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  Aug 2018 Iska
Robert
I sit by this river of dreams
Memories flowing freely from my toes
As I dip my blistered feet into its brisk waters
I feel wishes, whispers, and prayers
Lapping at my ankles with the whitewater flow
Withdrawn from the world
Within it

I cast my line into this river of hopes
Searching for a glimpse of that something familiar
That something friendly, that long-lost face, that distant memory
I sit and watch the day slip away
As the gentle waters roll playfully by

If you come searching for me
You'll find naught here but footprints in the sand
But I am here, I am there
You'll find me within you, without you
You'll find me floating
Down this river of dreams
(3/5/11)
Iska May 2018
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Can you hear it?
This sweet and sorrowful serenade?
This melody of melancholy.






Of course you can’t,
How selfishly presumptuous of me.
To assume you see the solitude I see
Day after day
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Iska Mar 2018
We are all so clever,
With our posts and our lies,
And honest comments deleted
To wither and die.
Filters for beauty free of flaws
So we may withstand societies claws.
So we upload
pictures, stories and posts.
I wounder what is it
we long for the most?
To be accepted?
To be seen?
To cause envy?
Or Jealousy?
What is the point?
The whole worlds plugged in,
And we all have hundreds of thousands of “friends”.
yet who is it that
truly cares for us in the end?
Face to face?
What a disgrace!
Letters to send?
This must come to an end!
Written word?
Thats simply absurd!
Memories made?
They still do that these days?!
Now this is a crazy idea..
Just a thought..
But,
What if we all....
Just unplugged?
Not once or twice
And call it a night,
But more like a day?
To spend as you may?
To feel the sun?
To laugh with friends?
And make beautiful memories
to carry with you til the end?
Enjoy the moment of pure bliss,
Without
filters, comments or harsh judgements.
To be yourself
and embrace your life,
Then when your done
You can replug.
And check on all your comments and likes.
And see which was the thing you remember at night.
I get it.
I do it too
But sometimes you need to stop
And just be you.
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