your gross neglect.
Living it up on earths expense -
thinking only of yourself.

I bet you laugh whilst eating meats
dipped in fine black oils,
gargling, snorting, farting,
I hope you choke! - angry face

Oh how Respect has died an awful death,
Thrown into Mozarts grave,
Along with Reason,
Rationality,
Responsibility,

What can I do?
When none of you see,
The answers are here,
our hands hold the keys.
Show mercy, show care
find comforts in fertile earth,
for tomorrow, she may not soe,
Reuse, reduce, repair - share.

It is not I who can do it -
but we can.
We forget often that the small actions of the masses are what matters. Too often we blame someone else for our non action and rely on others to fix and mend our world. We have given up and decided nothing can be done, when we forget we are the ones that truly matter, our actions every day dictate tomorrows fate.
AC Jul 22
i told you "good night, i love you".
yet
i am not sleeping.

i am listening to the stars sing a song

a note
for every time i have thought of your fair, blush-drunk skin and
sweet, tender soul
melting and mixing with mine at the brush of fabric and shoulders and loud laughter in a space too public.
but i don't care.
i don't think you do either.

it might take four shots of ***** to feel that way again.
but
i only need to see you smile
and i know next morning i'll have a lovestruck hangover
and be changed for the next week.

this is the reason why
we should never, ever get married.
unless
this is simply what no one ever told me about real, raw, love
that hits you like a train
the cargo is sugar
bleeding red roses
and now i don't have to buy twelve at the store for nineteen ninety-nine.
first autumn chill freezing my toes inside my shoes while i wait after knocking at your front door
(we're going to the nice restaurant downtown.)
waking up to a tornado warning at five AM and my first thought is if you're okay,
opening the kitchen windows to the smell of fresh rain and you're texting me pictures of the rainbow.

falling asleep at long last

and at long last dreaming of you.


the stars are singing a song
and in my dream, curled up close next to you

i am singing too.
for the one and only Levi S. i love you so much and pray for the wisdom as often as I can to love you the best I can, by the grace of God, for now
and for eternity
even if it means someday letting you go on earth, or hopefully maybe even spending a true eternity. Who knows? ❤
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