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arCamm Apr 4
& around we went...
circling the reality
that at some point
the wheel would stop turning
& we’d have to return home...

- a.r. Camm
It’s hard to say goodbye, especially with such a view as this.
Juliana Mar 18
A glass box, sitting on the wooden shelf carved
by an unknown soul, in an unknown time.
The box is solid, invisible, humane.
The creature who lives there is trapped,
yet he does not know anything else.

This box, his glass prison, is his whole world.
His freedom, his nature, it is here he travels
from one side of his spaceless cage to another,
searching for a purpose; a meaning.

Yet how can there be any meaning
when one’s life consists of a water jug,
filed down wood trimmings, a few brown
pellets, and a spinning wheel.

The wheel, and its monotonous motion,
saddens me. There is no destination, no
ending goal, just energy wasted on a lifetime
of potential. The poor creature had such
potential. If only he could leave his cage.
Damage or repair,
so often tyred of life.
It's constant wear and tear,
going round in circles of fear.
But that's life for us all, so **** wheel.
Laokos Jan 31
i wrote that drunk
i was trying to bypass
an impasse
lucked out and
circumnavigated the
ran into the fox
he stole my color
only to find it again
at first light
and now i nod
to the speed of life
the unceasing turning
of greater and greater
the lightness of death
as it passes

there's no
CB Miller Sep 2020
Detach from your feelings
Let the soul fly out of your
Dark heart
While the Lizard King takes the wheel

A joyless joy ride
Inside your head

Tires screech
Your soul flies back in
Just in time
My first poem here.
l b d Oct 2020
midway between
the rope and the wheel

the energy withdrew
at the last quaver
Naveen Malhotra Aug 2020
For you everything is stationary, everything is fine
You are beyond space and time, space and time
To run the Wheel of Time, He has to be Satanic, Satanic, Satanic
To **** life He makes His forces manic, manic, manic
I hope to see you again as love never dies
We are ordinary people, don't be divine
To live in flesh and blood is no crime, crime, crime
So ride the Moving Wheel again like an appropriate train
And be a link for me in the Chain of Agency
I shed my despodency, I shed my despodency
I respect your decency, I respect your decency
I hope to see you again
You have flown so high, so high
You are beyond space and time, space and time
For you everything is stationary, everything is fine
SA Szumloz Jul 2020
Uneaten pancake
Left to sit on the counter
I am just like that.
I love my girlfriends. But I feel like such an outsider, sometimes.
Amanda Hawk Jul 2020
Spin the wheel
Steer toward the horizon
My body, a ship
Sailing for the sunset
The sky finds home in my eyes
And salt teases my tongue
The world is my sea
And I am a land locked creature
That wishes to drown her skin
Within the sea of exploration
Jenish Jun 2020
Wealth is a wheel which
vice and virtue turning well.
Solo vice follows,
fain to the wealthy abodes.
Why virtue is left behind?
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