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Manx Jun 2023
Cogito, ergo sum
But what do I think?
And what, pray tell,
What effect does this have
On my being?
If what I constitute
Is alone, based on action,
Based on thought
What can we say of man today?
xavier thomas Feb 2023
I’m not afraid to lose you in the process of us becoming better people.
I’m not afraid to tell you the truth even if it hurts a little.
I’m not afraid to compromise time in exchange for peace.
I’m not afraid being vulnerable, though, I’m automatically viewed as weak.

All past doors were sealed.
So nothing will interfere.
Work to take proper care to be in the presence of a new journey.
So natural growth can bloom there.
Right before we got together.

Yet, I catch myself overthinking during crucial conversations because I don’t want to mess up.
Learning to give room for human error.
Despite it all; I am still in love with you…

You, my love, You
Mark Wanless Oct 2022
i want to something to you
but cannot think of
anything worth your
time,,,, take care
𝙶𝙽𝙶 May 2022
𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚑𝚞𝚑!
𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗' 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚗𝚊𝚑?
𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎,
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜
𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝.
Shoulda been my first piece to write after a long time ...sorry dear book but am back now.

© snoW
Lydia May 2022
It is disappointing
that every thing you think and build up in your mind
is better than the reality of it
Mark Wanless Apr 2022
i accept input
i think about it
i do what i want
Deep Jan 2022
How easy it is
To write
And think about you!
Anais Vionet Jan 2022
I think of you often.
In the morning, late at night,
but those thoughts go unvoiced,
the mortal touch goes unfelt.

It’s easier to keep to myself,
to avert my gaze deliberately.
It’s safer to keep ravenous.
It’s simpler to bamboozle with silence.
BLT word of the day challenge: bamboozle: "to deceive, trick, or confuse."
Mark Wanless Dec 2021
thinks and thoughts and dreams
consciousness resolute mind
in the mist of time
Nigdaw Oct 2021
I pour endless cups of tea
down the sink
we don't have time to drink
made for each other
like love notes we never wrote
always on the run
to or from something
a micro world of you and me
thrashing in the pond of life
with none of the finesse
of a swan paddling underneath
where are we going??
never stopping long enough
to think
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