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backdeckbenny
Published
Today 7:09pm
Today 7:09pm
That's it.
We die.
We cry.
We sigh.
We cry.
We sigh.
#death
#LifeCycle
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Anne-Ri999
Published
Today 6:48pm
Today 6:48pm
Sacred- series=Sacred architect
Sometimes we are not here to act
merely to witness
holding space
even if we seek change
it is a pattern yet unknown
it is not ours
to unfold another ones journey
sometimes we are here as silence
because an outstretched hand
could formerly have been a fist
blind eyes can see the most
braille uses fingertips
we are shaken torn
triggered molten drenched
because we are
halflings
two ears eyes
one mouth
a life
alive
each distant ...
merely to witness
holding space
even if we seek change
it is a pattern yet unknown
it is not ours
to unfold another ones journey
sometimes we are here as silence
because an outstretched hand
could formerly have been a fist
blind eyes can see the most
braille uses fingertips
we are shaken torn
triggered molten drenched
because we are
halflings
two ears eyes
one mouth
a life
alive
each distant ...
#motivational
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Published
Today 5:59pm
Today 5:59pm
Broken wifi
The Wi-Fi is broken!
They broke the Wi-Fi!
Pending downloads.
As it craves for more.
Closed eyes.
Transmission blocked.
Finished.
It is all over!
Broken software!
They broke the Wi-Fi!
Pending downloads.
As it craves for more.
Closed eyes.
Transmission blocked.
Finished.
It is all over!
Broken software!
#LifeStruggles
6 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Published
Today 4:32pm
Today 4:32pm
Trumpy Goes, Bang!
As he sweats on his tawdry golden throne
heaving and groaning going kinda red
straining to pass stools size o' Mammoth bones,
And I enjoy hearing trump's dreadful moans
Karma for fears he brings to poor folk's heads
as he sweats on his tawdry golden throne,
Sweat pouring from his vain, coiffured, cox-comb
wishing to be back in bed but, instead,
straining to pass stools size o' Mammoth bones,
Elvis died like this, I hope trumpy knows,
and, like deported children, fills with dread,
as he sweats on his tawdry...
heaving and groaning going kinda red
straining to pass stools size o' Mammoth bones,
And I enjoy hearing trump's dreadful moans
Karma for fears he brings to poor folk's heads
as he sweats on his tawdry golden throne,
Sweat pouring from his vain, coiffured, cox-comb
wishing to be back in bed but, instead,
straining to pass stools size o' Mammoth bones,
Elvis died like this, I hope trumpy knows,
and, like deported children, fills with dread,
as he sweats on his tawdry...
#villanelle
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deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Published
Today 4:16pm
Today 4:16pm
Mundus Intus Me
Souls and black holes,
haunting wide eyes,
shinier than coal.
Will never reveal
the secrets they stole.
Hearts and galaxies,
I've only just begun
to travel me.
Freedom burns in my bloodstream.
My mind and the moon,
share the intricate mystery
of the orchard's bloom.
Break me out of
yesterday's cocoon.
My smile and the sun,
warm light beams
that seek to stun.
Kindness spread
to everyone.
My dreams and the clouds,
fluffy wishes
to astound.
To despair,
I am no...
haunting wide eyes,
shinier than coal.
Will never reveal
the secrets they stole.
Hearts and galaxies,
I've only just begun
to travel me.
Freedom burns in my bloodstream.
My mind and the moon,
share the intricate mystery
of the orchard's bloom.
Break me out of
yesterday's cocoon.
My smile and the sun,
warm light beams
that seek to stun.
Kindness spread
to everyone.
My dreams and the clouds,
fluffy wishes
to astound.
To despair,
I am no...
#clouds
#dreams
#moon
#SelfDiscovery
#sun
17 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Published
Today 4:10pm
Today 4:10pm
Bleached Obsidian
World of chaos and obsidian blue caressing
A hush of decadent blush Inhaling a melody
Tender and rare with an essence of intoxication
In a tapestry of scented leaves
Where silence breathes
Through fragrant dreams and gildersleaves
Lingering in poetic philosophy
Unfolding twilight of obsidian blue
A hush of decadent blush Inhaling a melody
Tender and rare with an essence of intoxication
In a tapestry of scented leaves
Where silence breathes
Through fragrant dreams and gildersleaves
Lingering in poetic philosophy
Unfolding twilight of obsidian blue
#philosophical
21 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Published
Today 3:37pm
Today 3:37pm
Not Dead Yet!
Today, on the last day of January, about 15 minutes ago
I felt my heart begin to slow
After palpitations, and much sweat
And lots of retching, but not finished yet
Taken aspirin, and bisoprolol heart meds
Asi sit here upon my (death) bed
Ever aware of my mortal coil
Awaiting my time beneath the soil
Had the same, only worse
Was my christmay day morning curse
I hope can understand, and clearly see
Why i didn't want to spend 'This' day at A&E
So i took my chances, and stayed in my flat
Then fell asleep, where...
I felt my heart begin to slow
After palpitations, and much sweat
And lots of retching, but not finished yet
Taken aspirin, and bisoprolol heart meds
Asi sit here upon my (death) bed
Ever aware of my mortal coil
Awaiting my time beneath the soil
Had the same, only worse
Was my christmay day morning curse
I hope can understand, and clearly see
Why i didn't want to spend 'This' day at A&E
So i took my chances, and stayed in my flat
Then fell asleep, where...
#illness
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles #philosophical
#LifeStruggles #philosophical
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Published
Today 2:49pm
Today 2:49pm
Tithing
The day is quietly opening.
And so am I.
I'm content,
yet bruised and soft at the edges
like a plum.
The ache stored inside
the music box of my heart.
I will leave it there for another day.
There are things to do today,
places to go. Today I will
set foot in a church for the first time
in years. Wondering if God will have me.
But I will give thanks for this life that,
though touched by suffering,
is full and bountiful.
Yesterday, the cat brought home a slender,
graceful wedge of...
And so am I.
I'm content,
yet bruised and soft at the edges
like a plum.
The ache stored inside
the music box of my heart.
I will leave it there for another day.
There are things to do today,
places to go. Today I will
set foot in a church for the first time
in years. Wondering if God will have me.
But I will give thanks for this life that,
though touched by suffering,
is full and bountiful.
Yesterday, the cat brought home a slender,
graceful wedge of...
#despair
#God
#love #spiritual
#love #spiritual
20 reads
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Published
Today 2:34pm
Today 2:34pm
Soak up life
Wade into the moonlit sea
Gaze into the infinite cosmos
Bathe in mysterious waters
Fade into the crevices of my dreams
Pace yourself as you walk the garden
Raise those fingers, touch the sky
Lay in sun bleached golden fields
Waste the day taking in life
Lazy days soaking up each other
Hazy memories from long ago
Save our minds betrayed by time
Decay and deceive, so slow
Wave goodbye to the past
Say what needs to be said
Future never comes
Present is here to stay
Gaze into the infinite cosmos
Bathe in mysterious waters
Fade into the crevices of my dreams
Pace yourself as you walk the garden
Raise those fingers, touch the sky
Lay in sun bleached golden fields
Waste the day taking in life
Lazy days soaking up each other
Hazy memories from long ago
Save our minds betrayed by time
Decay and deceive, so slow
Wave goodbye to the past
Say what needs to be said
Future never comes
Present is here to stay
#beauty
#happiness
#love
#memories
#nostalgia
15 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Published
Today 2:30pm
Today 2:30pm
Leaving Only
From the lips of haunted rose echoing raptures
and memories kissing the thorn's decadency
death's salvation inquest cutting through flesh
and eating the soul in twilight's debauchery
castrating the imps of the rising sun
burying the testicles in a Mason jar
leaving only the umbilical
and lobotomy
and memories kissing the thorn's decadency
death's salvation inquest cutting through flesh
and eating the soul in twilight's debauchery
castrating the imps of the rising sun
burying the testicles in a Mason jar
leaving only the umbilical
and lobotomy
#dark
#erotic
27 reads
2 Comments
Nvmb
Published
Today 2:29pm
Today 2:29pm
More than any high
I was never worth the time—
that’s what they taught me.
With every goodbye spat like venom,
with every hand that let go too soon,
with every love that turned to rust.
It became part of me,
a truth carved into my bones:
"You are worthless. Unsavable. Unlovable."
I swallowed it like a pill,
let it settle deep
until I could barely tell
where it ended and I began.
Then you.
You, with eyes full of things
I could never deserve,
watching me like I was something
worth seeing, worth knowing,
worth...
that’s what they taught me.
With every goodbye spat like venom,
with every hand that let go too soon,
with every love that turned to rust.
It became part of me,
a truth carved into my bones:
"You are worthless. Unsavable. Unlovable."
I swallowed it like a pill,
let it settle deep
until I could barely tell
where it ended and I began.
Then you.
You, with eyes full of things
I could never deserve,
watching me like I was something
worth seeing, worth knowing,
worth...
#admiration
#fear
#hope
#loneliness
#love
23 reads
2 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Published
Today 2:21pm
Today 2:21pm
water (in nature)
the warmth
of the sun
catching me
standing
there
at one
there
of my
favorite
chosen
scenic edges,
trees and
blue sky
copied on
the surface,
while slight
hills
dominate
each side,
caressing
her flow
downward
into lands
below,
and i
stand still
while
daydreaming
with her.
of the sun
catching me
standing
there
at one
there
of my
favorite
chosen
scenic edges,
trees and
blue sky
copied on
the surface,
while slight
hills
dominate
each side,
caressing
her flow
downward
into lands
below,
and i
stand still
while
daydreaming
with her.
#mountains
#nature
#river
#sky
#trees
24 reads
1 Comment
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