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π•·π–Žπ–‹π–Š'π–˜ 𝖓𝖔𝖙 π–Šπ–†π–˜π–ž, π–Œπ–”π–™π–™π–† π–‡π–šπ–ˆπ–π–‘π–Š π–šπ–•.

π•·π–Žπ–˜π–™π–Šπ–“ π–šπ–•, "π–™π–”π–“π–Š π–‰π–”π–œπ–“, π–™π–π–Žπ–“π–!"
π•·π–Žπ–‹π–Š'π–˜ 𝖓𝖔𝖙 π–Šπ–†π–˜π–ž, π–Œπ–”π–™π–™π–† π–‹π–‘π–Žπ–• π–™π–π–Š π–˜π–ˆπ–—π–Žπ–•π–™.

π•Άπ–“π–Šπ–Šπ–˜ π–‰π–”π–œπ–“, π–π–†π–“π–‰π–˜ π–šπ–•, π–•π–—π–†π–ž!
π•·π–Žπ–‹π–Š'π–˜ 𝖓𝖔𝖙 π–Šπ–†π–˜π–ž, π–Œπ–”π–™π–™π–† π–•π–—π–Šπ–•π–†π–—π–Š 𝖋𝖔𝖗 π–™π–π–Š π–‰π–†π–ž.
I think that's about life.. we're destined for doom and everyday we wake up to try and make the future a little less painful, a little more brighter.

Β© snoW
𝔄 𝔑𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔑 𝔬𝔫 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”¬π” π”’π”žπ”«,
𝔱π”₯π”žπ”± 𝔰𝔒𝔒𝔨𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 π”°π”žπ”©π”³π”žπ”±π”¦π”¬π”«.
𝔄𝔰 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”‘π”žπ”Ά 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔒𝔰 π”€π”¬π”¬π”‘π”Ÿπ”Άπ”’,
π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔫𝔦𝔀π”₯𝔱 π”‘π”―π”žπ”΄π”° π”«π”’π”žπ”―π”Ÿπ”Ά,
ℑ𝔱 𝔒π”ͺπ”Ÿπ”―π”žπ” π”’π”° 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”ͺ𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔀π”₯𝔱,
π”žπ”«π”‘ π”Ÿπ”―π”žπ” π”’π”° 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯π”ͺ 𝔴𝔦𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔫.
𝔏𝔬𝔫𝔀 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”Ÿπ”žπ”±π”±π”©π”’π”° π”Ÿπ”’,
π”šπ”¦π”±π”₯𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔑𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔰π”₯𝔦𝔒𝔩𝔑𝔰.
ℑ𝔱’𝔰 π” π”žπ”²π”€π”₯𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯π”ͺ π”žπ”«π”‘
𝔗π”₯𝔲𝔫𝔑𝔒𝔯 π” π”©π”žπ”­π”° 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 π”―π”’π”žπ”©π”¦π”±π”Ά.
𝔏𝔦𝔀π”₯𝔱𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔀 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔒𝔰 π”žπ”«π”‘ π”©π”’π”žπ”³π”’π”° 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”°π”­π”žπ”―π”¨π”°,
𝔗π”₯π”žπ”± 𝔯𝔒𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔑𝔩𝔒 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”£π”©π”žπ”ͺ𝔒 𝔬𝔣 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔑𝔒𝔫 π”₯π”’π”žπ”―π”±.
𝔗π”₯𝔒 π”£π”©π”žπ”ͺ𝔒 𝔦𝔰 π”΄π”žπ”³π”Ά, π”Ÿπ”²π”± π”΄π”žπ”―π”ͺ
𝔗π”₯𝔒 𝔑𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔑 𝔫𝔬𝔴 π”‘π”―π”’π”žπ”‘π”° 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”‘π”žπ”΄π”«
𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔰𝔲𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔬 π”Ÿπ”―π”¦π”€π”₯𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔑 π”Ÿπ”©π”¦π”«π”‘ 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔒𝔢𝔒𝔰
𝔄𝔫𝔑 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔒 𝔰𝔦𝔀π”₯𝔱
𝔬𝔣 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”£π”©π”žπ”ͺ𝔒 𝔯𝔒𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔑𝔩𝔒𝔑
𝔦𝔫 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔰𝔩𝔒𝔒𝔭 𝔬𝔣 π”‘π”žπ”΄π”«.

ℑ𝔱 𝔣𝔦𝔀π”₯𝔱𝔰 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯π”ͺ 𝔱π”₯π”žπ”± π”°π”±π”’π”žπ”‘π”¦π”©π”Ά 𝔑𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 π”Ÿπ”žπ”Ά.

𝔗π”₯𝔒 𝔱π”₯𝔲𝔫𝔑𝔒𝔯 𝔱π”₯π”žπ”± 𝔰𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔑𝔩𝔢 𝔴π”₯𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔒𝔯𝔰,
β€œβ„‘ π”žπ”ͺ 𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔫𝔒”
𝔄𝔰 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔩𝔦𝔀π”₯𝔱𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔀 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔒𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔳𝔒𝔯 π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔬𝔳𝔒𝔯,
𝔏𝔦𝔀π”₯𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔀 π”£π”©π”žπ”ͺ𝔒𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔒 𝔱π”₯π”žπ”± 𝔫𝔒𝔳𝔒𝔯 π”Ÿπ”²π”―π”«π”° 𝔬𝔲𝔱.
ℑ𝔫 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”―π”žπ”€π”’ 𝔬𝔣 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯π”ͺ,
𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”―π”žπ”¦π”« 𝔑𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔰
π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔒𝔰 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔑𝔯𝔢 π”©π”žπ”«π”€π”²π”¦π”‘ 𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔰.

π•Ώπ–π–Š π–‰π–—π–Žπ–‹π–™π–œπ–”π–”π–‰, π–‘π–Šπ–™ π–Žπ–™ π–‡π–Š π–’π–Š
𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–™π–π–Š π–˜π–™π–”π–—π–’ π–˜π–π–†π–‘π–‘ π–‡π–Š π–™π–π–Šπ–Š,
𝕴𝖓 π–™π–π–Š π–”π–ˆπ–Šπ–†π–“ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–Žπ–˜ π–”π–šπ–— π–‘π–”π–›π–Š,
π–”π–“π–ˆπ–Š π–‰π–Šπ–†π–‰ π–“π–”π–œ π–†π–‘π–Žπ–›π–Š.
𝕴’𝖑𝖑 π–‘π–Šπ–™ π–žπ–”π–šπ–— π–™π–π–šπ–“π–‰π–Šπ–—π–˜ π–œπ–π–Žπ–˜π–•π–Šπ–— π–Žπ–“ π–’π–ž π–Šπ–†π–—,
𝕱𝖔𝖗 π–žπ–”π–šπ–— π–‘π–Žπ–Œπ–π–™π–“π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–“π–Šπ–›π–Šπ–— π–˜π–™π–”π–•π–˜ π–˜π–™π–—π–Žπ–π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–’π–ž π–œπ–”π–”π–‰π–Šπ–“ π–π–Šπ–†π–—π–™.
𝕴 π–œπ–†π–“π–™ 𝖙𝖔 π–‹π–”π–—π–Šπ–›π–Šπ–— π–Œπ–Šπ–™ π–‘π–”π–˜π–™ π–Žπ–“ π–™π–π–Žπ–˜ π–˜π–™π–”π–—π–’.
π•Ώπ–π–”π–šπ–Œπ– π–‘π–”π–“π–Œ π–œπ–Žπ–‘π–‘ π–™π–π–Š π–‡π–†π–™π–™π–‘π–Šπ–˜ π–‡π–Š,
𝕴𝖓 π–™π–π–Š π–“π–Žπ–Œπ–π–™π–˜ π–œπ–Žπ–™π–π–”π–šπ–™ π–™π–π–Šπ–Š.
When the love starts to fade...and begin to reminisce. As weak as that love feels, it's there, you just have to poke the fire and add some wood. Give it some lovin' and surely you'll find warmth.
I appreciate the read.
Β© 2 years ago, snoW
Art OvElar Jun 2020
hidden from behind
move from side
to hide,
withered with an empty
swoon, to slide from an open hand
to hand,
whispers from adjacent hopes
the frequency...
now feeling hollow from inside.
Silent steps from a small space
to a small place,
withstanding the indifferences
with discerning gait.
Housing the apathetic thoughts
constructed from the sphere
centered in our mush,
the spiraling of gravities conveying
all of these random afflictions,
I gave
to you.
The endless thought patterns intertwining
JΓ©su Jackna Feb 2020
Un amant ailΓ©

Soleil Γ©thΓ©rΓ© d’étΓ©
Laissez-moi Γͺtre ton Icare
MΓͺme si je tombe sur la mer
Blessez mes faibles ailes
BrΓ»lez mes yeux du cristal
Pour avoir du plaisir de vous regarder
Seulement une fois dans l’aube

Tomber amoureux, ce n’est pas un canular
Mais comment peux-je dire si vous me trompez ou pas ?
Serez-vous capable de me susurrer des illusions ?
Serais-je capable d’Γͺtre le guignol de tes mains ?

Larmes d’or
Dessous kilos du sel
Personne n’écoute le son des souffrances invisibles
NΓ©anmoins, comment pourrais-je demeurer dans vos oreilles ?  
Quand l’air, c’est l’eau
Et quand mes veines ont des poissons,
Toujours cannibales,
En nageant dans le liquide sanglant.

Serra ici le vide n’est plus un chose Γ  craindre ?
Serra l’amour qui donne l’heure obscure ?
Alors, on paralysera et tombera sur un dimensionnelle lagune ?
Sans savoir oΓΉ ou qui je serais
MalgrΓ© une existence n’est pas une rΓ©alitΓ©
Sans vous, les flammes, dans mon cΕ“ur avare
Jack Jenkins Dec 2019
when people look me in the eye
for just a fleeting moment
i feel as if i will die
or fight
i feel as if i will die
for just a fleeting moment
when people look me in the eye
//On trust//
Jack Jenkins Sep 2019
More distant more cold
The frigid waters freeze your fear
The frothy fog fades the shore
Swing low and stare at the stars
Ice halos around each twinkle
Born of broken wishes
Frost lays her sheet across your bones
There is no worry here for you
Be at peace and sink below
One with the salt and the sea
//on the sea & anxiety//
Jewel Jan 2019
How did I come to know you this way
I couldnt fathom what I was in for
I hope you're happy now you're mine like never before
You crashed into my world so I'm gonna crash into yours
It seemed like only yesterday I was just a little girl
Remember how use to dream and I still do
Dreams were where I first met you
I thought you would disappear as I grew
But that remains one sad goodbye I never had to use
Such is destiny such is to follow
Look at us we must've been shot by Cupid's arrow

Some nights my imagination runsΒ Β beyond wild
Sometimes l cant help letting go of my mind
I kiss the pen as I fantasize
Ready to make your mouth open in delight
I'm gonna keep you on your feet
When I'm happy I'm gonna have you dancing to my beat
When I'm angry I'll pierce you with misery so hard you'll bleed
When I'm hurt a river is all your eyes will see
When I'm in love I'll whisper words soft and sweet
When I feel passion you'll have to fan off the heat
I promise you a taste of everything coursing through me
I'm starving to create like thee almighty
Don't ponder or waste precious tears of sweat
Trust me I'll paint it so you won't forget
The many shades of this poet
I welcome feedback guys!
Kimberly Rose Nov 2018
I catch a glimpse of flames
Submerged in the swallowing smoke
Stare as it burns in the distance
Full of radiance and life, yet slowly dying
Light increasing, in its path diminishing
The depth of the valley, the vibrancy of color
Where is the point of ignition?
It spreads across the horizon:
milky clouds of white
earthy transparent brown
deep violet filling the air
The sun setting behind the tragedy,
forming brilliant, engulfing layers:
scarlet transfers into a peachy blush pink
Mountains blue as Washington’s Pacific Ocean
Sky breathing life to my favored colored pencil
Thin clouds lay as one with the atmosphere, each varying-
fluffy white into cotton candy pink
to an Easter bunny yellow
This is no dull view for the eyes
Nature, destructive while creating its signature on this piece of art
Engraving the masterpiece in my sights
Each flame once its own morphed into oneself, dramatically altering its appearance, its mass
A single flame has the ability to become a wildfire within an instant
Could I smolder a fire on my own?
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