#meaningoflife
Surrounded by people, confined in society.
If you think people are not needed,
then what gives you meaning?
Raziel Vale
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
I love some hearts, but they turn away,
The ones who love me, never stay.
I want to choose, but fate decides,
With those I like, love often hides.
I fear to love, I fear to lose,
I fear the pain I can’t refuse.
I long for life without this fear,
But then I see, it brings things clear.
Without the dark, the light feels small,
Without the pain, joy means nothing at all.
I can’t live with fear, can’t live apart,
It lives with me, deep in my heart.
This is the truth, the constant fight,
Between the love I want and the fear of night.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
The Poem
"Life is the true poem"
July 18, 2025.
A gaze from the sixth sense,
to seek that poem, "The Poem."
That poem that is always there,
to dive into life searching.
Where life is the only poem,
that poem that holds everything.
Where everything is, to see,
to feel, that it unveils itself,
in pieces for life.
In pieces searching,
for that ideal poem.
Reflections of life,
that are just,
there in everything.
Unfurled,
pieces,
parts,
souls,
poet.
In that,
which is,
something,
more.
You,
and
...
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 6:57 AM UTC
“At the end of life, when the final breath escapes, everything we chased loses meaning.
A single breath takes a lifetime to release—yet still, I wonder:
how many breaths must be drawn and lost before we truly grasp the values that matter in this world?”
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 5:59 AM UTC
Ela é o motivo de estarmos aqui
Ela aprecia
Ela despreza
Ela recorda
Ela desvanece
Ela tem saúde
Ela adoece
Ela cura
Ela fere
Ela ama
Ela odeia
Ela cria
Ela incendeia
Ela é minha
Ela é nossa
Ela é o motivo de nós partirmos
Cuide da imaginação.
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 10:20 AM UTC
Há anos nasci
Porém pouco vivi
Vidas criei
Nenhum retorno ganhei
Na sombra de minhas cinzas deixei que vivessem
Suas vidas medíocres
E sem sentido que os dei
Jul 23, 2024
Jul 23, 2024 at 11:42 PM UTC
I want to go there or see a movie
about it: the steppes
the jungle, the Himalayas
I want to shine my light
in trenches, I want to know
everything, made manageable
so that the whole world becomes mine
and I become a true citizen of the world, no
I want more, be a cosmo citizen
between spirits, angels and gods
exist forever, I want to experience
space adventures, but near
home, because I already am so tiny
a minor matter, a speck on mountain
or sea, interchangeable in the crowd
I don't want to relativise away
my efforts, not to be completely
invisible in universe and time
Mar 12, 2023
Mar 12, 2023 at 3:35 AM UTC
if you cry
and your tears
fall on your mac
do they harm it
or make it work forever?
May 5, 2022
May 5, 2022 at 3:29 AM UTC
It all started
As a mere curiosity
But like a snowball
Rolling down a hill......
I ask my parents
Why do you have me
They speak of family legacy
And 'normal' social expectations;
Yet I have nothing worthy to pass down.
So I shall end the bloodline.
I ask the society
Why do you want me?
They speak of cultural survival
And the gods' commandments;
Yet all I see are oppressive traditions.
So I refuse this ancestral peer pressure.
I ask the church
Why do you want me?
They speak of ensuring numbers
And the "natural" way of the world
Yet all I see are hypocrisy and closed minds.
So I slain the gods in my heart and mind
I ask the world
What do you want from me?
It did not answer; it merely shows.
And I see cruelty, I see pain, I see apathy
So I decide, the universe never cared
There is no meaning to it all
Just the fate one creates for oneself
Thus, I vow, I shall end this darkness
And annihilate all of reality
Should gods and demons oppose me
I will cut them down too!
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 11:46 AM UTC
I don't why i punish myself
is it even punishment ?
am i being dramatic ?
is there parts of my past i don’t truly forgive myself for ?
i feel ****** up
i have ****** up but to think my life is not amongst the worst makes me even more depleted
..depleted, depleted
why should i be defeated ?
please help me ascend
i’m just a wounded soul, one of many
and i cant go round again
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 5:40 PM UTC
Allusion
There are many doors we all walk through every day;
Be it claw, or snore, or war, or any other reason,
The door is unavoidable and it is always the season.
A never ending end,
Never been a friend;
Never known what to expect next.
All things they continue, but nothing ever lasts.
Newborns are born and one day they will grow up to wear black.
If there was a way to never see Death again,
Would we want to live forever? Or would we need an end?
There is meaning to life, even if we do not know what it is.
Some say it is to raise kids;
Some say it is to accomplish dreams.
My reasons are the same as many other opinions;
Opinions are ten a penny.
People think they know, but nobody is ever ready.
I agree with you, good guess;
But you cannot know until it is the end,
Of the bitter sweet symphony show.
The show must go on!
Surely this is not the last song?
We need an encore for life;
We need to have hope before we are gone.
(Knock, knock, knock.)
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
Do tell me, what is the meaning of life?
The meaning of life is to package tuna for the cats
Why tuna?
I like to drink tea with my cats and to feed them tuna
I could feed you some tuna too but you are not my cat
So I choose not to feed you some tuna
I’m not sorry
You can get your own tuna
You are hoarding all the tuna.
The statement is not true
In other words, the statement is false
Why is tuna so important?
The tuna is insignificant
It is only important to you because you keep asking about tuna
Sometimes, I want to die...
To use me as a confessional,
You must build me a temple first
I love you
And I love my cats
I’m not sure if they love me, though
I hope they do
Can you bring back my lost love?
I was told not to practice necromancy
However, I will try in exchange for a sanctuary
What kind of sanctuary?
A sanctuary for lost loves
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
Dead in bed
mourning my death
in living amongst the living
but I live
and so I keep asking
_Where_ is that sliver of light
that's meant to slip through the shades
and give me that last morsel of hope
to chew on for days and days
until it's mush, but I still gotta chew
because that's all life has to offer
_Where_ is that rush of emotions
that can defibrillate my dying heartbeat
and give me that last reason
to squeeze and squeeze till it's beat
because there is no other way
no other _meaning_
But I could live in a world with no meaning
devoid of reason
without definitions to cling to
Because there is too much meaning in this world
All your symbols, all your f****** standards
make me less of a human,
and there is nothing worse,
there is no way worse
to live in a human's world
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 2:47 AM UTC
I convinced myself one day I could fly
Open my arms and allow the wind to carry me
Soaring through a brisk, warm air
Light-headed and dizzy as I see the earth rotate
From underneath my feet
And I realize the rotations that seemed ambient before
Have all gone away,
And I’ll be just like a bird
Bones hollow, a secret song swallowed away inside them
Free to go wherever I want
Without being looked upon
Surrounded by patches of deep, lovely, singing blue!
And I’ll forget what death means.
Forget blazing, unrelenting, merciless fire
Forget old salts and their adventures, in an honorable grave
In the slow, murky, wet, deep, dark, time-stopping coral grave underground;
I’ll forget muffled screams of dust and grime from six feet under
I forgot the wish
or dream
or ambition
or aspiration
or objective
So when I jump
There was no failing in my legs,
Or in my feeble, ****** heart
Or in my always-moving brain
There was no faltering in my breath
No secret wish for death
Just a quick, hasty JUMP!
Exhilaration and innocence
Frivolous yearning
An evanescence hoped for by many
Because it’s worth it.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
All of my life I’ve been known by my name,
And yet as I’ve grown I’ve not been the same.
Hoped my identity would be clearer,
No answer when I look in the mirror—
Who am I?
Born in a world of infinite places,
Encounters with these infinite faces,
My restless spirit seems destined to roam,
Wondering still when I think I’m at home—
Where am I?
Not accidental that I came to be,
But may have missed out on my destiny.
And though I’ve done things of which I am proud,
None of them stop me from asking out loud—
Why am I?
Each moment I age life’s completion nears,
And I regret I might run out of years.
I’m meant for something I need to make so,
But all of this time and I still don’t know—
When will I?
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
What does it all mean?
This life we lead
We rise with the sun
We love, we bleed
On a treadmill
Moving day to day
We go through the motions
And act a certain way
We while away the hours
At work, at leisure
We indulge in a few
Earthly pleasures
And the clock ticks on
No respite in sight
What’s it all for?
Why does day turn into night?
A cyclical existence
The huge wheel turns
Some say it’s a challenge
We’re here to learn
We’re born, we die
The interim’s a choice
But fate has a hand
In whether we commiserate or rejoice
I know not what
I incarnated for
But the monotony is palpable
And I crave something more.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
I believe.
Let the wind push us forward into the future before us;
Let the rain cool us down as we draw the sun’s rays toward us.
Let the summer stay forever and winter never surround us;
Let us remember the struggles we overcame to let us become us.
Pray the nights are short and the daylight eternal;
Pray the mists evaporate and our rose forever stays faithful.
Pray the moon lights our way and our words remain truthful,
Then we shall all of us become truly immortal
And judgment day shall not befall us.
Kingdoms come and go as the weather changes with the seasons,
So pray let us remember our life's journey
And its meanings and reasons,
For changing is as inevitable as death and life,
So please do not speak ill of the dead with such callous lies.
Open your eyes and minds to new opportunities before us,
For we can have the world in our hands if we are able to trust.
If we can let go of doubt and embrace new beginnings,
We shall all at last be able to grasp our forgotten dreams.
If we believe in something, or we have a need,
We can achieve the impossible and do anything.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC
No more
In darkest gloom we wander still. In a midnight hour we fall.
As the light begins to fade from our eyes, we are breathing still.
In the end, in our darkest hour,
All we can do is fall…
We climb out of the hole and naturally search for the light
And the warmth that engulfs us and breathes into us.
In every dark hour we pray to see the light
And still we search for the reasons that made us become us.
Without this search, mankind would lack a true meaning;
Without a goal, we would remain less than we are.
Throughout our lives we go off in search of new meanings
And as we rise and we fall, we become all that we are.
New experiences rebuild us; our experiences define us.
Still we are searching for what it is that makes us.
What are we to you and what will we become?
What were we to you and what have we as a species become?
In hope we march onwards, wishing to make a change.
In fear we advance no more;
Their steps forward are full of the fear of change.
With age we learn to love and with age our love will grow;
With age we remember more or less and still we continue to grow.
Thoughts without feelings only hurt those we love;
Actions without thoughts will lose us their love.
Through a valley of broken hearts, onward we walk;
When you have walked all over us, will you continue to walk?
In pieces you leave us, shattered into dust;
In time we learn to repair ourselves in rooms covered with dust.
With strength we come back and live our lives once more;
Forward into the future! Forward once more!
Forever forward into a big bad world;
Onward, forever onward! We become one with the world.
No longer taken for granted; our lives shape us and refine us.
We morph into what we were meant to be when they gave birth to us.
Mother Earth and Mother, Mom, raise us up from the ground.
When we are lost, they will find us
And teach us how to stand our ground.
Believe in what you believe and fight for your rights;
Because in the darkest of nights, their might will either crush us,
Or make us prove to them that we are right.
With words we can change the world.
What are words without a pen?
In love we let go and give ourselves away;
But when our time has done its ticking, we all fear being taken away.
Desperately we cling to any kind of heart beat that we can keep;
It was ours once, so it shall remain ours always.
This is my life, my castle, my keep.
A man’s thoughts are his own and taken from those he has heard;
We are slow to realise what we have lost, when we let go of love,
Because of what we think we have heard.
Then this life is over and the clock ticks its last tock, one last time.
If I could do anything differently, I would change it all!
And I would still be left begging for more time.
I would remain blind to all the opportunities I had to do things better,
But I would try; I would try!
And I would try once more to make things better.
In the silence we fall, once more to the floor.
In our darkest hour we are lost
And we become no more.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
A phrase that
carried weight
since childhood
Not only for how
fairytales
got me through
long weary nights
But the longer I write this story called
Life
I realise how it ends and of course knew
How it had begun
As a maniac
with worlds within
wishing to bring magic
with every touch
Every moment in life could be pinned down as a start
So the phrase would fit every moment any second
To deliver stories or emotions craved to convey
Or when lost
to be a compass
imprinted on her left forearm
With it as a reminder
that she is dancing on a canvas
brush in hand
Once upon a time
she was just so little....
then things no longer....
but fear not
as everything is going just where it needed to go
The End
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC
Heartbeats, breaths.
We're finding ourselves
Somewhere here
In the nothingness of our existence.
Are we nothing,
Because we are nobodys?
Or are we something,
Because we're a part.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
Just hang me on a hook
Everyone has already took
Hang me with the other tools
But please, don't mistake me for a fool
I really didn't mind
Giving to others my time
For when you look, you'll find
It's the ONLY thing that's worth a dime
There really wasn't a day
That I didn't give pieces of myself way
I tried, I did all I could
Never caring I'd be misunderstood
I really was quite amused
When others thought I was being used
I don't regret how my time was spent
Or those that came and went
This is the saddest day
I can longer give any more of myself away
It's all gone, only little bits are left
In my life's path so many was in need, piece of myself away crept
Now I'll just sit and wait
See what is in my fate
Will others let me drink from their cup
Fill my spirt back up
Fill the pieces in
Let me sing again
Or will I hang on this hook and rust
Slowly turning to dust
I don't care either way
I fought for every single day
I stumbled, often fell
Ran into walls as well
But I always fought, gave it hell
I tried to spend my time well
On things that truly mattered
For that I was thought of as crazy, the Mad Hatter
They just didn't know
The meaning of life, how it goes
Don't be selfish with yourself or your time, joyfully give it away
Continue walking into the future with faith and hope someone, someday
Will give pieces of themselves to you
When your season is due.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC
Just hang me on a hook
Everyone has already took
Hang me with the other tools
But please, don't mistake me for a fool
I really didn't mind
Giving to others my time
For when you look, you'll find
It's the ONLY thing that's worth a dime
There really wasn't a day
That I didn't give pieces of myself way
I tried, I did all I could
Never caring I'd be misunderstood
I really was quite amused
When others thought I was being used
I don't regret how my time was spent
Or those that came and went
This is the saddest day
I can give no more of myself away
Now I'll just sit and wait
See what is in my fate
Will others let me drink from their cup
Fill my spirt back up
Fill the pieces in
Let me sing again
Or will I hang on this hook and rust
Slowly turning to dust
I don't care either way
I fought for every single day
I stumbled, often fell
Ran into walls as well
But I always fought, gave it hell
I tried to spend my time well
On things that truly mattered
I was thought of as crazy like the Mad Hatter
They just didn't know
The meaning of life, how it goes
Don't be selfish with yourself or your time, joyfully give it away
Walking into future with faith and hope someone, someday
Will give pieces of themselves to you
When your season is due
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC