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I’m Triaxial,              
In geometry,          
This X, Y, and Z…              
Caged by coordinates–          
So planar, unfree          

And time’s forward flow,          
Just won’t let me go,                
It’s sometimes too fast…  
Then, relatively too slow  

There’s a down direction,              
That pulls with oppression,    
Gravity’s fixed force–      
A constant compression

When force is innate,
I’m stuck at it’s rate,
Sunken and buried,
By pressurized weight

And, in this void,
Nothing’s destroyed,
Change is the constant,
From which all is deployed

While my perception,
Is a small projection,
Of fundamentals,
Below our detection

I myself am just an extension
Of laws beyond comprehension…
I’m suffocating, blind
Stuck here, in this **** Third Dimension
Maria Leslie Jun 12
You are my dreams
that I have been waiting for for a long time
but I met you at the wrong time,
in the wrong place

You are the one behind me
who shines
despite the decade
I have been dreaming of

I thought I could be with you
then and until now
I can't reach you anymore

You are the one
who is always behind me
that I want to achieve
You are the one
who always takes my place
reminding me
but I can only breathe
in the past

I see the lights in my dreams
But it’s gone away now
It’s far away going back to my past

To this day,
I still feel you in my pulse,
in my past,
still drawing memories.

I know I let you go
a long time ago
and accepted that you're gone
but there's a melody inside me
that I want to have you

the thing inside me
that's hard to forget

Something in there
that I can’t let go

the karma of the past
that was left behind
but has been covered
by years and decades

I try to forget it
even if I run some distance
you are inside my heart
you are in the past of my dreams
that are one of the pillars
of my personality
and my dreams

I see my cold shadow in the past
that I can't reach you anymore

The broken destiny and dreams
told yesterday
Mystery come back to me
But it’s over now
You remain my heart before

I see reflections in my dark dreams
because I see my reflections.

I see it now
And I still feel it
All along it was all reflections.
Written: 6.11.2025
Adnan Hasan May 24
Where lies the gate of this world? I long to escape
Where is the door to this world? I want out
Falling Awake May 23
In your wake,
In your silence,
a subtle soundtrack
swarms my head.

The melody of beeping monitors,
The rhythm of knuckles on bed rails,
And the verses, pitched in pain.

They only grow louder, still.

But, grabbing at the void
for any last sound of you,
I hear the wind rushing by
as the world just keeps turning,
I hear the cackling of atoms
that never stopped their motion,
I hear the grass strands
rudely displacing your plot’s dirt,
And reality itself popping
as it rips apart at the seams.

Truth is, I thought I’d feel silent without you,
But it’s grown louder, still.
Adnan Hasan May 19
"We go through life without knowing where we’re headed… We run from things without understanding why they chase us. We do everything expected of us—except what we truly desire. We speak endlessly, yet imprison the words we long to say. Lost in tales of the past and those we’re living, torn between dreams we cling to and those that slipped away unnoticed. We grow accustomed to all that happens and has happened to us, facing life while neglecting ourselves. Our hearts are wearied by fate’s whims and exhausted by the weight of passing days."
Joss Lennox May 7
Up       Down   Up     Down  
and                  and
My heart, it pounds, on the fast-paced merry-go-round.
Flashing moments
left whirling on the wind,
Timeless clockwork
filled with dizzying delight,
Stillness surrounds
these splendidly spinning
and thrilling seats,
An enchanting ride
where wild and whimsy,
meet cheerful release.
this poem, to me, is about finding the beauty, stillness, and reflection even in our own fast-paced lives.
Eve May 5
my veins are on fire
my blood is straight whiskey
you were an alcoholic prior,
and i know you like it risky

succumbing to the temptation of pain
hand me a sacred image
and i'll turn it into a game
never a love i had to hide either,
never had a love for the theatres
snippet of lyrics(?)
Manx Apr 30
Like bouquets of flowers
Which are all but homogenous
And withering from neglect.

Like a classic & well known speech;
But someone altered it greatly
From structure, wording, & hermeneutics.

Like beaches of glass,
Where time & wave deny
Any smoothing of edges.

Poetry is long-winded,
The stanzas bore
Through ups & downs.
Wind for the sails,
Bores like dowels;
Flying
the saddest part of dying
is what you forgot to do
the ideas born in lucid dreams
that vanished in the hue
the mountains never seen
the oceans never crossed
the poems written on scraps of paper
a lover's smile now lost
the tears you held inside
the chances never taken
the landscape of your life
an oasis now forsaken
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