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Once secret lives now noticed.
No longer illusionary to his mind, His perception, perceived perception.
Untwined from hither to tither, It falters, as truth seeks balance.
No longer does it falter, So long as it fosters The essence which began the thought process.
Syafie R Jan 21
Interfering waves distort the mind,
shattered dreams freeze in their wake—
a chasm deep, sleep’s quiet grave,
where reality bends and breaks.

The ego quivers at the brink,
between the void and waking’s weight,
a struggle fierce, a war with fate—
archetypes stir, reborn to think.
Don’t overthink it folks. Just read and let your mind wander like it’s on vacation. No deep thinking required unless you’re feeling fancy.
Asher Jan 9
Just imagine
Being human, bound and broken,
Hating the questions left unspoken.
Denying truth until it's shown,
Laughing at lies as if they’re your own.

Picture this
An institution hailed as the cure,
While tyranny festers, too vile to endure.
Irony lingers, thick in the air,
Pollution of minds too numb to care.

And imagine
Reducing your soul to a single name,
A fleeting spark in a futile game
Here’s a poem inspired by the song No Wind Resistance. I feel its lyrics deserve more recognition and appreciation
Deck of cards,
Pictured scenes,
Pastel backs.

Just have to remember,
In order to play memory,
But no one will remember me.

MON
When someone fake takes a place in the real world.
Zywa Dec 2024
Every day I look

at the landscape, so unreal --


if one doesn't go there.
Novel "The Unicorn" (1963, Iris Murdoch), part 5, chapter 27

Collection "Unspoken"
Zywa Dec 2024
Heaven allures us,

a scent of higher honey --


draws us to full height.
Poem "Het lied der dwaze bijen" ("The song of the foolish bees", 1934, Martinus Nijhoff)

Collection "Passage Passion"
Freedom!
I scream for it,
a desperate cry against the expectations that binds me.
I’m suffocated by the facade of relationships,
the hollow cackle of deceitful souls.

I am enraged!
Fuming at the system that seeks to define me,
at the degradation that clings to my skin
like an unwanted shadow,
a constant reminder of my insignificance.

I’m weary of pursuing aspirations
that crumble to dust in my grasp,
unattainable visions that lead me
to the edge of despair.
I yearn to exist without ambition,
to dissolve into a crowd
where my identity vanishes,
where I’m a specter,
unseen, unrecognized,
lost in a realm that remains indifferent.

I long to flee this cursed present,
to leap into a tomorrow
that remains a cruel illusion,
where no one acknowledges my presence,
no one cares,
no one trails my footsteps
or feels the pain of my sorrow.

I am drained—
exhausted from the humiliation
that gnaws at my core,
tired of everything I once held dear,
weary from dreaming
only to fall and fall again.

In this furious pursuit of liberation,
I don’t merely wish to vanish;
I seek to obliterate the chains,
to shatter the delusions,
to discover a place where I can breathe,
where I can be whole,
untethered from the past,
and finally reclaim my reality
with a fury that cannot be contained.
This poem is to all those individuals struggling to live their dream due to the expectations of others.
Valentin Eni Dec 2024
Do not trust a man if he has found his path
There is nothing but illusion ahead
So you must wait for him to sigh deeply and yawn
So
Follow him into his failure down
Mark Wanless Nov 2024
the animal
within not within ego
human illusion
Magda Nov 2024
I am comfortable inside my head,
invisible borders,
self-imposed rules.

They keep me safe.
An illusion of security.

But when the walls
inevitably
close in on me,
there’s nowhere to run.

Trapped inside this fragile paper cage.
Nothing keeps me in,
yet everything does.
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