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Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2021
Think about your face all the time
Climbing the wall I'm stuck behind
Before you left felt so strong
Now just feel strung along
You spun webs of silken lies
I am the prey you caught that dies
One day say you love me
Next nothing at all
Since I've still been waiting for a single message or call
Something has changed the way that you feel
More likely
Feelings weren't real
Your words can con anybody with enough charm
What do you gain by causing me harm?
**** relationship with stupid mistakes
Suspect are choices you intentionally make
You are a person I don't even recognize
Where best friend stood is a stranger with blue eyes
Happiness stolen by time's vicious stare
****** up to the point beyond repair
We are both ruined
Ziku Jan 2021
One repeats this phrase with the keen of heart
Yet do not fully grasp the concept of its art
In the end nothing matters
Speculating the grand scheme of afterlife
Is there even an afterlife?

Fire rose from man’s heart
Enabling great fear and passion
In the end nothing matters
Yet a man can only push and hope for better
As he is in no control of his destiny
One can only cruise the ship with certainty
Certain of his own capability
Infinite
Certain that one day his work will be seen by great minds
Transcending
Bestow to mankind at the desperate time
Free the greatness within
Free the inspiring nature indeed
Is this merely a dream of a kind
You would not know until you arise

From ashes of the old one
Reminiscent of the death
In the end nothing matters
Tranquil yet fearful
Thus the nature of life
Unappreciative at its nature
Yet all is harmonious and righteous
As a bacteria can make imminent difference
All is connected and nothing is lost
One can only stand and accept it all

Ziku
Feel free to contact me to discuss how this poem makes you feel.
None of my work have preconceive meaning, all done in a go.
YOU INSTILL THE MEANING!
Ziku Jan 2021
In the cabin I ponder
Upright arm crossed
Cheering for the reality of livelihood
Calculating
Learning
Reciting
Living
Through the cacoon I rose
But what's the meaning of it all?

An old man stood before thee grand of death
A stick in his hand and a bag of deed on his back
Judgement day longing from the not so distant future
Chariots of fire accompanied by mythical features
At the end nothing matters
But your deed to the being and everlasting lust for the truth

As the words arose I sit and ponder
Imminent death
Unpredictable
What's the meaning of it all?
Not a drop of answer will show
One finds his own destiny
When he chose the life of the enlightenment
Hardships follow though
People resent you
Yet the message is clear
"Just do you"
Feel free to contact me to discuss how this poem makes you feel.
None of my work have preconceive meaning, all done in a go.
YOU INSTILL THE MEANING!
Zack Ripley Jan 2021
Feeling numb from my head to my feet.
Like a musician who can't hear the beat.
But that's what happens
when you're making your name in the streets.
Can't trust anyone you meet.
So where do you start
when you can't trust anyone,
let alone your own heart?
You take your time.
Think everything through.
Because only you know
what's best for you
Thomas Patrick Jan 2021
Am i the water
Drifting, flowing within the mass
Sometimes rushing rapidly
At times stagnant

Or am I a rock
Slowly being eroded by constant pressure
Or a leaf
Cascading wildly until saturated
Thomas Patrick Jan 2021
My body is connected
To a sensory mind
As the heart beats faster
Tense with fear, or excitement
Like a wild animal frozen before flight
Until I center
Breathing...into...strength
Of recognition and oneness

Desiring the connectivity
To be beyond me
A soul collective
Despite differences and greed

Difficult enough to find love
In a partner, or friend
Let alone the thought
Of omnipresence between us all
As I struggle to tune myself
Dylan Jan 2021
Would a common canine not bore,
following our steps without explore.

How are humans holier than thou,
when free fields are left without plough.

History could be to blame,
likening me to men and women of fame.

For dogs aren’t seen as a whole,
a dog is a dog, no other pays its toll.

Humans go through life with persistence,
searching for excuses to existence.

But few will ever realize,
what a waste it is to immortalize.

Forget likens to men and women of fame,
that only keeps one within the frame.

Go live life as if in the wild,
nothing more is farther from mild.

Be as a horse, a dog, a mare,
all other creatures can compare.

As long as you don’t just follow me,
after it turns out my dreams were meant to be.

Be as a lion, a dog, a hair,
all other creatures can compare.

Just don’t look back into history,
expecting to find the lock that fits your key.
Thomas Patrick Jan 2021
My mind is disconnected
While my body feels I don't feel
A vessel for a journey
Occasionally stirred by touch
Or deep lostness in my eyes
Like looking at a flame
Dancing dangerously for fleeting moments
Alive as it exhausts itself
In continual asphyxiation

How deep thought can go
Beyond animalistic instinct
Cascading like a stream
Wandering an infinite universe
Yearning for understanding
Of some greater purpose
Wanting of some feeling
That is sensed beyond senses

Yet the mind degenerates
With the vessel to which it is tied
Like the flame extinguished
After only a moment
Just a grain of sand
Passing through an endless hourglass
Mimmi Jan 2021
Im scared of the people I see everyday
I’m afraid of a closed door
I never want to wonder, what would happen
If I even once, dared to knock

For what I have, are no broken bones
But I’ve always been crawling
I do have two lungs
But I still always have trouble breathing

This heartbeat of mine is staggering
When I make mistakes or do wrong by my own book
It tells me to bang my head through the wall
For wrong doings only deserve pain
Therefore I’m even scared of my own house
The people out there, how do they exist so calmly?
I’m a wreck as soon as I walk out the door

I can’t seem to explain - mostly because I don’t understand it myself

I didn’t mean to be so quiet
I didn’t mean to be so gone
I didn’t mean to be so scared
I didn’t mean to be so sad

If I could be easy to talk to, I would be
If I could forget my past, I would in a second
If I could not be so timid, I would
If I could understand, I would

If I could escape anxiety, i would probably be forever running.
I still struggle with depression episodes, I have daily anxiety and have for a long time suffered with social anxiety it almost took the best of me when I was between 14-17, If I hadn´t get the help I needed I would probably would have lost the fight...

But IM STILL HERE
Writing still helps and makes my brain a little less cluttery.
Mel Dec 2020
Would Napoleon be so well known

If his name was Adam?

Would DaVinci be so well known

If his last name was Smith?

Does a name really make up a person?

Or does a person make a name great?
History stuff
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