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Simply H Oct 12
Day five
Barely alive
Aimlessly walking
The vultures are stalking

Unbearably hot desert
Nothing grows in this dirt
No water to survive
Nothing left to revive

Pondering my current situation
How I got to this location
What did I do to get here
How did all shade disappear

I miss my cool thriving paradise
My own personal heaven slice
So much life everywhere
And cool breathable air

But now I’m here in the scorching heat
I know its not something I can beat
So I walk hoping for nothing
As the vultures slowly keep coming
With wet
and black
the night
is thick.
It rains.
I sink
in stains
of ink.

O.O
D Letwixt Oct 10
damp grass from the hillside
is cold on my feet as I walk
hands in my pockets and head looking down
legs leading slowly downhill
towards the sea.

There's something about going for a walk
that makes it easier to think
even if you completely ignore your surroundings
or don't go very far.

The sand surprises me
the soft white powder that shifts between my toes
and my feet slip a little with every step.

For the first time in a while, I look up
the sea is darker than usual, it's turbulent as well,
but I stop for a moment on the edge of the water.

Imagine If I fell in
I'd probably turn into driftwood and then just float off
until the water pushed me up onto some deserted beach
and then pulled me back in
and then pushed me up again
eternally caught in the space between sea and shore

the space between here and there
between is and isn't
between impulse and inactivity

I'm already there.
A silhouette in darkness
strolling through a street.
A lonely man, a lonely soul,
who wonders where he goes?
Heading home no doubt
or maybe he’s a lout.
Walking into mischief,
or just a ticket tout
No one could ever know
what lies within his brain?
Or is he just a guiltless man,
or someone gone insane.
Whatever he may be,
whoever he may be.
His world is just as normal
As he or she or thee.
He walks upon a crowded street
but lonely is his soul.
Passing by without a thought
a world he used to know.
But now that world has changed,
and he is so alone.
He walks beneath a blackness
of shadows from the past.
A past of joyful times,
a past of blissful kinds,
a past of smiles,
a past of tears,
but most of all a past of fears.
This lonely shadow heading home,
Innocent and free.
His work is done, its time for fun.
Gone from shadow into sun.
He walks across a crowded street
with one thing on his mind.
His wife, his strife his daily life
cuts through his soul just like a knife.
Now that's what this mans all about
he is no lout or ticket tout!
He’s just a soul we do not see
Or maybe just an entity
There was a dear

She was wild

Lived in a jungle

The lions saw her

They believed they can eat

Her with one bite

And they can hurt

With their nail

The wolves saw her

Walking without fear

Showing her beauty

Walking with very happy

They thought they had her

So they all follow her

The foxes noticed her

She was walking there

They could catch her

So they all approach

When she looked at them

When they saw her face

When they gazed in her eyes

They all admired her

They all loved her

They followed her

They play with her

They admired her

Suddenly she had gone

They searched for her

They looked everywhere

Who saw the wild dear?

At the night the lion appeared

He called with high voice

Come ,come my dear

I invited you to be her

To stay with us

To amuse us

With your beauty face

I am the king of  that world

if you return indeed

Did she return ?

Did she appear?
love could occure by haters.it needs clear hearts
Robert Oct 5
the buildings are here
just like they've been before
the sky is just as blue
as it has been before
and the trees are green
a light breeze blows
and everything should be fine
but it is not
cause I'm walking our street
but I'm walking alone
nothing seems real anymore
am I walking
or am I dancing?
my fingers and toes
twitch from vibrations
I feel the wind caressing my face
I know I am alone
yet touched by something outside myself
what is this feeling
sensual and overwhelmingly curious
in nature?
why do I see things
that aren't really there?
reason seems obsolete
and so I brush its residue off my shoulder
clearing away the cobwebs of complexity
I find that gravity is the answer
truth hangs over us like a canopy
with roots in many different places
we plant the seeds
by asking ourselves
why?
how?
and soon these widespread roots,
though miles apart,
grow so deep and so strong
that they begin to touch beneath the surface,
intertwining and aligning
like two lost, lonely hands
reaching through the darkness,
the space between worlds
the space between words
to meet in the middle
where the flickering light is waiting
Andrew Oct 1
If greed were to be my sole friend,
A friend to my soul,
Then I would be cursed to mend
The final prayer I sold.

I feel my soul slips when I stand,
It falls down and I am all that’s left.
And the sun laughs hand in hand
With what could have been my very best.
I feel it is far away yet could be so bright, but when i walk i stray far
the magi Sep 21
If I could tell you,
every thing you want to know,
I would,
but my walls are to hard to take down,
but every time,
you speak to me,
they crumble to the ground,
and i hope, you'll be by my side,
when death succumbs to me...
beautiful boy who cares,
you sing a song that only I can hear,
I cant get enough of you,
the happy little messages you send to me,
i cant explain,
you aren't like other boys.
oh, beautiful boy,
I've never felt this way before!
all the other girls and  boys I've been with,
i never truly love this hard,
you understand my darkness,
you under stand my deadly thoughts,
Oh walk through the strawberry fields with me,

saying nothing is real,
walking on starlight and dancing in moon dust,
your  hair capturing the shine of the night,
i want to give you the universe,
and hold your hand,
falling through the sun by your side,
capturing the light of your eyes,
picture yourself,
falling through time,
what thoughts will flow through your mind?
your hands held in mine,
in synchronized meditation,
open up your third eye,
were your atoms next to mine?
did our souls entwine?
picture yourself,
laying in a field of grass,
with your head next to mine,
watching the butterflies glide,

the seasons are changing,
are you still next to me?
with the leaves off the trees,
this isn't electric,
this is calm,
with explosive colors,
i'm not falling,
i'm walking,
i'm willingly going to you...
are you walking to me?
do you picture it too?
a strange song / poem i wrote
just my emotions i feel
Renhui Sep 14
sasasa
footsteps on sands
came through the cell phone
like
harmonica

-- sasasa

“i am walking
on the river bed
barefooted
amidst willows and birds
one leg is
walking  . . . for you”

sasasa
…chan . . .
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