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Hriday Shah Sep 17
Cupid - Where are you?
Did you vanish in the blue?
Did you forget your bow?
Cause my heart is too low.

The sleepless nights
The empty sights
All Those come
But the leave me dumb.

Why is that I fall in love,
But they do not,
Why do your arrows curve
When my love has made knot.

Is it that all hate me,
Or just try to break me,
For all I can see
Is nothing in this endless sea

Find me at least one
Someone as bright as the sun,
Someone that would understand
The weight in my hand
outside, the cold air
unwraps my skin.
i’m listening to a friend
tell us a story
that feels rehearsed,
meant to impress
but all i can think about
how sweet my drink is
and the length of that girl’s dress
across the street.

then i see him —
half-familiar, waving.
i don’t remember his name,
but he does me,
goes on about
jobs he’s changed
and the old team.
i’m the only one left.

he asks if life
is treating me well.
i nod.

he asks if i’m happy.

i look down,
searching for the answer
between cigarette ash
and concrete.

“if you need to think about it,”
he says,
“you’re not.”

his words stay with me
for the rest of the night,
then the week,
then the month.
this one is about a night in oxford that stayed with me.
a silva Sep 10
As sand trickles between my fingers,
Still I continue to search its meaning.
The meaning of love that is,
Of millions of grains, of countless truths
Only a handful can be held;
The rest slipped away, untouched.

Love, an figment ever changing—
Untamed, unfixed, unpinned, undefined.
When I place a phrase on my tongue
It escapes like a breath on a cold morning:
Visible for a moment, vanishes after.

And though I may never grasp it,
Still I blindly follow where it leads.
For love, even as a figment,
Is a journey worth the wandering.
We’re drift dots...

Our bodies are bulletins behaving badly, running when we feel free– [afraid of our news feeds]...

With nowhere to hide, we’re learning psychological acrobatics to climb ahead of us inside...

With half our child’s eye missing, we’re mending and pretending, eyes set on our marvel...

Here, these humble bumble bees, clumsy and dignified, redefine...
Because there is more to us than our dull diaries suggest; than these pressured, parasitical playgrounds repress...

As we’re turned into clones in these city messes, we’re reminded of home in the simplest of places...

Our hyper-perceptive, cybernetic surge is tearing through us, and we’re drift dots searching, scattering timeless new love.
Almost everyone has a loved one,
You can count on, at any time,
It could be a, sibling, parent, child or partner,
A feeling of security, always in your mind.
I  remember those feelings,
Then they began to fade,
All of my people now, are buried in their graves.
I’ve been asked, are you lonely,
It just becomes a numb feeling, I carry inside,
One thing I know is certain, I’m the next in line to die.
I do not want sympathy, or sit around all day, and cry,
No one said this life, would be easy, always, give it your best try.
You should never waste your time, in this short life,
Have confidence, in yourself, your thoughts, you must rearrange,
Especially on situations you have no means to change.
God gave us this life, we only have this one season,
Never give up discovering your soul, for any reason.


                                                                                                                                              The original Tom Maxwell©  08/19/2025 AD
Antonella Aug 9
Placeless
Perhaps impossible
But without place
Is how I feel
My feelings
A place
Inside a place
I am a place
My place
Where
Pause and
Placed hands
Pace and
Trace
An outline of
Home
i'm a lost soul,
ash for pieces,
stranded
with failures
that pray
in quiet memories,
to be remembered.
July 2025
Mirror mirror
On the wall
Will they love me
After all?

Mirror mirror
On the wall
Will I ever love me
Once and for all.
Kushal Jun 24
My heart beats...
Racing against my body.
Skin set ablaze,
I find myself burning.

Every word from my lips,
Wrapped in petals to cushion a fall.
The eye darts for detail,
With a fear of something unseen.
And every sound past my ears,
Quickens and loudens the thud in my chest.

Eternity in every moment,
And yet not enough time to find peace.
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