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If you're like me, lost in it all
Fear not, or do, if you wish, bawl
But heed my words and don't despair
If you know this, hope will prevail

We always return to the call
That lives in the depths of our soul
Like baby ducks on their adventure
To their mother's call, it's nature

And we are part of it.
You will grow and love, can’t skip
The steps of life that hurt a bit
Cause the fastest way is slowly
So be on your way consciously

And you will see the sky is free
To change if you let it be,
And wind will blow both in your face
And in your sails, that is how grace
Is.

_M.
An old poem i went through again as i was sitting by the lake.
Slugish Mar 28
I want you to see me now.
I got better
They didn’t leave scars
My arms are fine
I wish you were here
You’re what kept me together
And I want to thank you
But
Where’d you go?
Oh
It’s a year
Please come back
Please
I’m better I promise
I even threw the letters away
I found new hobbies
I found you
I found what I needed
Please come back
I can’t do this
Please
I’m begging you..
I’ve been clean a year now
(Feb 2024- March 2025)
Adam Torch Mar 28
I thought I was happy
until I felt
a tear
slip down my cheek.

I wasn’t sad—
or at least, I didn’t feel so.
It was just something inside me,
letting out one last cry.
To see it, defines what it cannot,
It brings itself for what is not.
It has knotted its way from futility.
Now it is reality.
From henceforth, you know not,
To see it defies its knot.
I pondered on how the mundane can create absurdity. So, the goal of this poem was to show the existence from the mundane can create absurdity. Though subtle, it is such an anomaly to see, as it is reality.
A life of many,
A life of not.
To know any,
To know rot.
I have seen,
for what I have not.
I have done to know,
That I cannot.
Escape my rage,
For I have wrot,
Is my own cage.
A nightmare,
That I broken.
A sage of mirrors,
For I have sought.
No reflection,
No dedication,
Anything I have knot.
Everything is futile,
For it is eternally mine.
I had some musings of a circle and entrapment, to live like one’s died, so I wrote this poem.
Nicholas Mar 25
My mind melts away in intellect.
I know all too much for my own good.

They say "If I could I would” but if you could would you?

The simple truth is you can.

As time passes like sand.

Slipping through your hands.

You don’t.

Something else is the matter.
Viktoriia Mar 23
i don't want to adhere to a faith that's unkind,
all this pain i've been holding, i know it's not mine,
but i can't give it back, it made me who i am,
one who lives as a saint will still die as a man.

there's a door that can take me wherever i want,
but i need to obey, to abstain and withhold
my own truth, as it is, for it stains the divine,
but i'll never adhere to a faith that's unkind.
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