Tomorrow I may never die,
writhe in the loops of time
like catching cold endlessly
over so many lifetimes

But the place I sat,
eyes, a waterfall
of suddenly gratitude
towards existence
for its too trivial
for it to have any purpose
other than to exist.

Eyes fluttering spasms of throbs,
shedding some unknown impressions,
long held in the eye of the mind
suddenly vanishing in the air,
I was born anew in shifted time.

To know what is this poem written on visit my essay about Leh (Ladakh, India) here: https://www.facebook.com/notes/arihant-verma/just-another-leh-essay-via-kaza-ft-people-places-creatures-part-1/1842634919134789/
Payden B Kell Jul 18

I dream of places far away
somewhere they cannot follow,
maybe that's why I dream of death,
or the moon,
or an abyss with a population of one.
A place to get away from the noise,
the crowds,
the people who think they know who I am.
I want to be with the person that does know who I am,
the only problem is
I don't even know who I am.

By  Payden B Kell (me)
Gia Garcia Jun 27

In this particular ether
He stood here
Waiting for me
In this space
He sat drinking beer
Smoking luckies
On this parking spot
He parked his car
Which we leaned on and kissed
By this fence
We stood smoking rubies
Talking about our lives
On this couch by the piano
I held his scar on his right wrist
He explained why he wore his ring
All those places
All those spaces
He was there
And on my skin
In my mind
He was here
And in my heart
He still is.

For J
tamia Jun 21

it's been so long,
by any chance do you remember me?


your streets are still the same,
alive regardless the time of day
like everyone wants to keep the sun and moon company.
the avenues are still a grid—
i've memorized you like the lines on my palm
and understood you as a mystic would.
callcenter employees still line the uneven sidewalks,
you're still littered with their cigarettes and bottles.
construction workers still stand at the edge
of the industrial temples they build
as if they're kings of the city,
and your streetlights still stand tall
to guide every human being
as they find refuge in your little coffee shops and apartments.

no, nothing about you at all has changed,
at least through my eyes.

but my heart tells me otherwise.

something's missing—
it's the school girls i once knew
who went about these roads
searching for any kind of refuge
from the woes of growing up,
who trudged the streets in leather shoes
making you a home.
they're gone now,
off to farther places and newer cities,
but here i am as i return to you
and somehow i still feel them,
alive and well:
their beautiful voices and roaring laughter,
the dreams they built in you,
the moments that made our hearts leap as great as the heights
we are yet to reach,
it all echoes through your alleyways.
and i'll never forget them—these distant friends and pretty souls—
the way i love your streets filled with our memories.

i love you, ortigas.
Paul Jones Jun 11

There's a second self     rolling in the deep.
They're felt but, sometimes,     I glimpse a shadow.

10:30 - 11/06/17
State of mind: anxious.

Thoughts: from feeling - my intuition and reflection take some sort of form. Like a guide or guardian showing us the next move or way forward.
Over the years, it's becoming easier to connect. It feels like a low frequency, like latching on to something faint and distant.

Rolling in the deep has a double meaning.

Questions: Is there a way to permanently latch on to this shadow? Is that healthy? Would we not become as faint and distant?
Mad Dog Jun 1

There's no answer to rejection simply a goodbye in a lost sense.
The desert at night haunts the soul as past faces burden are existence.

No one ever left unscathed.
The battle was simply over before it began.

May all the hateful cast bastards sleep well knowing nothing and thinking they understand it all just the same.

Why fight the truth when it isn't if no ones concern to begin with.

Linda how we shared the burden now a glass half empty wood suit me just the same.

No need to reply .
The answer lay crippled upon the wall just the same.

Better luck next time kid.

The highway knows no stranger as the emptiness understands the pain.

Breathe for you are still alive.

Kody dibble May 12

Shattered dreams..People often fall for their elusive
dreary spell,
Sages come and talk of nothing,
Children go and speak of something,
For what time does benefit us,
It often leaves us somber,
Surviving me,
Is that man in the corner,
Hopefully by now,
More than just an aspect of creation,
Or a reminder,

She comes upstairs,
Blanketed regrets,
No, Nothing surmising of hope or dignity either,
Just a blank stare,
Of formless opinion,

I knew one with opiates in her hair,
And lilacs in her mouth,
Something of a twist and turn,
She often wondered farther,

Firm believer in truth,
Yet vain reminder of silence,
Are these two once burdened upon frightful congruent spheres
or something random altogether,

I think the fish know,
The way they tangle and soar,
The way they find their way, even amidst a muddy storm,
Cloudy murky waters, like places of time stolen before your
very...

To finish this expose she said,
Bluntly reminding me,
I'd like to introduce a placebo
Look into the chalice in your hand,
Keep looking...
There!!!

welcome
Kody dibble May 12

Shattered dreams..People often fall for their elusive
dreary spell,
Sages come and talk of nothing,
Children go and speak of something,
For what time does benefit us,
It often leaves us somber,
Surviving me,
Is that man in the corner,
Hopefully by now,
More than just an aspect of creation,
Or a reminder,

She comes upstairs,
Blanketed regrets,
No, Nothing surmising of hope or dignity either,
Just a blank stare,
Of formless opinion,

I knew one with opiates in her hair,
And lilacs in her mouth,
Something of a twist and turn,
She often wondered farther,

Firm believer in truth,
Yet vain reminder of silence,
Are these two once burdened upon frightful congruent spheres
or something random altogether,

I think the fish know,
The way they tangle and soar,
The way they find their way, even amidst a muddy storm,
Cloudy murky waters, like places of time stolen before your
very...

To finish this expose she said,
Bluntly reminding me,
I'd like to introduce a placebo
Look into the chalice in your hand,
Keep looking...
There!!!

welcome
Ennovy Apr 28

If you should see
a forest so blooming
a calming realm
finest things in life

If you would be
a better you
greater animal
nature nurtures

If you could try
to bring to life
deep desires
thoughts and cries

If you might dream
things never seen
but needed, morals
keen callousness

melancholy Apr 27

so you're searching for reason in all the wrong places.
so you don't tell anyone what you're looking for,
so you just keep your head tilted down.
keep going.
if you keep lowering your eyes then
maybe you'll lower your head right into your chest and
maybe logic will fill that space when
maybe your heart once resided.
maybe.

4/26/17
uncertainty and self denial
I suppose this is loosely based on how I view myself based off the poem lifedance by Charles Bukowski
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