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I can see
all the ghosts around me
all bundled into two
leaving me be

they go right through
without possession
destroying my life
without aggression

I cannot join them
because they fade away
as darkness folds in
I have to stay

a thousand years pass a second
as I watch the universe
inside this room
filling the curse
Kris Balubar Jul 24
1,096.4 miles away
180 minutes far
one phone calls dial
hoping to the universe,
you are here instead.

as I dream about you
lost in my thoughts,
I know that was not for naught.
I'm stuck here only to know how far you are.

I clutch to remind myself,
it will all get better in time,
your smile seems to cross my face,
setting my mood at a new pace.

I hold onto these things,
because these are coming
sooner than I will think of
in the hope of a better time,
that you will be here.
This is a gift I brandish alone
My sheath is my passion
My sword is my poem
Intellectual aesthetic‘s
My centre of pleasure
My creativity flows on
This body is tethered

People can make me feel quite strange
They roll their eyes and shake their brains
Seldom are they on the same page
Where poetry flows
In an aesthetic array

But this is who we are
And there is no need to change
The expanding universe
Is calling our names
...................
We are the creative ones of our societies
It is not a burden but the gift,

Traveler Tim
I'd count the stars,
And measure my happiness through it.
I'd water the Lilly,
For the contagious odour of hope
I'd thank th sun
For the light beaming into my heart.
The universe
Is my hope and dream.
an order is an executive order
command is an executive command
the universe is an executive command
the universe is an executive order of command
the future is an executive command
the future is an executive order
the galaxy is a commanding galaxy

the galaxy is a commanding order
the galaxy is a commanding universe
time is a order of a galaxy
time is a order of space
time is an executive order
time is an executive galaxy
time is an executive space

time is an executive future
the future is a president order of command
the future is a president order of an executive command
a galaxy is a president order
a galaxy is a president command
a president command is a president order of command
a president command is a president order
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc… this poem is about time is a order a executive order. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
Each holy moment,
flows swiftly into the next
while the Gods make love.
Nylee Oct 20
Maybe.
After all this.
I was only meant to die.

not even a speck of dust,
in this entire universe,
I am an indistinct part of the dark night sky
.
William Aug 29
Stars,planets, space, infinite expanse.
Is it just old light?
Is it just ice, rocks and dust?
Is life all encompassing?
Is coalescence a must?
Writing a verse about the universe.
Is matter the chorus written within the song of infinity?
Does gravity flow and ebb like the tide?
Does time writhe and struggle like the dying beast?
Will the void consume as does a king at his feast?
What is it that planets discuss?
"What is really at your core?"
"Do you know your own state?"
"Be it solid, liquid, gas or plasma?"
"Perhaps do you contain condensate?"
Collapsing, contracting, imploding, eroding.
Was it all just a sneeze of creation by some omnipotent presence?
What does it all mean?
Where is the essence?
Spicy Digits Oct 17
Mother gaia, recycling queen

Stitches old bodies and fashions trees

These souls that travel around blue earth

In fractal beauty birthed and rebirthed

My Spanish life was short but rich

They knew me as the bejeweled enchantress

An african lot was bestowed in time

I danced a primal dance and became the divine

A boy of sadness for this whole life

A muddy battlefield became my demise

Now cutting through island overgrowth

I forage for food for my pregnant wife.
Alessandra Oct 15
And it gets easier
Every moment that passes
I no longer think of you the way I did before
I no longer daydream of you the way I did, no more

I might have flashes of moments, those that make me smile
Yet they all cover the moments that broke me apart
Not sure if you knew but you didn't seem to care
Not showing any signs of wanting me to stay

People say "opposites attract", yet there's always an exception
Caring too much to find I wasn't getting any affection
Letting my idealization run the show while my soul was hurting
The place I found you in isn't really meant for people like me

Not knowing what I'd see, I jumped head-on
Through the process I started thinking "maybe..maybe not"
It felt too good, after long enough not feeling a thing
It was almost like a gift sent by the Universe to me

But almost like having a switch in you, the feelings were turned off
When the kissing and the touching were over, *switch off"
"Time to leave, my darling, can't you see?"
"You're not meant to stay here, you are not meant for me"

I believe only time will tell, and I hope I laugh at all of this
Experiences and lessons tend to have a sort of humor in them
I'm sure I'll smile knowing how true and loving I was
Even having someone not believe in a single phrase I pronounced

I don't blame you, it's hard to believe in anything these days
Specially people you meet through a screen, among the rest
Too many options, not enough time, that's what they say
Yet I no longer have the time to get lost in there again

Maybe you're the cherry on top, the one who makes one believe
That it's probably time to stop trying and just let it be
The illusion is sometimes stronger than the facts
And I, a self-proclaimed daydreamer, knew it from the start

Needless to say, I wish you well, wherever you are
I don't hate you, I hate the person this experience made me become
But I'm sure I'll soften throughout time, I always do
Because the magic inside of me is brighter than the shadows
That a broken heart
Pulls you to
Year: 2020
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