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Nylee Mar 21
My past won't protect me
My future is set to destroy me
what will I be doing now
smiling at the creations
is everything just decorations
it's all set up, and I keep my time
It's now what I do
It's in present how I be
don't fight, be at peace
I live and breathe the tranquil.
Nylee Mar 18
It's a reality when it is observed
It is unreal if no one sees
Even imaginary is unreal
but feels as if it is not.
If real is not real, why do I feel
we are running to acquire nothing
Are we onto something being
driven to see nothing sticks for long enough
If what I have doesn't make me happy
I manifest things with great yearning
But when I acquire, it just loses its lustre
Becomes painfully ordinary, are we onto anything?

we are participating in this life
It is real or fictitious, maybe both
we perceive it in our mind
Likely we have different insights
The echoes of our actions in a fleeting sound,
We bark out like a wounded hound.
We chase the shadows, of a promised light,
And grasp at substance, that dissolves in night.
The questions linger, in this hollow space,
Is meaning woven, or a fleeting grace?
Perhaps the journey, is the only truth we find, we are onto nothing,
A constant searching, of a restless mind.
Nylee Mar 14
Where dust divides, a hue of difference in colours,
A country, one side, then other, invaders
We're mere humans, yet we claim our provenance
Confining gaze, a breath of tainted air.

The wall ascends, a shadow cast in fear,
A tangle wrought, where whispers disappear.
Eyes, distant pools, reflect a foreign face,
A phantom "other," in this bounded space.

We carve our claims, on earth we cannot own,
A fleeting reign, on seeds of discord sown.
Then plunder deep, and leave the hollow shell,
A vacant home, where echoes darkly dwell.

We chase the sting, to taste a fleeting sweet,
A twisted chance, where joy and sorrow meet.
A wheel that turns, a truth we cannot break,
A hollow faith, for empty futures sake.

What bones lie buried, beneath our polished lies?
A silent scream, where nature slowly dies.
The withered leaf, the silenced, hunted cry,
Reflect the void, where true reflections lie.

Beyond the walls, beyond the love and hate,
A question hangs, a sealed and shadowed fate.
Are we but echoes, of the lines we drew?
Or something more, forever breaking through?

We are one but thousand more
the fields that grow more than one grain
We look in our hands, the bone structure
Find the colour only when I become just dust.

Ever wonder what changes be in history
If victors lost and the other side raised the flag
We'll be uprooted to another philosophy
We're bred, We don't keep our originality.
Nylee Mar 13
Stumbled to the fact
It is the moment you act
Is the movement,
But the second you react
it is where you stumble
start your grumble.
A quiet, dusty tumble,
Where doubt's seed,
Begins to humbly fumble.
Tried to the thought
all the things that you got
it's all forgotten lot.

Rushed to the plea,
a whispered decree,
a silent notion,
but the instant you see,
it's a fragile illusion,
lost in confusion.
Yearned for the hold,
a story untold,
a future grown cold.
Finding copper in gold
all that we get sold
Indeed we are getting old.
Nylee Mar 8
Universe, you’re listening, right?
Hear my words, my heart’s light.
Whispers carry, thoughts fly,
Reaching you, up in the sky.

There's a supreme glow, day’s bright,
I’m a mountain, standing tall,
Strength within, a guiding light,
Good things coming, one and all.

Growing taller, breaking free,
Thoughts like winds, wild and free,
Flowing with them, finding peace,
Changes coming, I’m at ease.

Superpower, belief in me,
Greatness waiting, you see?
I’ll achieve, with all my might,
Belief’s my compass, guiding light.

Universe, just a part of me,
Empires rising, wild and free,
Power’s mine, I’ll take the lead,
Destiny awaits, I’ll succeed.
Nylee Feb 27
We are yielding to it in every phase,
Our own cognition grows faint and low.
We built intricate webs of thought,
Now code streams, where bright ideas go.

The ceaseless flood of digital tides,
The seamless assistance AI provides.
No space to strive, we're the data it feeds,
We heed the tech giants' gilded deeds,
And craft fresh forms of digital greed,
Become hooked and mesmerised
By new tales it feeds, new strategy devised.

The algorithms churn in server halls,
No truth escapes, behind those tall walls,
What unseen shifts, what hidden thralls.
So we are growing weaker still,
Our keenest senses start to chill.

The world is a filtered, growing haze,
Authentic feeling, no longer stays.
Nylee Feb 22
Me, mine, my and I
how, who, what, why?
No, not at all, try
Somehow, so possessive
A monstrous instinct
This ego needs to die.
Nylee Feb 20
It was never mine if it is gone.
If it comes back, still it can go
what is mine can never be gone.

Temporal nature, temporarily, most things come as a loan
One fine day, all deals be done and I'd be gone.
The body will remain, because it wasn't mine
I'll be fine where I'll be with all that's me and mine,
A new body or none.

It was never mine if it is lost.
If it returns, still it can be tossed.
What's truly mine can never be crossed.

Ephemeral, like morning frost,
Most pleasures come at a heavy cost.
One fateful day, the game will be played, few lost.
The breath will cease, the heart might stop.
For this frail form, the body won't gallop.
I'll be fine where I'll be, with all that's of high importance,
Me, and mine, a soul released, and won.
A new form or none?
Nylee Feb 7
am I an observer
or a participator,
this life, a reel or real
am I whole, or partial?
this is all surreal
are we living
or watching time spill
doing nothing
rotating in this cosmic realm,
starting where we started,
ending where we end,
rolling the rock up the mountain
watching it fall
traveling back up again.
what is the deal?
we know the prison,
let's dig up the tunnel.


am I a spectator,
or a perpetrator,
this death, a dream or dire,
am I fractured, or entire?
this is all infernal,
are we decaying,
or watching shadows crawl,
doing something,
descending into this chthonic realm,
starting where we're buried,
ending where we're born,
our remains part of the earth,
watching it crumble,
crawling back down again.
what is the ordeal?
we know the freedom,
Are we combusting chemical?
Nylee Feb 1
Maybe I am not assisted by AI,
maybe he is, who am I to ask why?
Maybe in future nobody will try,
we will assist AI, and it will thrive
AI will be me without a life.
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