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Meaningless

A clock ticks down in an empty room Nothing in there to hold to judgement The fire burns out, and the smoke fades A circle of no impact in the void Forgotten words

I had to let go what weighs me down

...I had to let go what weighs me down... It wasn't the grief, It wasn't the leaving. It was the habit of carrying what everyone else dropped at my feet. Some burdens

As I Listening From Behind the Glass

I have been in the same room as someone speaking but haven’t heard them because I was already composing my impression and thoughts when they paused long enough for

LA MIRADA INQUIETA./THE RESTLESS GAZE.

Los ojos giran penetrando el pecado y la luz orbitando sobre bosques y mares evitan los muros silenciosos las consignas vacías y el rumor que cae helado en mi garganta.

Some People's never leaves you| a poem by me about those who leaves but their memories are with us|

Hlo my poets of the hive engine I hope everyone is okay and having a good day, So today I want to share my experience and a poem which is mine and I want to share

Measuring a Real Day Against an Imaginary One

I have spent more mornings fighting the shape of the day than I have spent asking what the day was already offering me before I arrived with all my plans and resistance,

Since I'm back 💥 by Caelum1Infernum

Every turn, problems came back. Ever since I came back, I wish I never came back. I left the heavens behind my back. Now I regret every moment since I'm back. Weaker

The Spell Gone Wrong

The Spell Gone Wrong He was an avid reader, with a special interest in magic Curiosity got the better of him. He longed to test his knowledge. She seemed the ideal

Wisdom Arrives Quietly

I want to suspend judgment, because my first conclusion has often arrived long before the whole truth had the chance to reach me, I want to suspend judgment, noticing

The Silence That Made the World Larger

I close my eyes, because my thoughts have become louder than the quiet life patiently unfolding all around me, I close my eyes, realizing I have been hearing whispers

SIEMPRE./ALWAYS.(ES/EN)

En estos días cuando el verano encendido devuelve al Sol su poder te extraño y te llevo conmigo como un dolor atado a la costilla como una flor arrastrada por el

Who Knows What’s Underneath

In hindsight, I was crashing and broken, but I could convince myself otherwise, however, this time, I can hold on to my own happiness, In hindsight, I was crashing

Garito & algoritmo

Se aprende en la escuela del garito: cripto va, cripto viene, cripto lava, y el gesto de quien nunca ha leído un delito pero firma con rúbrica de larva. Pregunta

The Common (The Walker Art Gallery) - Art Appreciation and Haiku #10

In summer's hot smelt colours dance dusk's susurrus as adults chatter. The Painting 'The Common’ - A Psychedelic Summer Party This painting by Kathryn Maple won

What I Have Not Yet Figured Out How to Make

I have let a suggestion from somewhere I can no longer trace become the limit of what I allow myself to try, I have let a suggestion become a sentence, and a sentence

Persiste, lucha, crece, vive y sé feliz sin mirar atrás (Poesía) [ESP/ENG] Persist, fight, grow, live and be happy without looking back

Sonidos que vienen de tiempos atrás escondidos en el humo De un pasado tan distante que enloquece a los más serenos En el que personas desconcertadas adormecen miedos

Grace Deeper Than Our Wounds

Source With the discovery of suno.com two days ago, I decided to utilize this new trend in artificial intelligence in placing musical notes to poetic lyrics. Utilizing

Even after death, I keep wondering

Didn't what I had said come true? Didn't you end up losing them too? I watched everything fall apart. Tell me, was the city of your heart ever rebuilt? Just one

Before Vermeer's Clouds (The Walker Art Gallery) - Art Appreciation and Haiku #9

Greenland's dream Heaven Oaken woven wilderness - distant towns shimmer. The Painting 'Before Vermeer's Clouds' - A Pastel Dream-Scape This painting by Martin Greenland

Starting From What Has No Name Yet

I have been working inside a frame I never built, never chose and never once stood back far enough to actually see, I have been working inside a frame, filling it