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A singular urge is a first,
reach out and stretch to grasp what's ahead.
Craving the crest of a wave,
we're high on the day as it's made.

Each is a slave where emotions are led,
fixed with impatient aches when we age.
Hard to remember which intentions were sent,
resetting said objectives of late.

Targets in sight from the white of your eye, these short lived events curl up in death.
Less than a wisp as it fades into air,
rolling along to reclaim what we shared.
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Left To Rot May 5
Don't make me wait in line
for whatever I want to take.
I want it right away
I'm tired of having to wait.
Wait for the right time
wait for the right one
wait for the right weather
life's all about wait,
and I'm too much of an immediatist
to follow rules and wait for commands.
venus cafe Jan 14
looking at a white background
becomes so f*cking boring
when all i want
if your side of the story.
Slime-God Nov 2020
Ice-pick finds my ear;
**** this unfettered silence.
I long for music...
This one's not literal, my ears are fine, but snow doesn't sing as rain does
Tess M Aug 2020
questions are left standing
alone
nowhere to go
niceties walk like snails
on depressants

stuck in a hurricane of
molasses;
cold and dark,
lonely but peaceful;
it surrounds me

how I like it here
For all things there is a season, a time for everything under the sun.
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather.
But -
Forgive me, if i spend my whole life questioning this -
Time.

Why is it my lot in life to work and be happy with it.
Am i nothing but a brick in the wall.
A mist that appears for a drop of time and then vanishes.
Merely a stem - some may bud, the lucky will flower
but all will wither and fade away.

Forgive me, when i say this -
For why should evil stick his face in mine and mock my happiness.
I am selfish, I am ungrateful
How can I enjoy this fellowship with injustice?
Where Love stands, hate reigns.
Where Peace sings, war screams.
Where Happiness dances, sadness breaks its bones.
Where Breath lives, darkness suffocates it.
This is human - self-destruction,
Created in love but born to sin.
We know of nothing else, until we find
You -
Ardent patience, Yearning salvation -

This is human - saved for nothing.
Henriette Apr 2020
some lonely nights
are worth the wake
but are you,
worth the wait?
basil Feb 2020
i put my wishes
into the sun
hoping they'd
be granted
in a day

i put my hopes
in the moon
wishing they'd
be fulfilled
in the night

guess it's time
to pop some instant popcorn
and watch my life fall
apart
A M Ryder Aug 2019
Hours of childhood
Impatient, with nothing but
Playing by ourselves
Enchanted with
what alone endures

Between world and toy
A point which shows a child
Who they really are

Who sets in constellations
And puts distance
In his death
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