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Mina 2h
A hole, A road, A Dream
All lie on one path
All will get you screams
All will pass.

your road you'll follow
With happiness and sorrow
With a heart that's hollow
Through countless time

Walk or run, it's all the same
You can beg the road to change
but your sun won't answer
And the shadows you fear remain

But don't worry
We will all fall
All in the deep dark hole
With screams or a moment of silence
We'll all fall of the cliff
We're all going into one big hole.
we're doomed
Isaac 6h
colors mix together; the grass looks teal
the sky's not clear, but I wear shades
with dark blue lenses, wishing
that my life was different

all around me unseen hues are gazing
my distant mind's at rest without a clue
of what it must accept when seeing true

an open book for
people who aren't there
alone, I feel as if they stare
the weight of life, I cannot bear
coping with this, I must not care

living is painful; will fantasy fade?
I'm numb to it all, ignoring what's real
Dear the dreaming man who walks among the stars, In the depths of night, I find my place, A ridiculous man, Lost in space.

You weave my thoughts with a flick of your hand, But tell me, Dear painter, Where do you take me, Unplanned?

As I wander this world, do you see the pain, The suffering hidden in beauty's domain? Do you hear the cries beneath the starlit skies,
Or do you turn away, ignoring their sighs?

When morning arrives, and I drift from your sight, do you linger in shadows, awaiting the night? Will you take me to places where hope can still shine, or leave me adrift in the depths of time?

@nolongerumano
Stand atop
your                                                            ­                                         dunes
manifested
Dreams
from infallible convictions
Eyes — open
with pretentious ecstasy
Gawking
Your waves — in a waterless sea
Stand
facing the winds
permeating
your pedantic desert
Eyes — water
Assurances — seeping in
Indifferently
ravishing your                                                             ­                      dunes
Lie — buried
The sand’s absolute
Like sediment —
manifestations overlaid
Eyes — close
against the winds righteous pursuits
You wonder
how you missed the direction
whence they came
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To sit atop
a throne
of pikes
with swin-
ging ankles
grazing clo-
uds of milk.
Above the w-
eary world, a-
way, way up
high.
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Looking down at salty, earthed disl-
ikes, and infections rankled. When dre-
ssed in robes of silk, unfurled. Woven fr-
om a lowly worms squirming, teary cry.
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­A squ-           And, i-                      Thorn
inting             t's pre-                      curls, r-  
  eye m-           y, all, a-                     ed. As
   akes              re tan                       our flo-
   out a              -gled.                       ck, slow-
   shrike.              ----                           ly, die.
      ----                                                      ----

© poormansdreams
A poem about the shrike, it's thorn and a throne.
Tub
Life is a bathtub
stay too long
and you get wrinkles!
Sophia n 18h
A soft light shined through the stained mirror,
The mirrors that were once shattered,
Their magic and reflection are long gone.
The light filled me with warmth,
And the mirror beside me reflected it.

My shadow had transformed into a graceful silver reindeer.
I followed it, but it went hollering by into the distance.
It didn't gather with the herd of its kind,
It sought neither validation nor company.

It galloped and galloped into the shadowy woods,
The woods that day whispered songs of reverence
For the silver reindeer,
Rarely seen, rarely found.
Hey there! Lovely reader, thanks for reading this poem.
Background to the poem?
This poem is inspired by the moment hope reached my heart after long struggles to live and the pain passed by. The shattered mirror that I was once, the wandering stag; that once I was, no longer walked beneath the shadows. After the trials, it found its place and taught me one thing: "Being your unique self is sufficient."

Never think your company would increase your value, the silver reindeer is part of every person's life when they get to know that they are the only person themselves who are sufficient to survive in the world without external reassurances.
always value your dear soul, dear reader.
Always.
Noonie 20h
Durf te vliegen,
Durf te vallen,
Durf te vechten,
Durf te dromen.

Soms kan vallen zijn als vliegen,
Is vechten winnen en verliezen tegelijk,
Dagen met kleur en dagen in grijs,
Een leven vol uitersten,
Laat angst geen grenzen stellen,
Droom, doe en leef.
But do you not realize how  
Littered
You are, with so much  
Time–              

               Still,  
You choose to waste it

Yet time will always lick
Our wounds
Given the time, for us to heal

               We are
           Time's litter.
There is a face in the mist,
One that belongs not to me,
And it stares into my eyes,
Knowingly.
Tell me what you know!
For what have you come?
Why do you reach across the mists,
And stare?
I feel no matter where I am, someone is watching me contemptuously. So I strive to impress them.
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