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Not everything is as it seems
You need to look closer
Ask that burning question
Listen to that gut feeling
The meaning is there
Hidden in the cracks
Look closer
Closer
Closer...
Is it possible to sleep so long you die?
can we take a week off work for heartbreak?
how do you function without coffee?
where can I buy a new face & body?

Is it bad to put magic in your ***?
does anyone actually know what they are doing in life?
is it ok to cry during a wrestling match?
how many days until a dead body starts to stink?

Does a cat know when you're *******?
does it feel good to stab someone?
is it possible for something to only be slightly mangled?
and is the world ending?

Do seahorses taste like shrimp?
at what point do you stop looking like a jacket potato?
does anyone know any good cults to join?
where tf are y'all finding true love?
alex 5d
Do you ever wish,
you could redo it
all
over
again?

Go back to when
there were no problems,
or at least
no real problems.

A time I can’t even remember anymore
let alone imagine,
No pressure or worries?
back to a flowing, carefree entity…

All the what ifs?
they will always gnaw at me,
would I like to satiate them,
or are they better off starved?

Although, I know
the future doesn’t wait,
so some time or another
it will arrive.

And there will always be
more bad things to happen,
more good things to happen,
more losses than wins

So would I try to escape or
accept what I cannot change
and keep going
anyway?
lacre 𐙚 Jun 6
though i abide to reason,
for it answers my confusion.
but at times it’s an oblivion,
in some worlds unexplained.

the man with unexplained hunger
for that feeling is devastatingly ******
the owner said just eat the bread
but the men insisted to be a threat
so for bread and an overture was dealt

weirdly, He referenced the hollow,
with an underwater volcano.
whilst intellects tried to argue and reason,
He simply said it’s no symbol,
wickedly leaving everyone dumbfounded.

or about the girl falling down
into a deep but surreal void
cakes devoured and hot tea spilled
a place where roses are smeared
gladly she came back polished

masses of reading were conducted,
ideas that were intriguing but conflicting,
yet amidst all assumption and reason,
we may have been blinded,
there may be no secret to hide.

though inexplicable through reason,
i can still explain it with one reason,
for it is the art of nonsensical whimsicality!
04.06.25
questions i have for literature readers...
Jeremy Betts Jun 5
Can you only visualize with your eyes?
How else does one view the prize?
What's the max number of tries?
What if both body and mind twist truth into lies?
Can I adopt a different disguise?
Will I have to provide my own alibis?
Or do those come packaged up with said lies?
Who attends to the styes?
Why are there so many goodbye's?
Lost in the questions as hope dies
Emptiness on the rise
Forced into the chamber where despair resides
This is what hope buys
Mama never said there'd be days like this
Days a pig flies
Kiki Jun 3
Asked her

   "Whatever?
    Whenever?
    Wherever?
    Forever"


She­ said

   "Never"
Guess her name
Cheyenne Jun 5
It is 3:00
And I am still awake.
I stare into the darkness
While others rest-
Like the dead.

It is 3:12
And I lie in a bed that isn't my own,
Questioning everything.
Why do I still have bad dreams?
Why can't I ever sleep?

It is 3:33
And time doesn't exist anymore.
The clock in the hall deafens my ears,
With its incessant ticking-
An endless tap in my skull.

It is 3:46
And not even my dog,
Is making a sound.
Am I the only one to live now?
What kind of purgatory have I fallen into?

It is 3:52
And my eyes are glued to this screen.
The world rests in peaceful slumber,
But all I do is tap out poems
That no one truly cares to read.

It is 4:03
Why am I still awake?
Because the memories I face in my sleep,
Are scarier than anything
That comes from under the bed.
Its now 4:30, and I am still awake.
Jeremy Betts Jun 3
I don't mean to tile a question
But that's where I'm at
I don't know any further than that

©2025
David Fesenco May 31
"What is truth?", Pilate then asked,
turning his back, about to leave,
"I bear-", replied the Lamb of God,
"... witness to truth. The truth is me."

A question posed so long ago,
but to this day ferments the mind,
as though a cataract which grows
to leave the eye completely blind

and doom a Man to only seeing
the world as flat and lacking depth,
a half-a-lie or  half-a-meaning,
but bear a cross of equal weight.
This is the beginning of a poem i jotted down on my way home. I am planning on finishing it sometime and introducing my idea of the truth, especially it's function in arguments.
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