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Andrew Rueter Dec 2020
When
Where am I going?
and
Where have I been?
have the same answer
it’s nowhere.
Naveen Malhotra Nov 2020
Fickle mindedness
A moment here
Another moment there
Lands you nowhere
Unable to decide
What's black
What's white
What's to do
What's not to do
Where's to go
Where's not to go
Frustration fastening
Emancipation a day dream
Fickle mindedness
Threatening
An impulse in the mind
Make arrow shot
In the dark
Not bother
The consequences
Cis-river, trans-river
Another impulse
In the mind
Don't decide
For the time
In not deciding
You decide
A decision
Alright
Better than
Arrow shot
In the dark
Fickle mindedness
Lands you nowhere
This far nor that far
Take deep breath
In and out
Make resolute mind
Dispel fickle mindedness
Decide with confidence
Landing this far
Or that far
In best interest
As you are
If on the horns
Of a dilemma
Or a multi-lemma
Be content to decide
Fickle mindedness
You avoid
Beckie Davies Oct 2020
why are you still here?
is
it
because
you have nowhere else to go ?
i am the only place that he can go to
Creux Oct 2020
This existent world is nowhere near I
For I'm just a tenant in this body
This vessel's just blown by wind so breezy
To follow the path that fate will decide

No matter where you look there is an eye
And escaping your mind won't be easy
It matters how strong the linen's knot be
As one like me might fail to see this tie

This existent world is nowhere near I
I'm here again, the jail where i reside
With these two windows that i call my eyes
Alone with my head buzzing, roaring loud
This brain of mine's a cell, so dull, so dry
And there's no escape, there's no getting out
This is heavily, heavily inspired by a favorite song of mine: "Mind Is A Prison" by Alec Benjamin.
A lost hungry vagrant
on a train to nowhere
everywhere's his home

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     on a patch of hay
     in the heat of day
     he doesn't bother to get
     on his knees and pray

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          everything he wants
          is in his sweat and blood
          the shirt on his back
          and his matter of fact

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                                               solitary freedom
                                               even when burdened with chains
                                               and in heavy rains

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                    he flies through time
                    known by himself
                    on a patch of hay

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        in an empty, lonely cart
        on a train to nowhere
        wandering the face of the earth

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yearning for Starlightūüíę
I went back and forth
up and down

suddenly I was nowhere to be seen
not even for myself
Farida Salem May 2020
Out there, in the middle of nowhere,
I woke up and noticed I found a home.

“On a block of ice? Or a piece of stone?
Either way, I think this would suffice.‚ÄĚ

Away from everyone. Away from myself.
Right there. Out there.

In the middle of nowhere.
Line from my book: Lifeline byFS (a work in progress)
Dvali Taytem May 2020
And that’s when he said to me that
This is
As good as it gets
And I am
Your only friend
And the sun goes
No-where
When it sets
He said

And now I am only a little bit
Taller
Than when that was said
And I am
Such a broken man
And I know
That the sun goes
No-
     where
When it sets
     Because
     That is what
He said
May 21, 2020 6:17 PM
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2020
When root of pain is just too deep
Down too far to unearth
No shovel is large enough
To remove that much aching earth

Reason fears suffocation
Tendrils choking tight
Wind knocked out my lungs
With vacuums bite

Of the misery I've experienced
Significant misfortunes had
In cruel replaced existence
None too severe to keep me mad

As fragile greatness shatters
Years wanting happiness
Inconsistent searching yields
Whispers and injustice

Fingertips touching occassionally
Silhouette and gossamer answers
None shedding light on solutions
Just methods behind cancers

There is nowhere to hide the sorrow
Nowhere to run from the tears
Do you get what I'm expressing now?
Embrace heartache
Love your fears
There is no cure to the suffering
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