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Arii 3d
And I think ‘bout
Everything
More than just
Anything

That the universe could
Give,

Sometimes it means
Everything
Sometimes it means
Nothing

At all.

A man would give all of
Him
Just to lose most of it,
Just to get some of it back,

Or nothing

At all.
It starts with
a sound in
your head

an ie or
an aa
a pf or
whatever

in your boat
into morning.

So here
you are now,
your sounds

pull on words
like the clothes
that still hang
on your chair.

Once you
shape them
around you
they move
into meaning

of fresh hopes
and wishes
for a new day
ahead.

Eelco van der Waals
September 2025
Arii Sep 12
If “I love you”
Was a burden,
Would you still
Eagerly return it?

If “I hate you”
Was a warning
Would you still
Say it so easily?

“I mean it, really I do.”
Then why is it filled
With insincerity?

A joke,
            A bluff,
                         It always is.

But do you

Weigh
           The meaning
                                  Of the words you spit?
a silva Sep 10
As sand trickles between my fingers,
Still I continue to search its meaning.
The meaning of love that is,
Of millions of grains, of countless truths
Only a handful can be held;
The rest slipped away, untouched.

Love, an figment ever changing—
Untamed, unfixed, unpinned, undefined.
When I place a phrase on my tongue
It escapes like a breath on a cold morning:
Visible for a moment, vanishes after.

And though I may never grasp it,
Still I blindly follow where it leads.
For love, even as a figment,
Is a journey worth the wandering.
AnonymousR Aug 30
What else could we do but pray to God?
How could I explain them the shivers that i fought?

Time and tide wait for none,
A truth so cruel,built with fun

What else could we do but accept our fate?
Will we be able to look back , when we, are finally late?

Slowly floating towards boundless, a place so dark
I wish i could end the act, without leaving behind a mark

A small little flower,that was bloomed, in an unknown place
Stared all day, towards the vast sky, for just a little trace

Staring towards the endless horizon , as if there was any life
Maybe it was waiting to shine like a meteorite

A universe so vast, countless galaxies,
Yet it thought, it was big , like an algea under the seas

Suddenly, the sky, began to shatter
The flower wished, if it could finish the letter

The eyes, began to open ,slowly with pains
A little boy found himself,  in a garden of gains

A little flower bloomed , just beside a drain
He saw it and thought he finally could, leave the train..
AnonymousR Aug 30
Floating on an ocean without a shore in sight
"What is the meaning of life" was whispered in my mind

On a moonlit night in the middle of nowhere
I could hear nothing but the weeping of a clueless heir

In the depths of depth, where even light couldn’t reach
I saw him staring back, over the dreams to achieve

In the cold,so cold where even the sun could freeze
I saw him, by himself, looking for a gentle breeze

As a missing part somewhere, I couldn’t but admire
Yet I found myself, once again, nowhere, slowly drowning in an endless quagmire

In the search of warmth,a hope and light
I kept floating and floating,untill the dawn of this night
Women can be men
Men can be women
People can be people
We didn’t write the feeling...

Stars can be supernovas
Meaning can be mending
And paintings can bend
And walls can return...

And shapes of architecture become earth

Lovers can be lovers
Leavers can believe us
Lights, camera, action, order, disorder
Dysphoria, euphoria
Academia, abracadabra
The moon, ***, sun and laughter

Instantaneousness

Osmosis

Fear, friction, distance, pure bliss
Bubble toting aqua world
Top this...

Freedom, collaboration
Emancipation, cognification
Celebration...

Millenniums of us saving, changing...
What we actually are eventually...

One surging sway of soul-light soldered angels
Growing out of a morphing abyss ocean
Jessica Aug 17
As I see it
the sky above us
the dream below

Each possibility to begin
the infinite
searching the two rivers
that cross in the imagination
your mind builds the bridge in the dream
only later you know what it means
girlinflames Aug 24
Why can’t things be simple?
Why must everything be intense,
profound,
with a hidden meaning—
with a touch of something
I don’t know how to name?
girlinflames Aug 27
Forgive me—
my life isn’t interesting enough
to post on Instagram,
but it’s no less colorful.

I live intensely, yes,
and those who’ve been with me
know it well.

I like a good secret.
If you want to know what happened,
just ask—
and with my words alone,
I’ll make you jealous
you weren’t there with me.

Then I’ll invite you
to live
a few lives
with a little more meaning.
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