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#landslide
built my hope like a sandcastle the truth creeps like a wave turn me into a landslide sacrifice my delusional brain built my love like a raft sail to the nearest place thought that i would find you floating in a wave despair and desperation lack of precipitation a fool is a under statement solitude is debilitating
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Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 6:38 AM UTC
Landslide
(The photograph below represents the results of a Landslide.) Or does it? All I see is houses, Covered in rock. Did they photograph just those places, Or did they make sure to get pictures of their faces? Mortally despaired as the dust settles in the air, As they watch their life crumble down, With have no power to stop it.
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Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 1:41 PM UTC
Photo Of A Landslide
my feet were grounded till you held the world in your hands shook it hard in your palms i could no longer stand and i fell so fast with nowhere to grip slipping through my fingertips nowhere to go but down, tumbling, sliding, trying to find ground gravity's pulling me faster it's been disaster after disaster.
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Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 11:52 PM UTC
landslide
You never wanted recollection of what we were, what we'd become.. There wasn't an us, there was more of a him over there, her looking into a reflection of no where's. We were hand in hand trying to push the other over a cliff of regretful memories. But we held on to the memories of me and you, Because not all of them were rockslides. And realised that if we looked at us.. our reflections were together. Be it side by side of raised voices, but we knew that I loved her and you loved me. We were just a land slide of emotions, but always had the others hand so they'd never fall alone...
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Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC
We Were Landslides Of Love
I'm a stormy landslide And you're an earthquake A disheveling tide Tide that caresses me While I subside Subside to heathens The heathens whose embers forever collide Collide in the arms of your feigned stride. . . . Mehek
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Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 2:15 AM UTC
.US.
I'm watching my every single step I'm careful not to stumble and fall One stone on the road could lead to a landslide And one broken bone could ruin it all I'm watching my every single move I'm careful not to scare you away The faintest blow could lead to a hurricane And one wrong word could be the last thing I say.
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Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
Careful
The night was freezing, trees furiously swaying; I screamed, I called. Your name echoed, resonated. Without any answer, I waited, have you gone away? Shared memories, have you buried them? Tell me, "I am here." I heard you but you did not call; upon seeing you, I hugged you like you've been away for so long... And for so long you'll be away. Holding your hands, I felt it. It's like you've gone to another world; stricken, my heart felt numb. For you are so cold and into the cold ground I cried, I'd save you if I could.
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 4:52 AM UTC
Cold Ground
I struggle to hold myself up (to a standard, to an ideal, of self-care, self-respect, and protection of heart) But this is a slide that I have no power over. This force that pulls me - (yes, this very idea has gravity) - This force is unrelenting, gnawing, sneaky, persistent, not intentional or malicious, simply inevitable. It is a slow erosion taking a mountain out to sea when I look, and a great landslide swiftly collapsing when I turn my back. Where once, I hung precariously, I was at least secured in a temporary equilibrium. But now just one cord snaps and I am swinging, falling, a safety net not yet woven.
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 4:34 AM UTC
Gravity
Mind full of constant thoughts To every shadows, dreams, and forms Smell of a distance distinct fume River pass through, swiping into empty rooms Flooding all hopes of livingkind, Left, no time to construct a paper boat Searching a space to keep feet off the ground Run a race, without a finish line Complex world we all live in, Cursing the Nature, making fool of self Get touch with reality, time and space Let me tell, Let me hear, Mirror always expect one to smile Wonder, what dreams one will have tonight
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
Threshold
I am the man I am today, From all the experience I've gained The lies I made, the cards I played Watch it all burn around an Ace of Spades And as I fumble with the match, My life like flashbacks flashes past The days I cried, the days I died Clawing, tearing my insides I, know that I can't run and hide, Knowing that, even if i tried Nothing will be better when I take a peek Because it's all uncertain, and all left to me And I, am not satisfied With the anger we feel and the rage we defy Why, is it so hard to see That we're caught in a landslide, an avalanche of debris Some days, I lay on the ground And stretch my hands up without making a sound Reach for the sky, but there's no prize All hope is lost and I've lost all my pride Insane, is the only way That normality fades, and only you change You've got more control, as we rise and we fall Being crazy is the only way to stay sane... I, know that I can't run and hide, Knowing that, even if i tried Nothing will be better when I take a peek Because it's all uncertain, and all left to me And I, am not satisfied With the anger we feel and the rage we defy Why, is it so hard to see That we're caught in a landslide, an avalanche of debris
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 6:44 AM UTC
Cluttered and Crashing Down
(If Mother Earth could speak...) I’m the first light of dawn setting fire to the skies, the awe that ends with a soft, sated sigh. I’m the slow, gentle sway of ancient, lofty trees, branches of life filled with wonders to be. I am sands and seas; a warm summer breeze blowing soft, whispered tunes over ever-changing dunes. I am stars in the heavens sailing high overhead, the sun and the moon on their tireless threads. I’m the love of life; the pulse your heart, the strength of will in a lovers fine art. I’m the beaming smile on the fearless face of a victorious child at the end of a race. “And what are they doing now... Waves of hate washing wasted fields, decimating all as they reap tainted yields.” You’re the time and motion in an open frown, a smirk beneath the paint of a terrified clown. You’re the only solution to a worlds desperate cries, swollen cheeks scarred by too many lies. You’re a baby’s cry in a cold, stagnant pond; all it could have been, had it lived much beyond the cull of the clan or the whaler’s call, so many lonely roads, at the back of every mall. You are every grain of sand escaping clutching hands of every grieving parent in war-torn lands, carried aloft upon the jet-streams breath, washed up on beaches that have seen too much death. “And what are they doing now... Can’t they see beyond their selfish greed; their lascivious needs? Can’t they be stopped before the frenzy grows too fearsome to feed?” I am the here and now since the dawning of time, crying confusion at a wasted design. The questioning gaze on so many tired faces, a distant rumble felt beneath shallow graces. I’m the giver of life, each equal to another, taker of too many wasted sisters and brothers. Another broken heart from a loss felt too soon, a cold wretched cry from across a crowded room. I am the heavens roar on a wild, stormy night, torrential vengeance of a thunderhead’s might. A raging wrath you don’t ever wish to wake, I am nature’s grace that you choose to forsake. “And what are they doing now... Sending to the fields of fruitless death, their sacrificial sons breathing borrowed breaths Unleashing desolation from way up high; A tempest of hate-filled and remorseless fires.” I’m the molten rock spewing from natures wounds, the ear-piercing shriek of her decimating winds. I’m the Tsunami washing away the filth of your deeds, the quaking earth to halt your murderous greed. I’m the tornados teeth, tearing lives apart, the landslide burying your empty hearts. I’m the freezing avalanche covering all in its path, the raging storm unleashing thunderous wrath. I am the flood; the torrent; destroyer of all, the deluge of death at the reapers call. “And what are they doing now... Beseeching the heavens with open hands in the wasted remnants of once rich lands?” Written by Darren Scanlon, 31st December 2014 Revised 20th July 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
PORTENTOUS PROGNOSIS
(If Mother Earth could speak...) I’m the first light of dawn setting fire to the skies, the awe that ends with a soft, sated sigh. I’m the slow, gentle sway of ancient, lofty trees, branches of life filled with wonders to be. I am sands and seas; a warm summer breeze blowing soft, whispered tunes over ever-changing dunes. I am stars in the heavens sailing high overhead, the sun and the moon on their tireless threads. I’m the love of life; the pulse your heart, the strength of will in a lovers fine art. I’m the beaming smile on the fearless face of a victorious child at the end of a race. “And what are they doing now... Waves of hate washing wasted fields, decimating all as they reap tainted yields.” You’re the time and motion in an open frown, a smirk beneath the paint of a terrified clown. You’re the only solution to a worlds desperate cries, swollen cheeks scarred by too many lies. You’re a baby’s cry in a cold, stagnant pond; all it could have been, had it lived much beyond the cull of the clan or the whaler’s call, so many lonely roads, at the back of every mall. You are every grain of sand escaping clutching hands of every grieving parent in war-torn lands, carried aloft upon the jet-streams breath, washed up on beaches that have seen too much death. “And what are they doing now... Can’t they see beyond their selfish greed; their lascivious needs? Can’t they be stopped before the frenzy grows too fearsome to feed?” I am the here and now since the dawning of time, crying confusion at a wasted design. The questioning gaze on so many tired faces, a distant rumble felt beneath shallow graces. I’m the giver of life, each equal to another, taker of too many wasted sisters and brothers. Another broken heart from a loss felt too soon, a cold wretched cry from across a crowded room. I am the heavens roar on a wild, stormy night, torrential vengeance of a thunderhead’s might. A raging wrath you don’t ever wish to wake, I am nature’s grace that you choose to forsake. “And what are they doing now... Sending to the fields of fruitless death, their sacrificial sons breathing borrowed breaths Unleashing desolation from way up high; A tempest of hate-filled and remorseless fires.” I’m the molten rock spewing from natures wounds, the ear-piercing shriek of her decimating winds. I’m the Tsunami washing away the filth of your deeds, the quaking earth to halt your murderous greed. I’m the tornados teeth, tearing lives apart, the landslide burying your empty hearts. I’m the freezing avalanche covering all in its path, the raging storm unleashing thunderous wrath. I am the flood; the torrent; destroyer of all, the deluge of death at the reapers call. “And what are they doing now... Beseeching the heavens with open hands in the wasted remnants of once rich lands?” Written by Darren Scanlon, 31st December 2014 Revised 20th July 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
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Boulders crushing In a landside Unable to lift Betrayal hit me My love crushed me You crushed me In a landslide Stealing my breath away “I’ll never hurt you” “You’re too good for me” “When you hurt I hurt” In a landslide In a landslide You never came And I faded away Along with my trust in you.
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
Landslide
Is the man That forces me now To grow my roots in His always promising Landslide
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
Abandonment