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Man Feb 13
Body of a long night in the suns,
Existence as we know it.
Ocean of absence & matter,
Of gas & solid
In equal coexistence
Within these systems upon systems.

Time & motion,
The yin & yang.
The delicate balance
They maintain
Allows for each to live.

Without one,
The other ceases to exist.

Without motion,
Velocity & acceleration,
There would be nowhere
For which time to go.

Without time,
Duration & interval,
There would be nothing
For motion to travel.
Repentant Jan 29
Yesterday is gone
Yes, Sir, days are gone
Hours programmed by you
Based on kindness, my last hope
Look what you made me do
Look what I chose to be
Oh you did educate me
Sorry I'm hard to read
It must be a misunderstanding
That we are fighting over this
I agree but Mr.officer
Do you think will you ever be?
Keep yourself together son
Your actions are repent less
Your behaviours were bad
You could be stolen or murdered
I agree sir, I do agree
I could be beautiful as I could be
I could be given a chance to be a part of you
But not with the name tag you put on me
I believe we worked well together
I was chasing you as you were chasing me
Whose fault is it for all the dominoes
That has been broken in between
I agree son, I agree
But we can never let you go
Oh I never want to be free
It's not you who pulls the strings
I'm sure you can waste my time
Double the time I want to waste
You can hurt me twice as bad
As I want to hurt myself
But believe me I know no better way
To be a hard working man like my father
I wish you could release him
I wish I could be like him
I agree son, just do your best
Try your best from tomorrow
But sir, what about all the days that I lost
Dear son to us, it's all just a day
I agree sir, I agree
Tell god that I'm coming
I have no more any body parts
No limbs or no bodies
But I still have a mind
Still have an eye for the good
I may not be the best
But I can bring on the worst
I wish you can help me use it
Use all my devilish power
All the science, the stacked knowledge
To help your own children
But son, don't you want to have a child?
Sorry sir, I don't have any more wish or desire
You forgot but the whole point for me
Was that I was doing good without being admired
Now that I know you knew
Now that I know you gathered
I think I have had some help
It doesn't feel as good as god would've wanted
Sorry sir, I just want this earth
To be a better place for my mama
For my dear dad in fliers
For them to see happiness in each other
What's this body to you I don't care
I never cared about earthlings
I believe in the afterlife
Do you believe in such things?
Anyway, let's get it out of the way
The nights are going to be crazy
I love you all, I can't call you evil
Believe me I trust my instincts
Even though they all can be people
From prison, murderers or the thieves
For me they had a beautiful soul
And there is always a good reason in the mist
I wish, I was a good soul to you
I wish, I could trust you more
I know I can trust you to back me up
Against this ****** up world
Just let me go now, let me have the leap of faith
I have seen the angel of death
And I think I should do something instead
I want you to look closely
To look closely at every footsteps
Cause you will see a path
Filled with glory and death of the despair
Tomorrow starts today
The date of the Mohammad(SAW)
Peace shall be upon him
And his beloved family at hands
We will be everlasting
My tormentors as well
Call it Stockholm syndrome
But I have been taught by Hafiz
I know the consequences
I have accepted the risks
I wanted all to be happy
I just didn't have what it needs
Now that I got another chance
Like a thousand times before
I think I am not gonna mess this up
Because there is nothing left to mess like before
If you missed a spot
On my soul or on my body
Let me remind you of something
That's for the death to push it around me
Nice son you learned your lesson
You are one of us now
What will be your last wish?
Say thanks to everybody in the crowd
Mental health conditions should be taken seriously and the educational system can be more helpful instead of prison systems. It's better to prevent than to punish, cause who ever we are punishing, it's actually us, that are at a loss. Wish for a better more peaceful world, but don't be surprised, there is always a devil that should be ignored for the better or worse, and it's people's choice to follow Allah or the devil. We can only be the messengers, the scientists and the loved ones.
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
I am a Star Voyager though,
 I've never left the ground.

 Traveling through the Milky Way
without making a sound.

There is music here in the desert sky,
 the cicadas drone,
accompanied by,
The coyotes singing in the wind.

As I travel from star to star,
with eyes full of wonder.

The gaseous clouds of Orion
faintly visible here in the deep dark desert night.

While the Pleiades
shine like diamonds,
against a backdrop of swirling black velvet. 

The collected warmth
of the desert floor warms my bones
as the wind whips and dances.

The desert is a wonderful place to be alone,
but a hard, hard place to call home.

Come morning,
I'll abandon my Desert respite,
and rejoin the world of men.

But even though I must go,
I know I shall return.

And become a Star Voyager once again.
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Kenshō Nov 2024
I sped to the temple.
Breaking human laws,
to align with universal ones.

I approached.
As my brow lowered,
grace entered my being.

Sunlight greeted me.
As I slowly passed
A stone Buddha.

No one was around.
Monks must be out.
Only a bird sat and sang
to all the flowers.
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As I entered the main hall,
the wood creaked beneath me,
And my awareness became acute.

The large Buddha towered
over a myriad of empty zafus.
All in accordance and order.

I sat, emulating the statue.
Even my temporal imperfections
matched the stone carvings.
Yet, my mind was with the bird.

I stretched out my legs,
toward the wall,
after a long sit.
The flowers were still after a breeze
And that bird had flown away.
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Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
Through soft static,
the silence hums,  
as a steady tide,
where chaos succumbs  
and white noise swaddles us
in its soothing embrace
drowning out the clamour,
creating tranquil space,
tuning into the comforting drone,
as peaceful slumber finally comes.

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kel Oct 2024
icy wind, creeping in;
peeking out, pupils dilating.
the freezing cold, killin';
chirping of the birds, dying.

a blurry silhouette
skating around, freely.
playing russian roulette;
any step can break my measly-
and fragile heart.

infatuation to falling in love
I'll never have enough of him.
a love story getting wove
trying my best to get that chance
to creep into his heart
and make him feel what I feel.
James Cushman Oct 2024
Cut my tongue
And Slip me poison
Strike a match
And watch me burn

I yearn for nothing
Its abysmal
So scorch my flesh
And warp my broken mind

Intimate darkness
Before your existence
intimate darkness
After
Take comfort in death and live a good live while you still can
emelie Sep 2024
a soft breeze rustles through the trees,
a gentle whisper, a comforting ease.
in nature's embrace, a soul finds peace,
a quiet solace, a sweet release
City lights flicker, casting shadows tall,  
Whispers of evening, in twilight’s fall.  
Streets hum softly, a nocturnal song,  
In the heart of darkness, where we all belong.

Moon ascends in silence, a guardian in the sky,  
Stars spill secrets, as constellations sigh.  
Echoes of footsteps, a dance on cobbled stone,  
Night embraces the wanderer, the dreamer, the alone.

Neon signs pulse, a heartbeat of the street,  
Mysteries unravel where darkness and light meet.  
Windows glimmer faintly, lives hidden behind,  
In the cloak of midnight, stories unwind.

Cool breeze carries whispers of distant seas,  
Rustling leaves murmur, swaying with the trees.  
A symphony of stillness, the night’s gentle hymn,  
In its silent chorus, we find solitude within.

Night is a canvas, painted in shades of deep,  
Where dreams take flight, and secrets keep.  
Beneath its vast expanse, a quiet allure,  
In the embrace of night, our spirits endure.
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