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Wild flowers in the field swaying east - then west. Their soft aromic tapestry is woven in her breast. Vibrancy in many hues, a swaying verdant quilt; mirroring her beauty when, upon them, she was spilt. A subtle sound, of melody, whispers through the leaves; sung by all the wild things, conducted by the trees. The wind performs a eulogy, it lays her down to rest. Heard by none but wild flowers growing in her chest.
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May 2
May 2, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC
Wild Flowers
The hospital's rush hour gives way to night's stillness, and you're lost in thought, contemplating the fragility of life. When you look into a patient's eyes, you're reminded of the finite nature of time and how people spend their lives making memories. As you fight to stay awake, your mind races with questions about legacy. In this world, people are disposable. You see compassion, malice, and indifference in the gaze of others when you're most vulnerable. The walls appear to whisper truths. You absorb the conversations, but deep within, you know when your body succumbs, you'll be discarded, forgotten. Who, then, is your life for? ~ritzwrites 🌹
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Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 8:31 AM UTC
Memento Vivre
I want to enjoy us As long as it lasts To dive deeper into you With every breath I want us to remember That we're not endless, love Is in every moment here Whenever we are present Will you really embark On this journey with me? It may sometimes get dark Too dark for us to see... With a broken heart life seems heavy, I know But your soul's still alive, And sure, we can mend the wounded parts, Together we have two strong hearts. May we remember To surrender for as long As it lasts, I speak to you of trust, Through guilt, shame, pressure, fears and doubts, I hope you hear this quiet voice Sometimes my tears and admiration Show you my very deep sensation... I am on the path of self-reconnection Of deepening my own relation, I have come out of the stagnation I love in waves and move in states of Self-reconciliation. Share more with me! I love your soft kind voice, I love your being, It is full of joy! Is love coincidence Or is't a conscious choice? I can imagine everything as new, And brace for miracles with you.
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Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 1:47 PM UTC
I brace for miracles
fourteen Woe is the child That turns 14 When life was already lived Before he was keen. Woe is the soul whom When asked why he cries He shuts down Shuts up And rolls his eyes. Woe is the boy Turning 14 Scared to lose himself Nowhere to be seen. I see you. I hear you. I love you too. But I'm afraid to lose you Far too soon. Yours, Vivere.
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May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 11:22 PM UTC
Fourteen (again)
It was only a matter of time Until the clock runs zero We've had happy times But we have also had somber times Now it is time to prepare the casket But this is not a time to grieve This is a time to celebrate the memories we have made They might be gone But as long as they are not forgotten then they will never truly die memento mori, unus annus
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Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 10:28 PM UTC
Unus Annus
Memento Mori A phrase that really sticks with me It plays in my head over and over Sometimes I wish that I could hear it somber Memento Mori It reminds me how everyone sees me The good and the bad. The happy and sad I always wonder if their words are true Memento Mori The phrase that reminds us that death is coming That the ones I love might leave before me Sometimes the thought makes me always look forward Memento Mori This phrase is one of death One of life and one of the best Some say they don't like it and wait in fear I want to welcome it's whisper in my ear So when it creeps up on you and those you care for leave Just remember that they have really just planted a seed One that will grow into a tree It will hold all the memories for all to see It keeps getting closer and closer And when it reaches just make sure to remember Memento Mori, Memento Mori
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Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 4:56 PM UTC
Memento Mori
Time runs faster When it’s running out Numbers sprinting towards the end Only to be faced With a brick wall There’s no finish line ahead There’s no winning No participation trophy Just the inevitability of death Time speeding up still Pronounced by the chimes Of the clock your head Will you make your life’s conclusion As worthwhile as it’s intro? Memento mori, Hurry, my friend Your time will soon reach zero.
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Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 6:04 PM UTC
Memento Mori*
No one is making it out of here alive .. Not the obsessive compulsive hand washer who is picky lest he catches a germ no antibiotics can cure; Not the pious cleric who prays righteously in hope for a safe haven in the next world; Not the lovers on the tree tops who are deluged knee deep in a hormonal immortality of old; Not the millionaire who will do anything to have that transplant only to extend his sufferings in this world ! Not even the hedonistic party animals who have anyway accepted their fate.. No! None of us are making it out of here .. We will cease to be ! Will be forgotten ! Our innards eaten by worms as we become fodder for the grass that grows on our graves .. Love your fate then .. Cherish this life .. this gift to think .. it wades out in to the ocean where we will all meet .. not as an individual .. but as a collective whole _ a consciousness this Earth has inherited and continue to resculpt ' Amor fati _🌹
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 2:26 AM UTC
Amor Fati 🌹
We write prose in the dead-cold Winter air, where the old works we cared for are frozen. We buried their poets in the dirt, along with their bones, beneath sleet headstones of inscriptions meant for the passerby. Soon Spring’s rain shall wash the prayers away, and her warmth will deliver us from poetry to life. - by Aleksander Mielnikow (Alek the Poet)
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Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 3:20 PM UTC
The Poet's Freeze
Dirt caked crust Gives way To layers of mantle Above afflicted fireplace Bearing picture frames Bitter memories Pride, then regret Memento mori I will not die here Two tiers from hell I feel it burning In my core Patiently waiting To take me in pity As I wish it had done Before
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 1:06 PM UTC
Terra
Memento Mori Memento Mori Love a great story Everything ends All is transient
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
memento mori