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Niloo Feb 20
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺,
𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺?
𝘐𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺— 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦? 𝘖𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩, 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺.
Vitæ Feb 13
He drives dreaming,
     smoke writhing between
              gashed fingers keeps the
                                         wheel turning.
                                                  Sometimes,
                                an irresistible light
                     flares its hungry glare
           blinding the only eye
he can see with.
Sometimes,
     he's headlessly drifting,  
               and fears what's sprawled
                                 on the kerb might've
                                                        been him
                                    and when it isn't,
                              he pays a toll
       bound for the high way
black as a solstice night
     riding serpentine
          until he's no longer
                     prey to the break
                                              of day.
“Not a road long enough to outrun the dawn. Let the sun rise. I am ready.”
― L.M. Browning
David Fesenco Feb 10
The sun is broad above the forests,
intoxicating, blinding bright.
A moment of perfection, flawless,
a quiet place, almost a rite

of passage for transcending all
the measly binds of blood and flesh.

I lie beneath the sun, I crawl
the veins of this subastral trench.

I gaze upon how far I've come,
I weep upon what's left to creep,
whoever hikes a mountain lone
will feel it's hillside twice as steep.

Alone with thoughts there's nothing better
than doubting your way to the peak.
Sometimes I wonder, would I ever
walk paths, not knowing where they lead.
In times of doubt you can't miss the opportunity to lay it down on paper
Once on the Path again,
sunbound
even for just a heartbeat,
leaving it feels like losing a friend.

May we be
brave enough to see the signs,
wild enough to trust them
all the way back to our hearts.

May we be
light enough for spindrift
to twirl us up into the air
and may we, violently or gently, land
just where we’re meant to.
Immortality Jan 12
To be a star,
you must burn.

To be a flower,
you must blossom.

To be art,
you must be created.

To be music,
you must be played.

To be a river,
you must flow.

But to be a lover,
you may not be loved.
I think love should never be conditional...

I’m not perfect, and maybe I’m the most complicated and imperfect girl.
Anddd... a lot of people dislike me and give sarcastic comment for that, buttttt.... my parents and siblings love me unconditionally <3...I thank God every day for it.
It's not about quantity of people, but quality of love, for me..... hehehe..... :)

Remember,
You are never alone; there’s always someone with you.
Maybe it’s just you who are too focused on what's in front of you and haven’t noticed the one standing beside you.
Kirito Jan 12
What a beautiful blue light
Is my life is really to bright?
Maybe i should roll a 2 dice
So i can see my new life
Valentin Eni Dec 2024
Do not trust a man if he has found his path
There is nothing but illusion ahead
So you must wait for him to sigh deeply and yawn
So
Follow him into his failure down
Maria Etre Nov 2024
What a word
It is deep enough
and when said
at the right time
it changes the narrative
paths, worlds, hearts...

"LIKE"
Not only are we similar
but the emotions
the word has are light and heavy
enough to show the likeness, laced with love,
with a heartbeat, a mind-beat

And adding the word "wise"
Oouufff
you have to be wise
to use the word likewise -
because for you to be
similar you are at that mental wit
to say it, feel it, think it

"I (insert emotion) you so much"
"likewise"

Now,
that's a game-changer
Hadrian Veska Oct 2024
The key circles round to the lock
A lock which is known needs no key
A door that only faces inward  
On the outside has nothing to see

To open the way is to find yourself
Staring at the firmly locked door
To find the key is to notice
You've not needed a key here before

The way to ascend is much lower
Not up or through but behind  
So that door and its lock will remain
Until we let them both leave our mind
Jeremy Betts Oct 2024
I had a dream
That I was star gazing
And all the stars fluttered away
Like lightning bugs
From a disturbed field
And my true path was revealed
Then I woke up
And forgot everything

©2024
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