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We live in a world of

Dark skies
Rays of sunshine
White lies
Adults drinking red whine

Kids with conceptions
Not being listened to
So many exceptions
Nothing to do

Imperfections
Insecurities
People and connections
Fading to obscurity

Slicing ourselves
Because we are rare
Society compels
Tempting not be there
The old ways of
Silence
Still appeal
To my simple sensibilities.

But I did that better then,
Than I do it now,
Even though less is more.

I'd rather work on elaboration.
 May 29 Vishal Pant
zane
split
 May 29 Vishal Pant
zane
for it's the ending or beginning
of something beautiful

to be lost or to be found
2/23/25 at 2:34am
 May 29 Vishal Pant
lizie
i think about the version of us
that never broke.
the one where i stayed,
where i didn’t flinch at forever.

where you kissed me in april,
and we laughed about music,
and nothing hurt
unless it was from smiling too hard.

i love you,
i’m sorry.
God
She entered the big building;
A big hall,
Big shining lamps,
Big glass windows,
That revealed the green flocks of trees outside;

Walking in the hall
She knew that inside,
There stood God;

She headed towards him;
A white small table,
A white chair
Where God was sitting;

As soon as she saw him,
He was talking to her;
But it was in low voice.
So she kept asking to him
To speak louder;

Then she thought,
She understood something,
But was not sure,
What he said.

So she asked him to repeat;
He did not;
And somehow she understood,
That God was not speaking in english;
She was hearing the words,
He would say
And they sounded dry,
Without shape and form;
She thought:
«That could not be a language at all!»
She could not imagine
A language sounding like that;
It was obvious:
She could not understand God;
But what made a lasting impression to her,
Was that even god
Could not understand her!
He would not raise his voice,
She asked him to do so;
 May 28 Vishal Pant
collin
i dealt
you shifted
i fired, suspicious
the love you gifted
left dying and hidden
Small victories
Try to resist myself
City of Ember
Legolas the Elf

Small victories
Try to do my best
Fatherhood
Qualyxian Quest

             Yes.
Loneliness is a temporary thing.

Comes and goes with bad dreams
Of people I used to know.

I don't think someone else
Can fulfil me
Or bring me peace.

It would just be nice
If another ******
Would take the time
To tell me about their day.
Life on lie, I couldn't even die.
Is she yours… or mine?
I do… do I comply?
Should I just die?

Why would you fight, when you're not mine?
Did I do right?
Do I get a chance to prove I’m right?

I didn’t commit the sins
It was indeed him.

The smile that lies on something that is a lie,
The evil in his eyes that made me cry.
Like “a fly on the wall,” it can also suggest someone who silently watches without being noticed, maybe even spying or creeping Poetic Note:
This poem captures the pain of betrayal and the storm of inner questions that follow. Through powerful contrasts—truth vs. lies, guilt vs. innocence, love vs. abandonment—it gives voice to a wounded heart seeking justice and clarity. The repetition of questions and the sharp final image of “evil in his eyes” leaves a lasting echo of sorrow, strength, and suppressed truth.
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