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Ileana Amara Jun 2020
we're all just a blink in a ripple of time,
everything, be it good or bad, is temporary
a faultless coincidence or an action to a crime
in a realistic end, everything happens for a reason.

IA
annh May 2020
I succumbed
To the habitual sound of obstructed truths;
Deceiving and deceived therein,
Abolished of conscience;
My penitence seeded with disavowal,
Your disbelief my credo.

'The liar's punishment is, not in the least that he is not believed, but that he cannot believe anyone else.'
- George Bernard Shaw, The Quintessence of Ibsenism
Charlotte Ahern Apr 2020
they can put their hands on me
but they know i will never look them in the eyes
with anything other than empty lies and validation
if the price is right
Charlotte Ahern Apr 2020
They never tell you when you're young
That you lose your friends to life
Charlotte Ahern Apr 2020
Love seldom comes once
It comes and goes
The way the stars kiss the ocean
Times without number
Adonis Yerasimou Apr 2020
From the darkest of souls, arose the sweetest of syllogisms.
:)
Adonis Yerasimou Apr 2020
The world is rough enough, I can’t take it no more.
I’m not that tough you know, I guess I never was to be honest.
My soul is weak to the point of me being overwhelmed by agony.
My future’s bleak, the same as it was back in my childhood days or so I’d like to say.

So scarred am I by life by life events. I cannot even count how many there really were.
But I don’t want to complain. Even the best of soldiers have the ugliest of scars.
Wounded by swords. Wounded by arrows. Wounded by love. That’s the battlefield of today.
Those are the things you have to go through is order to survive. In order to “go on living.”

I fight alone. I fight my own battles. I fight my own wars.
To save my own. Meaning, my memories and my emotions.
I lost my breath today while fighting. That has never happened to me again.
Gosh I’m as scared of death, to death and by death, for as long as I can remember.

To God I speak loudly and clear but it seems to me that..
He’s deaf indeed, I cannot even hear his voice. Maybe it’s too late for me to believe.
True love I seek but will I ever find true love? I don’t think so..
A lover’s plead to the stars, that’s what every beat of my heart is really whispering.

I don’t know what the world is asking from me, I really don’t.
Sometimes I just wish to be left fully alone. I have nothing more to give.
I don’t know if all I want is to want or to not want. But isn’t that a desire in itself?
Will I live forever??? Please say to me that I get to live forever.

Many times when people get to find who you really are, they..
They tend to run away from you as fast as they can, maybe..
Maybe it’s vanity to desire perfection and to strive for ideals.
Maybe all that you really need to do is to just, to just, to simply…LIVE.

Only open your heart to someone who really cares,
And for sure don’t give your heart “just like that” to strangers..
They will use it and abuse it just like the rest of the world will.
Without caring, without any compassion, without any remorse

You are not the only person to be alive you know
(I guess that is my antidote, my cure for selfishness)
You are not the only one who has a right to experience things.
(I know) Yeah but you don’t seem to change your mindset/behavior at all.

It seems to me as though sometimes the whole of reality is just like a big movie
Everybody is playing their role. Unaware that they themselves, are being played too
Forever ****** to want to be somebody else. Denying themselves.
Don’t you see that sometimes too? I mean the movie part of it all?

(Now, tell me, just tell me, what is the secret to living a long, happy and fulfilling life?)
To not care about what others think but to trust them with your life without any second thought.
You see, that was a contradiction because I always tend to speak that way.
I’m elusive, I’m opposed to myself but also united. Fragmented and whole. I am the all-encompassing, ever eternal, [BROKEN & glued again] mirror of life!

I don’t know what the truth is. I guess the only thing that’s true is..
Searching for truth. That is the only “true” path of life. I believe so that it is at least.
And you? What’s your Truth? What’s the truth that you are after? Huh?
Money? Fame? ***? Love? Companionship? God? Or the smell of the essences of the very deep recesses of your own mind’s unconsciousness?

I don’t know if I was always like this.. A deep thinker.
Pondering about mine and other people’s existence for far more than it is “necessary”.
Stretching thought to its very own limits. Letting, leading, and teaching my mind into taking more than it can “actually” take.
I think that’s is my mission here. To find, realize and then express to people, the finer truths of this world. And to rid them. Of their mystery.

That – I believe- is the only thing that matters. Unite the contradictions in yourselves.
And maybe, maybe you will only find that NONE of them, really existed at all.
It’s been my life’s work to try and find words to express the inexpressible.
Attaining the unattainable. Realizing the un-realizable. Touching upon the very elusive “thing-ness” of this world. And yet still up to today, it escapes me.
tabitha Sep 2016
I.
i have a dream that you arrive.
you sit on my bed. i kiss you.
it feels like real life.
i say i missed you.

II.
then
here comes
the issue and you
decide to go. i drop to the floor,
say nothing while you walk right out the door.
(you say something vapid and deceitful about self-preservation)
i slowly lose my remaining supply of salvation.
i must hypnotize my heart in such a thick dimension
(it's a defense mechanism),
i somberly lucid dream you coming back
and to your senses
(you are not the only pretender, i suppose then).
i wake up with a tight throat and heavy chest;
just another subconscious quest, that simple.
my brain is tying itself in knots...
it'll all untangle, i figure
i never got closure.
this **** ******* lingers.

III.
i had longed for you since the day that i was born, i think.
no, i am sure of it.
your mind, the curve of your spine, your time
******* exquisite
wished you would visit
because then you could see
that you are all i see
when i see you i see me
is that a good thing or bad thing ya think?

life pitched me that fast ball, and i should have covered my bases:
i still am a child,
in that i lack a few vital years,
and perhaps i am a little bit wild...
but *******, i swear to it, i would give you my best
i am rolling like a rock
take me down the river
let's slide down hills and
nix all the pills
even if our heads have bad weather
i want to love you so much better

IV.
i keep reminding myself that i am the world
so that i could still kinda feel like i have you

V.
here i am, a west coast lady
still mastering the art of
hammer-ons and glamazons
taking up random jobs and distractions
and there you are -- stunning --
strumming
humming
as if everything is fine
i am that hunk of wood
strings attached
and you were the hands that could play me

VI.
these are the untold truths
of my burning twisting youth
love has sewn my mouth shut
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Feb 2020
ILLUSIONS OF SEPARATENESS

Different does not mean separate.
So why do we have racism, hate,
****** of those who are different,
but not separate, from us, as well
as a seemingly inexorable proclivity
to destroy Earth and all living creations
on it.? Is this an aberration in the extreme?
If so, it is a grotesque and deadly illusion
that has been with us for countless
millennia. Why? A gross ignorance
that has begotten insecurity and brought
us to the edge of extinction? But we
know better now, or at least we
should. John Donne was prescient:  
“Every man is a piece of the continent,
a part of the main.” We are one, both
ecologically and spiritually. Ecolog-
Ically, we know that if we pollute the
Mississippi River, we ineluctably will
pollute the Indian Ocean. Spiritually,
we all pray to the same creator of the
Universe, but call the creator by dif-
ferent names. Can’t you see these
truths? If you cannot, you are myopic
ecologically and spiritually. Get your
ecological and spiritual eye sight
checked immediately.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia Universitiy, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
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