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kairos Dec 2015
i used to hate this place when i was young
i look back at my hometown with guilt

so many memories,
good and back

and i'm not sure if i want to go back
anymore

i used to cry while i slept
and woke up feeling like i was drowning

now i sing happiness as i go
i don't look back at my fears anymore

keep your head up
let the slightest of your smile show
because that is enough for me
to keep going
Mattrick Patrick Dec 2015
The world is out of balance: koyaanisqatsi!  
Numinous, my heart's nemophilist alerted to the danger,
yet presently in rasasavada,  espies the solstace moon and cries
in acatalepsy:  Mamihlapinatapai with the hunter within...
Should I embrace this smultronställe,
cought in the ostranenie of meliorism,
or drift from this vorfrued to sophresyne;

My only desire is the nurishing erlebnisse of metanoia,
of my dérive towards sehnsucht:
of rasasavada, that I may insulate myself from the Weltanschauung
of modern society, hiraeth to a nefelibata.
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the black rose Feb 2015
hello 4am,
we meet again..
but do you have to be so rasping?
drowning in my thoughts,
they want me to give in..
im nazlanmak.

mono no aware

reminding me of my Erlebnisse.
am i lonely or in love?
which one is worse?

i am an enternitarian.
i help me to live another day,
so 4am you will not be the decider of my fate.

i am druxy, indeed..
but do you have to rub it in?
will we ever get along?
are you interested?

4am you are franching at my soul,
eating at my being
& i can never be of eunoia
.. because of you
Manya chaudhary Apr 2021
A soul ,
a nefelebata soul
wandering in a brumous day …
with her stiched heart ,
   she heals her wounds with hope ,
she keeps her erlebnisse in a jar ,
   she carries her secrets in scars ..
and she goes on and on ,
  she listen to the dark ,
in the dark she listen her screams …
   she can’t take her cordolium anymore ,
she’s on way to absquatulate…
        she is me ,
   a piece of me died ….

- Manya

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