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Nolan
Nolan
Published
Today 9:51am
Today 9:51am
To be Forgotten
My mind's numb.
My memory fuzzy.
And.
I can't remember what I told to you.
Whether good.
Bad.
Or somewhere middling.
In between.
It all just dissolves into an amorphous mess.
My memory.
Images of where I used to be.
Fragile enough.
To be forgotten.
My memory fuzzy.
And.
I can't remember what I told to you.
Whether good.
Bad.
Or somewhere middling.
In between.
It all just dissolves into an amorphous mess.
My memory.
Images of where I used to be.
Fragile enough.
To be forgotten.
#disappointment
#emptiness
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MySmile
Besma
Besma
Published
Today 8:47am
Today 8:47am
None Can Ever Survive On Its Own and Be
Shall I my very ego embrace
And only me see on Earth face!
*****
Could I my heart keep safe and sound
And all the fears of the mind unbound?
Would I cling to a balmy ivory tower
And just feed on the honey of one flower?
Could I detach my Self from any bond
And to dilemmas be able not to respond?
Would my soul blossom into creative art
As oblivious the mind and confined the heart?
*****
Shall I my very ego embrace
And only me see on Earth face!
*****
How would a flower a bee suffice
To spark the music of a bird of...
And only me see on Earth face!
*****
Could I my heart keep safe and sound
And all the fears of the mind unbound?
Would I cling to a balmy ivory tower
And just feed on the honey of one flower?
Could I detach my Self from any bond
And to dilemmas be able not to respond?
Would my soul blossom into creative art
As oblivious the mind and confined the heart?
*****
Shall I my very ego embrace
And only me see on Earth face!
*****
How would a flower a bee suffice
To spark the music of a bird of...
#acceptance
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Solomon_Song
Published
Today 7:42am
Today 7:42am
IN THE MIDSUMMER HEAT
In the midsummer heat
our blues are in retreat.
Joie de vivre in the street,
the disco pounds its beat.
Dresses are less discreet;
bare legs and sandalled feet
roving eyes' gazes meet.
The flirtatious greet.
our blues are in retreat.
Joie de vivre in the street,
the disco pounds its beat.
Dresses are less discreet;
bare legs and sandalled feet
roving eyes' gazes meet.
The flirtatious greet.
#happiness
#inspirational
#love #summer
#love #summer
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MalcolmG
Published
Today 7:40am
Today 7:40am
Majesty of the Eagle
Through dense green webs of ancient forest's breath,
The eagle glides, a shadow marked by death,
Its talons strike, a silent end to life’s caress.
Above the plains where golden grasses sweep,
Its wings command the winds, vast skies they reap,
A sovereign hunter, boundless strength, and ceaseless quest.
From Andes' heights where harpy eagles reign,
To open skies where crowned kings stake their claim,
Their gaze, a spear, pierces time's eternal crest.
No backward glance betrays their calculated strike,
Their flight an arc,...
The eagle glides, a shadow marked by death,
Its talons strike, a silent end to life’s caress.
Above the plains where golden grasses sweep,
Its wings command the winds, vast skies they reap,
A sovereign hunter, boundless strength, and ceaseless quest.
From Andes' heights where harpy eagles reign,
To open skies where crowned kings stake their claim,
Their gaze, a spear, pierces time's eternal crest.
No backward glance betrays their calculated strike,
Their flight an arc,...
#birds
#nature
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DamianDeadLove
Published
Today 7:37am
Today 7:37am
More Than Likely
Always be careful when wishing for something
Everything appears different as it becomes real
Beware of who offers access to that brass ring
More than likely it’ll end up being a horrible deal
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024
Everything appears different as it becomes real
Beware of who offers access to that brass ring
More than likely it’ll end up being a horrible deal
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024
#karma
22 reads
1 Comment
Carpe_Noctem
Published
Today 6:06am
Today 6:06am
Sleepless Lunatic
burnt offerings sacrificed to the full moon
a childhood memory evoked
stepping into Opas study (grandfather for those unfamiliar)
smelling of old musty books and stale cigarettes
a tremendous scent to be sure
his ashtray as piled up as mine is becoming
just thinking about what he saw as a boy during world war two
causes me to light up another burnt offering
even as the last smoulders and dies
a childhood memory evoked
stepping into Opas study (grandfather for those unfamiliar)
smelling of old musty books and stale cigarettes
a tremendous scent to be sure
his ashtray as piled up as mine is becoming
just thinking about what he saw as a boy during world war two
causes me to light up another burnt offering
even as the last smoulders and dies
#memories
#PTSD
#TimeHeals
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oldmanG
Published
Today 5:22am
Today 5:22am
Cop City
Cop city ( in ATL)
There’s a state of emergency and it’s in cop city
Try and level the land and shoot protesters down
85 acres of beauty trees why would we
Flatten it out for the new world order
Police are the new military
In our community
Smoke bombs and pepper spray they
Gotta put em down
Can’t let the peasants gain the upper ground
Don’t know the heavy hand
is a losing proposition
Would think I’m talking about a far away land
But It’s in our backyard way
Down in Atlanta
Is it really...
There’s a state of emergency and it’s in cop city
Try and level the land and shoot protesters down
85 acres of beauty trees why would we
Flatten it out for the new world order
Police are the new military
In our community
Smoke bombs and pepper spray they
Gotta put em down
Can’t let the peasants gain the upper ground
Don’t know the heavy hand
is a losing proposition
Would think I’m talking about a far away land
But It’s in our backyard way
Down in Atlanta
Is it really...
#anger
#corruption
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oldmanG
Published
Today 5:09am
Today 5:09am
(Man In Black) Tethered to my Body by a Johnny Thread
(Man in Black)Tethered to my body by a Johnny thread
Been poppin pills
Til the sun rises
Cash is in trouble
Can’t walk the line
It’s in a cave
In Tennessee
Fighting the demons
Heroin numbs him
June comes along
He can’t resist
His secret crush
She’ll save him
Folsom prison blues
San Quentin too
But my name is Sue
How do you do
Rosanne said daddy you gotta
Go to Betty Ford
Can’t have this no more
The man in black
She said no more
...
Been poppin pills
Til the sun rises
Cash is in trouble
Can’t walk the line
It’s in a cave
In Tennessee
Fighting the demons
Heroin numbs him
June comes along
He can’t resist
His secret crush
She’ll save him
Folsom prison blues
San Quentin too
But my name is Sue
How do you do
Rosanne said daddy you gotta
Go to Betty Ford
Can’t have this no more
The man in black
She said no more
...
#addiction
#alcohol
#drugs #heroin
#drugs #heroin
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Trome
Published
Today 4:28am
Today 4:28am
IM FEELING LIKE HÉRCULES
#honesty
#TruthOfLife
#women
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1 Comment
Poetblue
Poeblue
Poeblue
Published
Today 3:58am
Today 3:58am
The Keys to Your World
I came when your world was drowning in despair,
A shadowed place where hope was rare.
Life had beaten you, left you frail,
Yet I reached for you, despite the gale.
Piece by piece, I tried to mend,
Loving you deeper than words could send.
But the wounds you bore, they ran too deep,
A war within you, too vast to keep.
I stood as both your friend and foe,
Your pain was a storm, a cruel undertow.
I found joy in carrying your weight,
Yet your words struck sharp, sealing my fate.
Each cruel remark, a blade to my chest, ...
A shadowed place where hope was rare.
Life had beaten you, left you frail,
Yet I reached for you, despite the gale.
Piece by piece, I tried to mend,
Loving you deeper than words could send.
But the wounds you bore, they ran too deep,
A war within you, too vast to keep.
I stood as both your friend and foe,
Your pain was a storm, a cruel undertow.
I found joy in carrying your weight,
Yet your words struck sharp, sealing my fate.
Each cruel remark, a blade to my chest, ...
#love
#sadness
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Poetblue
Poeblue
Poeblue
Published
Today 3:55am
Today 3:55am
I’m Sleepwalking with Love of You
I’m sleepwalking with love of you,
A dream-bound path the night winds drew.
Each step I take is quiet and slow,
Through a dark world where whispers flow.
Your voice in my head echoes for days,
Guides me through these twilight ways.
The moon is shy, the stars hang low,
But your light lingers, all I know.
The air is thick with what we were,
A fleeting touch, a breath, a blur.
Yet even in this drifting trance,
My heart remembers every glance.
I chase you where the veils are thin,
Through doors that neither lose...
A dream-bound path the night winds drew.
Each step I take is quiet and slow,
Through a dark world where whispers flow.
Your voice in my head echoes for days,
Guides me through these twilight ways.
The moon is shy, the stars hang low,
But your light lingers, all I know.
The air is thick with what we were,
A fleeting touch, a breath, a blur.
Yet even in this drifting trance,
My heart remembers every glance.
I chase you where the veils are thin,
Through doors that neither lose...
#heartbroken
#love
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Pinkdreams
Published
Today 3:52am
Today 3:52am
Living Every Minute
I'm living every minute
I'm peddling 50 miles an hour!
This is kind of tiring
And all of these bright, bright colors are overwhelming
I'm living every minute
Does worrying about how to maximize each one count?
This is kind of tiring
But I want to get the most out of life!
I'm living every minute
Well of course I am,
Duh.
Some minutes are great.
Others aren't.
Fuck it.
I think I'll just crash on the couch and eat bread.
I'm peddling 50 miles an hour!
This is kind of tiring
And all of these bright, bright colors are overwhelming
I'm living every minute
Does worrying about how to maximize each one count?
This is kind of tiring
But I want to get the most out of life!
I'm living every minute
Well of course I am,
Duh.
Some minutes are great.
Others aren't.
Fuck it.
I think I'll just crash on the couch and eat bread.
#LifeStruggles
#philosophical
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