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Emma Jan 13
Fire kissed her throat, a burning rose,

and fearless, she entered the cold embrace—

the water, a mirror of shattered stars,

her closed eyes carved constellations,

as the universe spun softly in her veins.
Since I can swim here anytime even I the Winter alone in the cold seas, I have a tendency to float staring at the sky, the stars and listening to the hum of the Earth. I am truly amazed at how small and insignificant we are. Okay I've done this drunk too many times also.
Morgan Howard Dec 2024
They say pain is temporary
But how long will it hurt?

It's a neverending cycle

Pain
Sadness
Suffering

And when everything starts to get better
When the pain starts to cease
You burn yourself all over again

How long will it hurt?
Nat Lipstadt Nov 2024
“We should like Nature to go no further; we should like it to be finite, like our mind; but this is to ignore the greatness and majesty of the Author of things.”
—Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz, 1715
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for my dear friends who amply supply
pictures of the infinity of nature
daily

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the comfort food of your
living-loving-eyeshot
screenings  of moments preservations of

the delicate and the roughened,
the mystical and magical of
our creative globe’s ad and mis
ventures,
oft far from the paths of human ruination
trafficking

these photos

the first of the day,
signaling white smoke rising or
the full fledged regular milky
insertion photographic
into the mine daily awakening
of the
purpled majesty of the world
when ******* pleasure of
first coffees of life’s days


and how it pleases me,
that there is no
conceptual conceivable,
that there will not be an
finishing enthralling,

a last never-before-witnessed
visionary submission
without
a never finite ending to this
infinite processional!

thus no need to say with
them ordinary wordy pleas of/to:
“keep them coming,”

for by your read acknowledgement of
this here poem,
you have cosigned this
contractual
o b l i g a t i o n

and I say
an ecstatic
Thank You
11/16/24
Isaace Oct 2024
I had been staring at corporate blocks of incestuous dual notation, rippling within a multitudinous sea horn. Many of my skins partook in the abuse of subterfuge in order to forget the sea horns. We would head into the night, deep into oblique dens of solitary apparition, conjuring that which had plagued our collective mental cognition.

With cascading light festering, lurid transcendence of encumbered paralysis began. Physical forms traversing innumerable alleyways of dread, between concrete moulded into the shape of modernity, and cables transpiring towards opaque operating systems which imported and exported collected consciousness for the trade of gelatinous brain matter, had overcame us.

Sliding into abyssal-black tar of stroking, crawling, writhing primal sludge; escaping through pores of sweat coagulation, allowing silk-woven experience to be spun within a lair of manifestation, coinciding with visions of mutilation, inspired by visions of arachnid dread— inspired by visions of arachnid dread!
rhenee rose Oct 2024
Following two decades time
A human transforms
Into an exploding cosmos
In the desolate void

Floating away
Flickering light
Questions of purpose
In the haze of dismay

Fear not of this barren
Let it fuel the flame
Move further and farther
In the deepest of abyss

For the cosmos within
Will unfold and evolve
The lessons as your light
In the dark, cold rise

Remember these words
As you travel through space
You are bizarrely infinite
A celestial design
A poem about how being in your 20s feels like a celestial phenomena.
Phia Jul 2024
And in those moments,
However fleeting,
I thought we would make it;
I thought we were infinite
I miss you
Karijinbba Jun 2024
"I got cancer here."
My Kemah King said, pointing to his nose.

"Cancer in your nose?
Liar, I thought!
I didn't voice it!-
"I don't want you to die"
I thought, yet telepathically
my gold- heart read my mind word by word.
How I love you, adore you,
live long, healthy happy prosperous.
Hey handsome wild bird of paradise divine,
Will you cut off your long nose then hu?,
(I asked, inwardly)
Hu Handsome Pinocchio!?
~~~
It's been 50 years, how do you do?  Surely with your prosperous wealth, you are in abundant best of health care anywhere on Earth!
Beloved Kings among Sheikhs.
Perhaps joined your space ship crew towards that new found peaceful world.

Oh you rddjpc! Handsome Roddy traveler Pinocchio, of mine!

Infinite true love,

AsgBba.
~~~~
By: Karijinbba.
2024.
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