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Chad Schaefer Mar 2010
No feeling can compare
Nothing between besides air
Friendless colors drift around
Designed to be heavenbound
In a world of one's own
Clear ears for a headphone
MNC Productions
Today the radio announcer said,
Some lonely man was now so dead,
That in his last time on this Earth,
He soon become the opposite of birth.

He lived alone in such a dingy place,
A long time gone from the human race,
Lost in the crowd that rushed him by,
The radio didn't say how he died.

Of course, the clouds and rainy day,
Precluded his trip to this darkest way,
That on the train to the heavenbound,
He finally realized he was no longer around.

What such a shock to find you're finished,
When lived a life so dull and unblemished,
With no glorious feats or races  to run,
He lived his life and  on purpose had no fun.

Who cried for him and pretended to care,
When not even the priests and nuns were there?
No relatives with hands held out for money,
So they could live in the land of milk and honey.

So, all his so called treasures he held so dear,
Was tossed in the gutter and trash I fear,
For value of things are really not of use,
When someone is dead you silly goose.
Jenna Nov 2021
I'm gone.

And if I'm not,
Then I'm slowly fading,
Erased from thought,
My mind degrading,
Memories on fire,
Existence blazing,
But through the fire,
I stand there gazing.

But...

I'm lost.

Because if I wasn't,
Then I would be found,
Raised from the ashes,
Like a phoenix heavenbound,
So I'll face the thrashes,
Of anxiety leaving my mind,
I am forever now ashes,
Of a phoenix,
That fell to the ground.
Rafael Melendez Nov 2019
Tis a nightmare, to think and then sleep, and sleep yet still think.
    Voices from the past echo in endless black at the back of my eyelids, the chasms of my mind showing me there are many things worse than death. Oh yes, by a thousand fold.
   I fall into the darkness, like lead weighs me down. I can't breathe, yet, I can still think, I die a thousand deaths, and yet, I can still think..

   But
     I
  can't
    do
     a
thing
.

    The questions my dreams beg for me to answer make me ever restless, the answers heavenbound, as I

sink

sink

sink


into the abyss.
Nat Lipstadt Jan 1
•~ A tidal strait is a strait connecting two oceans or seas through which a tidal current flows. Tidal currents are usually unidirectional but sometimes are bidirectional. The East River is a saltwater tidal estuary or strait in New York City. The waterway, which is not a river despite its name, connects Upper New York Bay on its south end to Long Island Sound on its north end. (Wikipedia)~•

The river by my dwelling is miscalled by all,
in verity, it is a tidal strait, a battling diversity of fresh and saltwater, with currents visible, bidirectional, clashing eddies underway, are
underwater arguments boiling up to the surface,

!a perfect metaphor for a New Year!
<•>

each year seems like a tumult survived,
the currents of joy and its many alternates,
seem to always clash, spot staining
and yet
the estuary of life flows on and on,
the two seas remain connected,
the salt and the fresh intermingling,
waters
surf~officially calm, stoic,
but appearances misleading

every year different
every year also similar,
substance may vary,
the surprises differing,
but we for-see troubled waters
neath the glassine superficial surficial,
and we hold hands,
knotted fingers until
we raise out arms heavenbound,
asking why,
but expecting no answer
for we
knowingly
live our lives in a
tidal strait
Jan 1, 2025

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