TheVORTEXRETURNS
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 11:56pm
21st Apr 2025 11:56pm
"Young AGAIN? V2"
BEING YOUNG AGAIN. FOR ME I THINK OF SUCH OUTLANDISH THINGS.
TO NOT LET WORDS HAUNT MY MIND. THOSE ENTITIES OF EMOTION THAT PROMOTE MY RHYME.
TO NOT SEE THE CRYPTIC PATTERNS THAT LEAP BENEATH THE MORROW. TO NOT LET THE MEMORIES OF MY FADING PAST FEED MY NIGHTMARISH SORROW.
TO RELINQUISH THE HEAVY PAGES THAT WILL HAUNT THE WEIGHT AND Depth OF MY SOUL. TO DISCOVER THE ENERGETIC GOALS THAT ALIGN WITH THE PASSING Of PERSISTENT TIME.
TO BE YOUNG AGAIN THE THOUGHT ONLY MAKES ME COWAR.
HOW WOULD I FACE SUCH AN OFFER OF MORTALITY? FOR I KNOW ITS...
TO NOT LET WORDS HAUNT MY MIND. THOSE ENTITIES OF EMOTION THAT PROMOTE MY RHYME.
TO NOT SEE THE CRYPTIC PATTERNS THAT LEAP BENEATH THE MORROW. TO NOT LET THE MEMORIES OF MY FADING PAST FEED MY NIGHTMARISH SORROW.
TO RELINQUISH THE HEAVY PAGES THAT WILL HAUNT THE WEIGHT AND Depth OF MY SOUL. TO DISCOVER THE ENERGETIC GOALS THAT ALIGN WITH THE PASSING Of PERSISTENT TIME.
TO BE YOUNG AGAIN THE THOUGHT ONLY MAKES ME COWAR.
HOW WOULD I FACE SUCH AN OFFER OF MORTALITY? FOR I KNOW ITS...
#faith
#fate
#karma
#morality
#philosophical
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Shon
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 00:02am
2nd Apr 2025 00:02am
Full Moon Apparitions
A Jack-o-Lantern.
Faerie with a lamp.
Assistance to folk in the dark.
The right amount of mead.
Plus ciders of a few.
Italian shots of the darkest.
Licorice anise flavoured mead.
You might perchance enter a world.
Conversing with a Jack-o-lantern.
About what is? What should be?
When it's going to happen?
Apparition Forsake tell me,
Why are you talking to me?
I just drunk some mead.
Went out drank ciders a few.
Gargled & had a pee.
Italian shots of dark licorice.
Anise flavoured mead.
Happy full...
Faerie with a lamp.
Assistance to folk in the dark.
The right amount of mead.
Plus ciders of a few.
Italian shots of the darkest.
Licorice anise flavoured mead.
You might perchance enter a world.
Conversing with a Jack-o-lantern.
About what is? What should be?
When it's going to happen?
Apparition Forsake tell me,
Why are you talking to me?
I just drunk some mead.
Went out drank ciders a few.
Gargled & had a pee.
Italian shots of dark licorice.
Anise flavoured mead.
Happy full...
#fairies
#fate
#luck #mythology
#luck #mythology
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 3:44am
23rd Mar 2025 3:44am
Memory I Might Include In Memoir
I remember I used to talk with this guy I met on Okcupid. I think I picked him up from his house in some neighborhood perhaps in Magnolia. But I'm not sure. Like many others I have forgotten, I don't remember his name at all.
But I remember he told me this story of a schizophrenia woman he knew who was taking advantage of someone else. It didn't necessarily make me feel better about my own schizophrenic problems. But I'm glad he talked about it anyway.
But this is my dilemma. I don't blame anyone for leaving me if I exhibit toxic behaviors, and I don't blame myself for...
But I remember he told me this story of a schizophrenia woman he knew who was taking advantage of someone else. It didn't necessarily make me feel better about my own schizophrenic problems. But I'm glad he talked about it anyway.
But this is my dilemma. I don't blame anyone for leaving me if I exhibit toxic behaviors, and I don't blame myself for...
#fate
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 9:36pm
16th Mar 2025 9:36pm
The Debt Always Comes Due
Always the victim, never the cause,
twisting the past into thorns in your crown,
spitting out names like they branded you first,
but no, you lit the match.
Nothing was real—just a game, just a spark,
a flicker in winter, a flame in my hands,
burning because you willed it to,
then blaming the fire for touching your skin.
Never was love, never was truth,
just a hollow echo you painted in gold,
a script rehearsed, a play well-staged,
but the audience left, and the curtains fell.
Every excuse, every...
twisting the past into thorns in your crown,
spitting out names like they branded you first,
but no, you lit the match.
Nothing was real—just a game, just a spark,
a flicker in winter, a flame in my hands,
burning because you willed it to,
then blaming the fire for touching your skin.
Never was love, never was truth,
just a hollow echo you painted in gold,
a script rehearsed, a play well-staged,
but the audience left, and the curtains fell.
Every excuse, every...
#anger
#fate
#hate #karma
#hate #karma
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Pishashee
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 5:48am
15th Mar 2025 5:48am
14 years in the business
They come to my door,
warning me about shadows
walking among us,
They, homeless
innthe hood.
They want drugs
I suppose
Secretly,
They like meth,
They like crack,
anything that will make them
feel good again.
No body doing
no yard work today.
They walk up the block,
because they're not really
going anywhere.
Sometimes,
they live respectful lives.
warning me about shadows
walking among us,
They, homeless
innthe hood.
They want drugs
I suppose
Secretly,
They like meth,
They like crack,
anything that will make them
feel good again.
No body doing
no yard work today.
They walk up the block,
because they're not really
going anywhere.
Sometimes,
they live respectful lives.
#consumerism
#fate
#marijuana
#money
#nostalgia
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Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 5:22am
9th Mar 2025 5:22am
A First Encounter.....
The town sleeps, wrapped in the hush of streetlights, the distant hum of power lines, the sigh of trees shifting in the breeze. He moves through it like a ghost, barefoot on the pavement, the night cool against his skin. This is the only time he feels real.
He walks without a destination, tracing invisible paths, listening to the whisper of his own breath. The world is his, for these few hours. No voices sneering his name. No hands grabbing, pushing, tearing. Just the sky, endless and waiting.
The stars blink, cold and patient. The moon watches, unmoved. And yet—tonight,...
He walks without a destination, tracing invisible paths, listening to the whisper of his own breath. The world is his, for these few hours. No voices sneering his name. No hands grabbing, pushing, tearing. Just the sky, endless and waiting.
The stars blink, cold and patient. The moon watches, unmoved. And yet—tonight,...
#fate
#FeelingLost
#night
#nightmares
#winter
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Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 5:30pm
6th Mar 2025 5:30pm
Outlook Not So Good
Problem and problem, 1, 2, 3
One and done, I am still here all alone
Never truly free, just a soul in a cage
Awake in a world where everyone sleeps
Walking back down Reminiscent Street, people crying about the end
"To survive," they all say, "All you need is faith for the 8-Ball."
All my friends say the same old thing
Talk to the Magic 8-Ball, the only
Answer
I heard
Was always just "Outlook not so good"
All these people wasting their time
Praying to their Magic 8-Ball
All I
Hear...
One and done, I am still here all alone
Never truly free, just a soul in a cage
Awake in a world where everyone sleeps
Walking back down Reminiscent Street, people crying about the end
"To survive," they all say, "All you need is faith for the 8-Ball."
All my friends say the same old thing
Talk to the Magic 8-Ball, the only
Answer
I heard
Was always just "Outlook not so good"
All these people wasting their time
Praying to their Magic 8-Ball
All I
Hear...
#anger
#atheism
#fate
#religion
#spiritual
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 12:23pm
28th Feb 2025 12:23pm
before time was invented
Before time was invented
A long time ago when our world was much bigger than it is now and had a landscape pleasing to the eye and no steep hills to climb Since seasons had not been divided into summer spring, autumn, and winter, the weather was mild and no one knew the what a day was when it rained, not too often people walked outside and took a shower.
The land was full of potatoes, carrots, and beans as for meat there was Dogger Bank with millions of cattle and wild hogs, no one was going hungry A man from Glendale was walking across a field to meet another man to see...
A long time ago when our world was much bigger than it is now and had a landscape pleasing to the eye and no steep hills to climb Since seasons had not been divided into summer spring, autumn, and winter, the weather was mild and no one knew the what a day was when it rained, not too often people walked outside and took a shower.
The land was full of potatoes, carrots, and beans as for meat there was Dogger Bank with millions of cattle and wild hogs, no one was going hungry A man from Glendale was walking across a field to meet another man to see...
#apocalypse
#curse
#dystopian
#fate
#luck
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moon_bather
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 6:21am
1st Feb 2025 6:21am
Blah 8-2-oh
Why do we torture ourselves with this shit?
Why do we sit through any of this?
Here I am / there you were
They were once near
Now, no more
Why do we sit through any of this?
Here I am / there you were
They were once near
Now, no more
#apathy
#confusion
#dystopian
#fate
#universe
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missjem56
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 9:24pm
29th Jan 2025 9:24pm
Sticks, & Stones (WWIIII?)
We haven't yet peaked
When it comes to mankinds brutal
And destructive nature
(No nurturing)
It's lurking
Like a ticking time-bomb
There'll be no theories
About this big bang
As there'll be no-one around
To theorise
Any survivors
Will be to busy fighting mini wars
To have time to think
And when all the ammunition runs out
Those remaining
Will have to make do
With sticks, and stones.....
by Jemia
When it comes to mankinds brutal
And destructive nature
(No nurturing)
It's lurking
Like a ticking time-bomb
There'll be no theories
About this big bang
As there'll be no-one around
To theorise
Any survivors
Will be to busy fighting mini wars
To have time to think
And when all the ammunition runs out
Those remaining
Will have to make do
With sticks, and stones.....
by Jemia
#apocalypse
#fate
#LifeCycle #war
#LifeCycle #war
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missjem56
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 9:38pm
25th Jan 2025 9:38pm
Death Of A Butterfly
Memories of pre-flight meanderings
Living on a diet of jade
The long siesta, whilst encapsulated
Lost in dreams
Whilst awaiting a rebirth
Transformation
An awakening
Into flight
Light linen like wings
Floating on the breezes
FREEDOM!
No longer land-locked
Now fully evolved
And at her finest, and most beautiful
Supping upon natures nectar
My existence, although brief
Is one of awe, and wonder
As i taste the magic
Of my essence
As my wings become wind blown dust
Dissipating into the ether
As...
Living on a diet of jade
The long siesta, whilst encapsulated
Lost in dreams
Whilst awaiting a rebirth
Transformation
An awakening
Into flight
Light linen like wings
Floating on the breezes
FREEDOM!
No longer land-locked
Now fully evolved
And at her finest, and most beautiful
Supping upon natures nectar
My existence, although brief
Is one of awe, and wonder
As i taste the magic
Of my essence
As my wings become wind blown dust
Dissipating into the ether
As...
#beauty
#butterfly
#fate #nature
#fate #nature
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missjem56
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 1:41pm
21st Jan 2025 1:41pm
Black 'n' Blue
Climate change
Will, with utmost certainty
Worsen
As the worlds' parasitic leaders
Continue to flagrantly ignore
Both the science, and reality
As they continue
To rape, and pillage
Our tiny planet village
Many small countries, making big changes
But
If the big countries don't make changes
Then whatever the minorities do
Will have little impact
On slowing down
The overall destruction
Planet Earth is blue.........was blue
Not going green
by Jemia
Will, with utmost certainty
Worsen
As the worlds' parasitic leaders
Continue to flagrantly ignore
Both the science, and reality
As they continue
To rape, and pillage
Our tiny planet village
Many small countries, making big changes
But
If the big countries don't make changes
Then whatever the minorities do
Will have little impact
On slowing down
The overall destruction
Planet Earth is blue.........was blue
Not going green
by Jemia
#earth
#environment
#fate #pollution
#fate #pollution
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