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A feeling of uselessness
A feeling of worthlessness
A sense of unease
A deep fear of the unknown

A deep and complicated feeling of distress
A longing for something more, something real
The need to protect that makes us truly human
Desiring a deep connection with a lover
A promise never fulfilled and a love that's over
Inviting the feel of the cold winter's breath
Yet shunning it when it pays a visit
Feeling excited for the summer holidays
Just to stay inside and complain about the heat

Begging for love deep in our hearts
Just to not realise when it's here
Never realising something's true worth
Until that thing has truly disappeared

A lustful view of other human beings
Yet a desire for them to not return the favour
Breaking their vows just to hope for forgiveness
A lover in agony and their partner ecstatic

The human race is deep and complicated
Some love, some hate
Some leave and some wait
alex 3d
Y’know,
the world is flying
right past you now
the water is dark and thrashing
approaching quickly
to flood your lungs
but not before
time floods your mind
with everything
you’re about to lose.

Never again, will you
elbow her in the backseat
dying of laughter
over something
no one else would get
Never see her cap and gown
and smile awkwardly
for a quick family pic
Never hold shaking hands
down the aisle.
The only church you’ll share now—
she’ll be in black,
you’ll be in a box.

Never again, will you feel
the leash tug
after some sly squirrel
Never again hear
a sudden bark
break a silent morning
and never again be greeted
by kisses and tail wags —
not now.
Instead he’ll sit
wondering where you went,
when you’re coming back

Never again, will you
love till your heart hurts
laugh till your ribs ache
cry till your throat’s sore
lie awake contemplating life
feel the familiar burn of the sun.
scream to the sky
just because
Never, experience
the extraordinary mess
that we call life —
ever again

And even if you wanted to—
even if you begged—
it’s too late now.
you’re already
going down.
Sophia 6d
A poets a lost musician
the talents a gift
the ability to compose poems
arrange words in a fitting way
to evoke strong reactions

However their doomed to a life
searching for their band
a group of people
to accompany them in life
the void of which
will grant the depth of sadness
deep into their writing

The music they've lost
forced to live without
haunts their poem
dancing between the lines
of emotional burden.
.
do you feel it ?                                                 
like an empty unhaunted room                    
      with the night fooled
                                 it's curtains drawn ?
like a forrest                                                      
   ­       extinguished of creature sound ?
   do i feel like my child feels                               
                      like when he is sad or neutral
      or pondering the number of his age  (5)
or figuring how to tell us he broke a thing 
or to brag                                                    
      about his new favourite discovery ?

do i feel as nature                                          
                ( for surely that is unavoidable ) ?
or like a forgotten astronaut                            
                           ­                       (later  to be noted in song) ?                     
               whatever i feel                                                             ­   
            it's some kind of exploratory action
that's always the way, isn't it ?                        
                                       ­           a 'goddy' thing

i feel like i'd rather not feel                             
               i know fear explored provides reward    
     but i habitually drivel information                    
    and check in   inflamed   on habit patterns
29/06/25 - earlier version
embedded in avatar’s
sequential chromosomes
novelspriteagelessBIRTHED
Soul protected       simultaneously                         PROTECTOR
free         _
_
ALL WAYS
yet ………superlatively
centred within ego’s           ATOMS :::: Rooted

sent abreast by Lord of Lords
for
      a glorious journey of dualism  
      fractalised on Mother Gaia
      to ascend    again       spire after spire
                                            ALONE
           without Rapunzel’s locks

flying on back of North Wind
                  or whichever carriage

                          juxtapositions to
meet unique evolutionary tasks
                    
Soul hears His voiceless voice
directing  f o o t s t e p s           s
                                                    p
                                                 a
                                              E
                                            L
                                    
jum
       Ps

sightless sees jutting rocks
languid lakes    barrier obstacles          
stormy seven seas

exuding all colour
                         COMPosIng
                  luminous WHITE to dungeon BLACK
yet
            colourlesstransparentcellophane
though
op-art  ||  check mate

                      both  KING and PAWN

soundlessly drumming beats
from 0hz to explosive BIG BANGS
up and down ladders
    w o o d  and   s  t. e. e. l.        
in depths of     blood
                                  less  states   VOID
                                
                             or

full-blooded beer cheers on stadiums
soccer balled || tennis raquetted || gym shoed
scream ecstatic Olympic     VICTORIES or
cry despair                           DEFEAT
                                          

silent   f e  r  o  c  i  t   ¥  
lies  inERT  birthing  ALERT at
b
   O
      T
         TOM   of  spine    w  a  i   T    i   Ng

to rocket shoot cracking all
seven wheels + codes
accessing HIGHER POWER SOCKETS
plugging in ~
                   dis
                        connect
                                       INg

dictating Heart rhythms
reigning in manipulations of mind
find Soul       where slugs crawl
                     where lions roar
                     where eagles glide
                     reclining in mitochondria
                    
find  footprints      when dawn breaks
                              into pink-peach DELIGHT
            when sun sets
                              as orange-magenta
                                                        AWE with whales sighing at dolphins leaping white
foam waves    ships sinking
sailorS DROWNING   sharks at          BAY
                                 South Pole cold
Equator hot
juxtapose that which you see with that
                        which you see NOT
jungle pygmies with North Saxon Aryan
gladiators
_embracing opposites
1.    2.
  10. begin again…

an empty frigid fridge
dollar-less petulant purse
sliding along limpid linearity
to full cream honey cocoa sherry
black bean cake on birthday blast                
                            
                   CAFÉ TABLE FOR TEN

marula animation
espresso exploring appetite ~
seek Soul breath in    museums
                                   discos
                                   art galleries
                                   leylines
                                   pyramid sarcophagus
                 sea shores + desert sands of
                         NO     MAN’s   LAND
          
   HOT   COLD   ROT  NOT  SOT  BOT

eat roti
starve          blink stink crawl toddle stand straight
sow
know

seek Soul also as it lies
ADORNED WITH DRIPPING BLOOD
on rampaged battlefields scathing
exposing gaping wounds of sorrow
bones cracked dust to dust
unborn children dying
as womb is turmoiled
WITH GUNSHOTS CRAZED
a lone butterfly **** sweat salt  
                                                  
    |||\                 - ribcage o Pen

duality encoded within
that which wakes to work
that which curls under quilt
that which says      ACT in
split-second speed
baby is about to   f
                              a
                                  l
                                     l

that which says      m  o  v  e   NOT   AT   ALL
Divine timing in    _ COMMANDING.FORCE
transparent walking blue naked

         Soul remains Master of Juxtaposition

in  ~ ALL ~ | avatars | frequencies | masks | pen-names | shades | subtitles | subtleties| tones | tints | translations….

                LIFE =  light shadow
                            dark essentials
                    yin-yang ~
                                      winter  
                                                  spring    
                                       summer  
                                                   autumn
                
       Dualism  :   ultimate strategic game-plan
                      =  canvas unframed

touch explore            ALL-GREAT
manifestations of          CONDUCTOR

                          HEART
                  Bride and Groom
                  
exotic mind-free quark + rocket + Sky
beating
heavingpurestillness.presence
                                   LEARN • TEACH ~

molten CENTRE OF VIOLET FLAMED                  VOLCANIC lava
prison cell >   POWER

beautiful mind   receptive tool
loyal servant like no other
body _ornamental vehicle
housing senses refined
lifetime after lifetime
I flip _
COIN
heads or tail ?

          juxtaposition     choice is a GAME
                of                    choose best card
              Soul                     use indigo intuition
                        
                all    designs   on    TABLE    if   YOU
                        have               E
ES        
                                               2  C   JUxpo

©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2025
    

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Mariah Jul 12
Still, if I was worse
wouldn't change what I deserve.
Lessons need not hurt.
I've been thinking about the worst case scenario
Jenny Jul 9
She was loud but quiet .
She rebelled but yet repent.
She was snow yet fire.
She burned yet burnt.

She was one, yet two
Duality lived beneath her skin,
She was possessive, cruel
yet detached, aloof.

She prayed with eyes
She yearned in silence.
She screamed with tears
She dreamed of violence.

Her energy wasn’t radiant
It burned low, too quiet.
She loved the glow,
The beauty of  ice.

Made bonds, not deep.
She preached,
Not presence ,But soul.
Not me, but Bond
Not me but bond...


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Its about a friend of mine who always gave importance to bonds rather than the person themselves
Laura Claes Jul 3
If animals in the wild
must constantly be careful
then why should we
people around each other
ever feel secure?

L.C.
David Cunha Jun 26
Body's heavy-rock
Mind's scattered all over
Bring me inner peace
- David Cunha
june 26, 2025
9:28 p.m.
Viseu, will be working all night
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