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I am Frozen
- Still -
in Space

Trapped between
solid Waters
and biting Winds,

All I ever
wished for
were some Wings.
© 07/01/2022
It's another
mundane assignment
being trapped in  in the Asylum

Cause everyday  I feel I'm on an
I - land
and I'm  drift'n

With nothing but consciousness
on my mind

Seeing many visions now
many  a times

A thousand times?

Yeah, the feeling is..
Time - less

But then again

I thought it was just another case
of my mind  just being
mind - less

How thought - less

As I'm getting reacquainted with the
dark-ness that's trapped  under my eye-

For all I've ever seen under the skys is
in disguises  is nothing but  vio - lence

While still sitting still in the stillness
in si - lence

I'm left with  the question of

Who am I?

Undecided  but
No suicide

Cause on the other side of you and I
is nothing but illness and a stag-

Still divided
Too stationary

Vision blurry in a hurry
No worries

Cause I'm already invested
Battle tested


In my latter -  Days

And even though I can't see that
clearly the paths or the plans laid
before me

My plate is empty and my stomach is
rumbling  feeling kinda hungry
kinda annoying  but at the
same time

Re- a-ssuring

As the tempters continue to
Tempt me
The Lord is my Shepherd
Psalms 23
Christian Bixler Dec 2021
for awhile
the rain-washed limb
A M Ryder Nov 2021
Somewhere out there
A stillness
A darkness yet known
A nothingness awaits us
And it's better that way

The purpose of life
Is that it ends
And people don't think
About death until
They're forced to
Wilkes Arnold Sep 2021
On a bed in fair mid-May,
Away from school, work, and play,
Lie a young boy devoid of joy,
Trying to break away.

It wrestled, fought, and struggled,
But fatal aims redoubled,
His iron will held them stock-still,
Neither could break away.

Motions were slow and fleeting,
Instinct and Will competing,
To end two pains in different veins,
Crumble and break away.

Strangling a blind reflection,
White-knuckling throats mid-section,
With fratricide, a part had died,
What's left to break away.

Downtown a young man stood tall,
Behind eyes, perturbing pall,
Lie a young boy devoid of joy,
Trying to break away.
Jammit Janet Aug 2021
Stop rushing
Be present
In time
Hit that button
Indulge (in yourself)
Feel alive.
Norman Crane Aug 2021
accepting nothing
think without disconcerting
the unity of—
Keiya Tasire May 2021
I am?
Be Still.
Be Love.
Be Peace.
Walk with Faith.
I Am  Peace.
I Am  Love.
I Am  Still.
I Am.
Moving through Fear, challenges and pain; to find the connection within.
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