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Mia 3d
the left lane traveller stays his course
as overtakers do pass him by–
daggers shot through mirrored reverse,
though they ne’er meet his eye

for on his own, and on he stays
forward through by through–
the road beneath him stretches day
from night to morning, too

and on he drives as darkness Falls;
and in each blow of wind
in solitary starlit routes,
the left lane welcomes him

those arrived forgot to see,
neglecting constellations draped;
alone in their rooms, asleep in their beds
dancing a stage, once was raked

judgement passed for driving slow;
for them, he too does feel–
in learn-less ways, then while he grows  
rushed minds, now idle, yield

there, beneath the cold vast empty,
yet before the morning snow–
softly shaded by gum trees, his
arrived finally, entirely home.
Xoundor 4d
A rupture in silence, stolen peace
Uninviting brightness signalling my release
Unshackled, torn from where I lay
Involuntary I enter the fray

I present thou my mere body and soul
Unbeknownst this presence shall take its toll
Overwhelmingly consumed, sworn to cherish
Inevitably destined to once again perish

Carve the canvas, paint the way
Defiant to thy bidding, led astray
Cast adrift where echoes wane
Cursed to orbit fear and pain

Wounded and struggling to retrace
Attempts to rekindle, efforts to replace
Futility lies beneath the dark glare of despair
One shall not walk this dreadful path, I swear

The forsaken now seek to guide
Where many had fallen and tried
The adept stand as stronghold where one should falter
A last and valiant attempt for fate to alter

Inexorable strife lurking from the uncharted rift
Once more, my soul I lay as gift
In brittle armor I stand before thee, ghost
And plead to take me off this tarnished coast

Sink where time no longer weighs
Fade into the quiet haze
As the echoes draw a conclusion to the trail of shattered stone
In the moment of reckoning all will be reduced to dust and bone

Now the echoes draw their final breath
All is dust, yet what defines death?
This is the first poem I ever wrote. I present you my soul.
The drive is long,
the wind colder.

Mist hides the stars,
maybe they were never there.

The scent of rain,
softens the world,
our eyes close,
the moment feels,
gold.
I recently went on a small family trip and took the window seat, hehehe… Andddd, I just couldn’t sleep! It was cold, but
the dark sky, the few twinkling stars, the crescent moon, the cold winds, the dancing trees, and just silence…

Goddd, I will never forget it!!
I’ve met dreams worth the future underneath their eyelids –
Those good enough to profit on; a dream’s hope for prophecy.
I sat in place of longs; longing to be heard, longing to smile,
Longing just to be – where is that perfect place of longevity?

Too many past thoughts – I’m a past life, and a list of regrets
Of course, I feel human; so humid, under these pressures of life –
Tears in my eyes, pools of emotions, and drowning in my sweat.

We'll strain walking up mountains, leading to life’s successes –
To taste that peak, and utter so proudly, “it was no easy feat,”
Even as right now, I feel stuck in place – I’ll still move my feet.

         Step by step...          Step by step...          Step by step...
                            Step by step              Step by step.

Mina 5d
A hole, A road, A Dream
All lie on one path
All will get you screams
All will pass.

your road you'll follow
With happiness and sorrow
With a heart that's hollow
Through countless time

Walk or run, it's all the same
You can beg the road to change
but your sun won't answer
And the shadows you fear remain

But don't worry
We will all fall
All in the deep dark hole
With screams or a moment of silence
We'll all fall of the cliff
We're all going into one big hole.
we're doomed
Santi 5d
It’s strange.
Lilies still in the wind.

An extraordinary wind at that.
Wind with a purpose so impertinent
It became love.

If you didn’t know any better,
You might name it something sweeter:
Abhorrence.

Your eyes sharp
And soft with desperation
Look at me for answers.

I’ve never seen anything quite like it
I marvel and speculate alongside you
We fall into a steady and cyclical dissonance
Are the lilies still anymore?

Yes, the sky is still blue. The grass,
Green.
It’s rather lovely.

I feel a tug. A pull.
With ease I lean into its plea
Spilling into silence,
I am gone.

You are here alone.
Delicately gilded, you are safe.

The lilies still in the wind.
Utterly strange.
:) hello
I walk alone,
where the sand forgets me.

Water calls ahead,
"It looks real",
"But so does a mirage".

My throat begs,
but my mind doesn't trust.

So,
I watch from afar.
POV-
hope vs fear
This is the month of February, Black History Month and the month of LOVE, my focus is on LOVE as I post the ups and downs of this Emotion!!!




Note: A Story of Triumph and Love!!!

He brought to me his
❤️ Heart ❤️,
because the last
guy broke 💔 mine 💔,
He told me that
HE LOVED ME and
it was RIGHT ON TIME,
He showed
ME HIS AFFECTION and
it was so plain to see,
That this was
THE TRIUMPH OF
TRUE LOVE,
TRUE LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY!!!
THE KIND OF LOVE TO SAVOR,
THE KIND OF LOVE TO FEEL,
This is not just
LIP SERVICE,
THIS TYPE OF LOVE IS REAL!!!
He brought to me
  ❤️ HIS HEART ❤️, as
He Begin to
💔 mend mine 💔,
HE MADE ME BELIEVE in
❤️ LOVE AGAIN ❤️,
TRUE LOVE is what I shall find.
I thought that LOVE WAS OVER,
I was HEARTBROKEN and
FEELING SO BLUE
I followed the
ROAD of LONELINESS, and
ALONG THE JOURNEY.......
I FOUND YOU,
He brought to me
❤️ HIS HEART ❤️,
As my HEART💓 SKIPS a BEAT💓,
I know that this is TRUE LOVE and
now,
MY HEART FEELS SO COMPLETE!!!


B.R.
2/2/2025
Ryan Jan 30
Shimmering light, gleaning
In my eye, million
Shades of green
Among the trees
What is it
That I see?
When I look at you,
Is it a reflection of me?
Or an abstraction of you?
Is it really you,
That I am looking at,
Or am I looking at me,
Through a part of you?
When you look out of the window
On a train journey
She’s sweeter than a grapevine – she only whines around flavours
of great wine. Her body is feminine divine; you could title her
as a song – still too hard to define. Would I deny, the place she
lingers, in the thoughts of an artist’s ***** mind?

But maybe I’m just too down to earth – less than down bad, but
searching deep to hold your flower at a hand’s worth. Right next
to me, the heat of your body gives out such warmth. And in place
of new words, ones I never shared with old girls – your sweet
honey lips make mine appear as bees, that have you swarmed.

Alley hearts; we're two pieces of love on such a narrow path. I should
narrow it down; the many times I seen your tears running down your
cheeks, as if life was running you a bath. But I have you by the hand,
to walk into the future, with the past’s lessons and where love began.

The journey begins right here!
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