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How can "I'd do anything to see him"
And the fact.....I've made no effort to see him
Exist in the same plane of existence?
A fuucking paradox
An impossible duality
But here I am
Standing in that exact reality
And the answer is me

©2024
Only in the harshest of heart-aches
You feel the peace over-takes
Like jumping into the deepest of lakes

Over-simply put
You need a suffering input
To clean your lungs of soot

It is a sardonic paradox
Pain plants a backwards Pandora's box
Into the landscape of Nox
October was all of the moments that exist in the space between the best and the worst of life.
An absolute hurricane of the highest highs and the lowest lows,
leaving no emotion left unfelt.
I was overwhelmed with love and gratitude
and relapsed on grief and disappointment -
and it was     everything     I needed it to be.
Life is just as    ruthless
and just as     wonderful
as they say.
I got married to the love of my life on October 12, 2024, and I lost my grandmother, my heart and soul, one week later. I am simply just an apple pie of everything that made her so sweet and I only wish I had more time to love her.
Billie Marie Oct 13
I feel nothing matters.
I feel recreated and unformed all at once.
I feel my crown and throne has been usurped,
and I feel as a beggar, never knowing
the pleasure of power or possession.
I feel entirely different and still exactly the same.
I feel love for no reason
and pleasure and pain simultaneously.
I see life and death assault the senses
in each frame. I sense each moment as death
and rebirth entwined. I am the Goddess I dreamed to see
and the Devil I feared to face. I am totality.
I am infinite space as I embody the dust of Earth.
I am not and yet nothing - I can call it,
nothing, is - somehow.
dierdre Sep 23
How draining it is
for this place to be my haven,
yet also the very place
I long to escape.
Àŧùl Sep 22
I am going to forget your memories from my heart,
It's as if I'm going to erase my own existence.

This fiddle 🎻 I play so passionately as an art,
It's as if I'm going to shatter it down piece by piece.

I am going to forget your memories from my heart,
It's as if I'm going to erase my own existence.

May these clouds cry their shower along me,
For today, I'm going to weep like grown-up babies.

Fingers hurt, especially the ones in my left hand,
As they slide vigorously on the violin's neck.

Let me rub my regrets onto this rebec's neck,
Ah! The friction on the strings pierced my fingers.

This violin's strings become undone by my ferocity,
I'll sleep, knowing that I can't be loved by any.
My HP Poem #1993
©Atul Kaushal
Sulfur yellow, a watery burn
Created in an alchemist's urn.
Water feeds fire as both
evolve--
The formula of hates resolve.

You waver rights to be treated fair
Like Sampson selling locks of hair
Or selling age to a 95 year
old--
Sheep follow only to die in
their fold.

Fiery seas begin as a rift--
Water being the only gift.
But nothing, nothing is ever
free
Once transmuted into this
sea.

But logs do drift and beaches claim
All that gave this sea its
name.
©2024 Daniel Irwin Tucker
Ayesha Zaki Sep 13
We are the things we so desperately desire be kept concealed:

the unsightly sensation of blood
painting our stained hands,

the sheer amount of hopelessness coursing inevitably
though the warren of our lifeless soul.

we are, what we are not.
A glimpse into the contradictions we hide within ourselves.
ironic, isn't it?
Etherealwords Aug 24
It's always..
too young to be taken seriously but too old to complain.
Too young to know everything but too old to be naive.
Too young to be heard but too old to listen.
Too young to try but too old to fail.
Too young to give up but too old to keep waiting.
Too young to lead but too old to follow blindly.
Too Young to stress but too old to be reckless.
Too young to love but too old to play games.
Too young to be perfect but too old to have flaws.
Too young to understand but too old to ask questions.
That's the paradox and essence of teenage life,
Always expected to handle it all, but never fully trusted.
Held to adult standards, yet viewed in youthful eyes
nothing serious just a teen girl.
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