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selina Feb 28
to love me like how you love your
cheap hmart wine, to sentimentally sip
at me until you are tipsy and having a
good time; and if i have nothing more to
give, set my empty self on a distant shelf—
forever is a paradise, even if to only ever
hear your laughter from the sidelines
live love wine metaphors/similes
LoveIsReal Feb 25
People dream and in that dream lives a paradise, a place of escape from the world you live in now, a place where dreams come true.

Always afraid of what comes next, your mind creates a place full of creations, imagination and peace, and slowly you lose yourself and who you thought you were to this little paradise of escape.

Running and running, always moving, from one imaginative place to another, stories, poems, songs and art, all types of created paradises and all types of reality fading.

Around it goes, slowly but surely, forming a world or two in my head, losing that light that flickers slightly as my mind wanders, creating, imagining a world full of possibilities and people I wish to be.

Dying more and more on the inside, dying more and more to the depths of the darkness, I created due to my mind, full of paradises, full of possibilities, full of dreams I can't possibly reach.

Imagination slowly reaches its peak, living in my head and yet yielding in retreat, in reality, seeing what could be, but never really living it, too afraid to live as slowly I descend, the more I stay on this paradise of the end.

Sickening to hear this, but knowing it's the truth, sometimes a paradise isn't the way to choose, because this ideal of a perfect world for me, or a perfect story I can create, lessens my value of who I really am, where it should matter, back in reality.

Exiting this dreamlike state, slowly waking as I ache, reaching out for a hand to pull me up, up from this paradise of pure bliss and lost, causing my soul to stay right there, while I choose to get out of there, stuck forever in this state, this state of imperfections and surrealism, as I slowly descend into the madness to come, because I took a step on this paradise I created to escape the real me.
Zywa Feb 24
Progress is the storm

that has risen at the gates --

of Eden's garden.
Historical-philosophical theses "Über den Begriff der Geschichte" ("On the concept of history", 1940, Walter Benjamin)
Walter Benjamin bought in 1921 the painting "Angelus Novus" ("New Angel" / "Young Angel") by Paul Klee, painted in 1920, about which the 9th thesis is about

Collection "Germ Substance"
Karijinbba Jan 14
The traveler's wife?
I get it! You showed
that movie in the
magazine pages
long before the movie
came out

Pt, I finally did
watch it each time it rains
and when the sun shines
i search for you still;
shoes shirt and pants on hand
 place them behind the bushes
in search of you and amidst
pine tree branches too
thinking of you dearest
How i love you.

Not a day goes by
I do not seek you.
Please don't go hunting
but if you do I shall run
to hug you beg you to stay
traveler dearest
twin soul divine.
I love you. 
By: Karijinbba
And Mrs and Mrs Andrews.
The sun sets over the horizon
Painting the sky with orange and purple hues
The clouds are like cotton candy
Floating in the air, soft and sweet

The ocean waves gently caress the shore
Leaving behind traces of foam and shells
The sand is warm and smooth
Inviting me to lie down and relax

The breeze whispers in my ear
Telling me stories of distant lands
The stars begin to appear
Twinkling like diamonds on a velvet cloth

I close my eyes and breathe deeply
Feeling the peace and beauty of this moment
I wish I could stay here forever
But I know this is only a dream
Zywa Oct 2023
Come all through the gate

of our wedding: Be welcome --

to our paradise!
Prose poem "Royauté" ("Royal power", 1875, Arthur Rimbaud), set to music in 1938-1939 by Benjamin Britten (opus 18)

Collection "Love Mind and Death"
Whenever I love something,
it’s temporary like a bubble.
I see it but I cannot touch it,
for it will pop.
Bubbles are such fragile things.
How can something so lovable be so close and yet be untouchable,
It feels so unreal.
I can love them how much I want
but I can never have them.
Trapped outside the bubbles of my paradise.
watching the things I love.
A lot of people had  come and gone. Even those we confined on. Regardless betrayal.

It's absolutely true that, even a family can never be together forever,

we must spread, the Earth is so wide. As the space of heaven free and wide.

Sometime now we little have to worry about who stay or leave the vehicle of sages. What travels around return back about same place.

Wide and free space under sky, hoping God save us a place in paradise.

Either remain true. Needa stay real. - C9fm
It's inspired of a social media group, by the exit of people, one after the other. And there this work derived from.
Zywa Mar 2023
A woman with a gun
Driven out. Cast out
by her neighbours

because she was killed internally
and could feel nothing
but pain and disgust

and because they too can
no longer believe who she was
at home, in the paradise

before the arrival of the men
who use you cruelly
until they discard you

and impale the broomstick
grandma's cane, their bayonet
or a bullet in you

The woman with the gun
wants to sleep again, to feel
the warmth of the sun again

She wants to defend
a new paradise, being awake
from the nightmare

of inhumanity
and free herself from the cage
of her broken body
Relief on the grounds of the Soviet War Memorial, Treptower Park, Berlin

"Our Bodies, Their Battlefield: what war does to women" (2020, Christina Lamb)

Collection "Bruises"
nvinn fonia Jan 2023
video games paradise
video games paradise
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