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Death of unknown
Known stranger
Why does it bring sadness
Known through sight
You never met
Never would have

To reconcile with the fact

Was it the aura
Was it the soul
What was and will remain
The essence of it
What mattered as a whole
Puzzling and cryptic
Quite an unpredictability
Bizarre and eccentric
This is such a mystery
Filled with suspense and darkness
Such an unclear scenery
A clouded situation appears
That is a peculiarity
MisfitOfSociety Aug 2019
Plunge a block inside, to widen the gap.
Spread you open to take a look inside. To see what you are all about.
I can see your soul, shimmering like a talking stone.
I must be at one with it, in order to be at one with you.
Let me squeeze my way in, so I can be whole within.

My journey has just begun,
I am a quarter of the way in.
Shine on me with your internal sun,
Let our two souls coalesce and become one.

This place is so tight,
But it is strangely comforting.
Warm and embracing me from every direction.
I need to keep on digging.
All this pain will soon be over,
And all you will know is pleasure.
You showed me your soul and now I will show you mine.
Listen to me, breathe in deeply, it will all be fine.

My journey is close to over,
I am half way there.
Shine on me with your internal sun,
Let our two souls coalesce and become one.

I know it is hard my dear,
But I promise you it will get better.
Allow me to show you a new way to love,
And we can love again.
I can feel your heart beating in my hands,
Does it feel what I feel?
Don’t hand me the gun,
And tell me to pull the trigger.
This will all be over soon,
Just hold on a little longer!

My journey is done,
I am all the way in.
You shone your internal sun,
Our two souls are now one.

Closer to you than death.
Closer to you than heaven.
Closer to you than spirit.
Closer to you than yourself.
Hemlata Roy Aug 2019
They go on searching in Kingdom of happiness
Trying to find a place of
kindness.

When they realise that it is a barren field
Unexpected failures break their dream.

They are not searching for castle and king
But a crowd of dreams that they're loving .

Wearing a crown is not the only source of a beautiful smile
It is a strange heaven where nameless happiness lies.
'Strange heaven' one of the best poems written by me. It is my favourite poem.
Dominique Aug 2019
But you asked for sunlight
So sunlight you must have, nothing
Apart from spinning gold
In places you will never reach, nothing
Beyond an incendiary bore
A couple thrilled little waves
An abundance of rays, observe how sometimes
They make the flakes of dead skin dance
Turn a few times in the air,
You asked for sunlight
So sit there and watch it before it dissolves
Everything is temporary,
Give it a little smile so it knows
You're still appeased when tasting its glow.
i despise feeling like this on sunny days, like there's something missing when all i ever do when the sky's dark is complain at it for hiding the sun from me
MisfitOfSociety Jul 2019
Have we forgotten how to dream? To see the world through ourselves? The place we used to be is now lost. When we were children we knew where that was.
Before we knew the world, we only knew ourselves; then we became aware of the world. The dream became the reality, and the reality became the dream.

This dream has to be real, because it is all I've ever known.
It is hard to let go and fall right in, and go to places I've never been.

At night when we close my eyes, I dream of the place that we used to be.
When I sleep I remember who I am, but when I awaken I forget again.

The rabbit will take us there. Let's all go and chase the rabbit.
The hole only gets larger.

It is larger than you can imagine. You will never truly grasp the bottom.

The rabbit's leading us down the hole,
How deep down can this rabbit burrow?
We're beginning to see from the in,
We will never see out again.

We are falling down the rabbit hole.
Which way is up?
Which way is down?
We can't see the top,
And we can't find the bottom.
We're looking from the in,
Going to places we've never been.
We're learning to dream again.

Follow the rabbit down the hole,
Into the unknown we go.
What is real? Is it what we believe to be real? Or is there something more real than what we think is real?
Stagger Lee Jul 2019
Superstitious goblins project images of divine consciousness, forbidden fruits of knowledge, unforgiving droughts of tranquility, I’m mad, I’m reckless, savage screams of yellow disenchantment, suffocating on insane misery, people speak but don’t say anything, my life, oh god my life!, I’m dead in my lifetime,
I’ll be nothing forever
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