#expressfeelings
The world keeps turning
no matter whether
we understand
that everything is
connected to us
I watch
from the scenery
gently strumming
tears on my guitar
The floor is *****
There are no residents
Everyone is busy
with other things
and passes by love
I watch
from the scenery
gently strumming
tears on my guitar
Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 3:11 AM UTC
What's the point of the stars if they only fly to mock us
To tell of a world beyond that thick blanket of night
A moon victory above them all tells of coliseums of the cosmos
A giant in a game we were never asked to play
The sun burns itself to nothing
And we catch the ashes, plant fields with its offcuts
Never tasting banquet, never knowing super nova
Alone in the dirt beneath life
Currents blow overhead, pushing ice and rock
As balloons let adrift, finding freedom in emptiness
While our feet only know tracks and fields, grass and mud
Life with food and sleep, not soul or poetry.
Crooked grow our limbs and we think ourselves mighty
Gangly forms dancing tiny
While great domes of landscapes given face
Smile at each other and speak
Venus, Apollo, Mercury, Hades
All principles in the sky, too graceful to be understood
And not wanting our foul tentacles of knowledge
To grip them, happy to keep away from
Us oily things.
No, I don't like being human
I don't like being
greasy
Oct 22, 2021
Oct 22, 2021 at 11:16 AM UTC