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Jellyfish Dec 2023
If you give up on waiting,
the pain of loss will **** you;
If you let go too easily,
you'll drown in queries.
Zywa Nov 2023
Over there: the Ocean,

inside me another one --


Without Lighthouses.
Novel "Lighthousekeeping" (2004, Jeanette Winterson), chapter Two Atlantics

Collection "MistI"
Kris Fireheart Oct 2023
As the curtains,
Begin to close
On my Windowpanes,
Who knows?

I'm so uncertain,
Uncertain,
About the way this goes....

And I've been searching,
I've just been searching,
But for whom,
Nobody knows,

Still I'm uncertain,
'Cause there's so many paths,
I don't know where to go,

If life came
With a manual,
I'd have likely had a home,

Maybe family,  
And maybe friends,
And maybe something of
My own...

Perhaps satisfaction,
Or maybe action,
But tonight I
Ride on alone...

Just a lone wolf,
Still uncertain,
Who wonders
When he'll find
A home...
This poem is dedicated to myself and those like me. The wanderers. The hermits.  The wise ones who choose to discard the monotony of society in exchange for the chance to experience true life on their own terms.

This is dedicated to the Tribes, Still out there, living as we should be,  as one and at peace.
--Kris Fireheart,  Wolfpack tribe, second chair.
Laia Blackthorn Oct 2023
How many hands will I hold?
How many will I have to let go?
Zywa Oct 2023
Once you falter, you

keep doing so, in circles --


that will get smaller.
Novel "De eeuwige jachtvelden" (1995, "The happy hunting grounds", 1999 Nanne Tepper), letter from Lisa to Victor (Third book, "Old Houses July 1990")

Collection "Within the walls"
Danielle Sep 2023
They say don't test the waters
but absentmindedly dived
in blue and black
engraved with the souls that once adorned my body— bone crushed and barely breathing. Drowned in lovestruck, a ***** to an armor.
Aeneid Aug 2023
If I finally find a single fact I’m sure of.

Before my time is up and my mind fully spent.

I’ll cling to it.

Dig my nails into it.

Till it or I break; ****** and bruised

And I'll work for it,

Till my knees buckle and my back bends from straining.

I'll sweat for it.

Lose my breath for it.

Till Death yanks me away from it.

Till then.

I'll have to make do.

I'll search for it.
Why am I so unsure of everything in my life?
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