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A journey long, through countless miles
Yet the heart, walks with smiles
Time took the glow, not the flame
Every new turn, is but a quite game.


The past leaves shadows, but none to blame,
I move through silence, to meet the divine.


Susanta Pattnayak
When you’d hunt me down,
Felt like I was given a crown,
My heart so much quieter,
Aching for you as proprietor.

Someone said I drown,
On your face—a frown.
You’d stand on the brink,
Our breaths in the sync,
Feeling your nearness,
Ditching the harness,
Standing there bare,
Sinking to your stare.

If you’d hunt me down...
I’d wear it like a crown.
22/4/25
intrguing, this global web site,
when you post at your "odd" hours,
somewhere it is early morn, or the
dreading deading of night,
late afternoon, lunchtime, and the,
this poem slow falls to the bottom of
the front page, into a Found, but Lost,
maybe, some die almost, totally untouched,
some shockingly reveberate, some holy revered,
others, break & brate, forlornly, of unlimited loneliness

this mystery I have studied, and freely admit,
after 15 years, under-the-ladder-stand, and
wisdom goes from zero to less and lesser;
it is time for spring cleaning, amidst the chaos,
in/of a turmoiled world, soiled, cleansing the
palate this year, is harder than ever, and the more
I ponder our exploding litany, I swallow acceptance
whole, pre~forgive most sins, and submit to the burden
and know this:
of time and poetry, the poetry of time,
now, more than ever, is the time for poetry

and the time is:
5:44AM
Tue 22 2025
nyc, usa
and the poem is now!
Standing alone- waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting.

Waiting till my hair turns gray.
Waiting till my brain begins to decay.
The amount of time I wait is minuscule compared to the time I will spend with her one day.
till the ****** of love
she sang

till the drapes
in tatters, wail
they shiver
threads,
to ribbons
as tears
frail in spring breeze
stiff
bony breath of winter
chills the soul
readies me for the wound

she could dance
belly and all
entrance my naked heart, my dizzy doldrums
how all I'd wanted
was her
in the midst
of my forest

mistake my love
for the stars
she did
for the myriad
she tossed her well
into my coin
and I drank her in
leagues deep
with one penny
for her mind
read her life
saw her perfection stem
in my interest
coffers full
no rust, pon my copper touch,
dividends of time, we had
and yet
by the hour, struck every eve,
the penny wast all I had
for, spat back, my penny went

a man can love a woman
but should his penny be worth her life
her love, her heavens, her crown,
men,
with wallets heavy as banks
will buy her drunk
ego, pride, unmerciful
to the brim
with lust
save one's penny, she'd be rich

though poor all her days, without you...
Who knew soul mates could be so cruel... and uninterested in love.
Eve 3d
the moment has passed.
did you remember to enjoy it?


the sun has set.
did you remember to bathe
in the dying rays?


they have left.
did you tell them you love them?


the options sprawl before you.
did you remember to take that risk?


you hated and you raged.
did you remember to grieve?




no matter.
look, another moment approaches.
Can we talk
about those teens
who saw their lives
draining out of their hands
like sand falling back into the beach,
and instead of holding it tightly
against their chests
decided to blow it away
with the wind;
like a kid blowing his candles
far too fast
and extinguishing the fire
from his only birthday cake
until there was nothing left
to live?
Les montagnes russes que représentent mes émotions, je
les déteste fort
Je me languis de gribouiller des textes joyeux et euphorisants, mais
les montagnes russes que représentent mes émotions m’étranglent
Je me sens bien puis mal, mal puis bien
Plus j’avance plus je me dis que l’esprit humain et la combinaison de
ses pensées est
une malédiction de cent ans ou moins
Cette multitude de sentiments ressentis chaque jour à l’infini, sont
un mélange culinaire que je me force à ingurgiter

J’essaye chaque jour de garder la tête haute et j’y parviens, mais
lorsque je m’enferme contre mon gré même dans mes pensées, je
pense aux tourments qui veulent probablement s’échapper ou bien, me posséder
c’est comme si j’avais un corps mais ces tourments, ces tourments
ces tourments, me contrôlent.
Comme si je me noyais alors que j’ai toujours su nager

Souvent, je désire m’évader de moi-même. Alors je
dors.
Souvent, je cherche du réconfort. Alors je
mange.
Souvent, je cherche à les faire fermer leur gueule. Alors je
bois.
Dormir, manger, boire, ce sont des verbes qui m’apportent du plaisir temporaire.

J’observe les sociétés et je n’ai qu’une envie, c’est de crier sur les toits
mon vœu de vivre en Paix, sans troubles, sans préoccupations
Si j’étais un lieu de vie, je serais une maison hantée —
Mon introversion me fait déjà sentir tel un fantôme,
les gens me voient sans me voir (et en réalité j’aime ce concept)

J’ai trouvé la solution à mes soucis, je connais la réponse et les,
solutions
Me plaindre ? Mal venu de ma part, et pourtant
Je trouve cela difficile, d’Exister.
Certains parlent de survie, ils n’ont pas entièrement tort
Mais je veux vivre, putain, j’ai cet appétit de Vivre
Et je vis. Je vis
Mais vous savez quoi ?
Vivre, n’est pas toujours suffisant.

Je ne veux pas que ma vie soit un brouillon, à la limite
un gribouillis.
Après tout, quand je regarde de l’art, ça ressemble à des gribouillis
Alors oui, que ma vie soit un gribouillis.
le 19 avril 2025
Artis 4d
How long—
would you—
wait?

Would you wait—
even if i told you
that time wont stop for us?

Would you wait
even if i said—
my heart has been drowned,
in love before
and then broken in the same moment.

Would you wait
even if it hurt you.

Would you wait even if the clocks forgets the time
and everything doesnt make sense anymore.

Would you wait even if my words hurt your heart and pierce you effortlessly
is it worth—
is it worth the pain.

How much are you time are you willing to sacrifice
Even for a touch of love around your skin.

Would you wait—
When pieces of you will never feel the same?

Time is against us, my love
They say time heals all—
But why does time push me away from you?

I am not a promise my love,
I'm a slow burning fire that never stops hurting.


Would you wait..
for hours, months, years, just so you can feel a tight rush of adrenaline—
that ends in 2 seconds.

Would you wait if every heartbeat you gave me never came back?
and the words of ours are empty.

How long would you wait, my dear—
Till your fire runs out?
How long would you wait? 🥀
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