Eric 1d
"I believe we’re a field of energy, dancing for itself. And I don’t care."
“There is no me. There are just things happening, and there are clusters of tetrahedrons moving around together"
Up and down I go into the unknown below,
A pebble tossed by destiny's throw.
My miniature spirit; an insult for the infinite and my nature humane and too easily split stumbles and falls into the lures of time.
Anon 4d
Who am I?
Its funny you should ask.  I wish I could give you an answer but I simply do not know.
Can anyone truly say that they can answer that question! Aren't we all just lost in this world constantly searching for who we think we are?
We as these humans can never be one thing for any longer than a second. We are incapable of just being.
We are constantly shifting, changing and conforming to suit those around us in this harsh society.
So, Who am I you ask?
I guess my answer is...
Depends.
Walking along,
Stopping to pick the ripened berries
The sweet sour taste entices the senses.

Cars passing quickly
My feet stagger on
Slowly falling into the tempo.
My thoughts wander
My troubles arise.

I reach a split in this mental road
Should I go left?
Should I go right?
Should I just turn around and give up?

I’m at the dead end
Looking over a cliff to the rough water below.
Maybe I should just jump in.
Feel the cold daggers against my skin.

The water draws me in
Welcoming me
Beckoning me.
Telling me to jump.

Should I take this leap into the unknown?
Prepare myself for the worst.
In order appreciate the best.

I need some help,
A lighthouse in the distance
The light giving guidance
Offering peace
Breaking though the night.

Where is my lighthouse?
Is there one?
Or is this the dead end.
Never am I safe
A tainted disgrace
Trying to find my place, in this empty space
Conceal my fear, don’t let it get near
Victim of oppression
Hella deep depression
Secrete my soul, let my story be told
Here I am, I am here, I AM HERE
Hear my cries
Save me from my disguise
Black butterflies float across the skies
Oh how I wish it was me
Happy and care free
Words I cannot speak
This is not for the weak
But something tells me
speak babe speak
Hold on I can’t breath
Perturbation I’m on my knees
Never at ease  
Still I persevere
Drink me a beer
No tears shed here
Black butterflies float across the skies
Liberated
No need for disguise
Capitalism on Capitol Hill
Moves fast
But I think
I move faster still

In the past
I could barely feel
But now I experience
What’s actually real

Nothing withstands
The test of time
But while I have two feet
I won’t stand in line

I will use them
To look behind
The curtains that the wizard
Wishes I won’t find

And if I must
I will lose my mind
I will lose it exploring
The fabric of time

Nothing much there
But the vast unknown
And when I expire
Perhaps I’ll finally know
The first stanza is a lyric from the wonderful song “Seattle the City of Sunny Afternoons” by Black Bear, which inspired the rest of the poem.
Astral Jan 7
The night is here.
But in some way,
We are not.
It's almost as if sometimes,
Just sometimes,
We begin to feel as though maybe,
We aren't viewing the same stars,
That there are an infinite number to choose from.

And though thy are in thought,
You still avoid the thoughts,
Of how small you are in this vast universe,
And that maybe you and I,
Are not seeing the same stars.
That perspective is all and everything.
That no,
That beautiful blue star you see so brightly,
Among the millions of others,
Only seems to catch my eye for a moment.
A fleeting glimpse of what would be,
Could be,
Can be,
Won't be.

Yet still dreamers dream,
Thinkers think,
And sleepers sleep.
Because all in all,
Not everything will have some deeper meaning,
Some great devotion,
Some unknown message
That is screaming itself from the rooftops and the mountains.
That maybe a poem is just that,
A string of words with seemingly poetic rhythm.

So as time continues moving,
And 4D creatures in a 3D world continue breathing,
May we all continue counting stars that are in the past,
And continue breathing the air that's been with us for centuries,
And continue writing seemingly meaningful poetry,
With strange endings.
So just keep on writing
EJ Lee Jan 5
When I am with you
I don’t know what we are
Together nor far apart
But what I do know is
I am happy

When I am with you
I am able to forget
All the craziness that I go through my mind
It just disappears
For a brief moment

When I am with you
It takes every fiber in my body
To not text everyday
To not let myself to become attached
But it has becomes harder and harder

When I am with you
I want to tell you that I like you
But I hold that little piece inside me
For I fear of what you might say

When I am with you
I want to believe that you feel
The same way I do
Even for a moment or too
All that matters is
When I am with you
2/25/14
Po Jan 5
Don’t be afraid,
When you face the faceless,
When you hold hands with the nameless.
When It’s language is not familiar to your own,

Don’t be afraid,
To share a droplet of time,
Build sandcastles of curiosities,
To become kingdoms by the sea
It’s wonderful isn’t it?

When you aren’t afraid?
A shimmer radiates within the abyss
Finding it’s way home.
Eyes softly as a feather,
Gaze a bridge into your own.

It’s finally familiar?
Tears trace your fears for what it is
A face similar to your own
In the end.
The Toxic Bitch Dec 2018
I wanna remember
Every single detail
About last night
With you
I think we aren't who we thought we are
I don't know
What we will be later
If we will end up
Being strangers
Or lovers
And i don't care
But I definetly don't wanna risk
Not spending every last minute
With you
I have no idea how you feel
About me
About us
But i hope for the best
And you never know
Maybe oneday
I'll get heartbroken
.25.dec.2018.
-Oy
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