Part1: Brand new world of pseudo bridges, Fall one after the other in deep abyss. The candle of peace burns itself to the utmost. Devils of this world in angels disguise. They divide the humanity; they build unseen blocks. They stretch their Hands though the Darkness, Trying to suffocate the lambs of the world. Mortal… Continue reading Degradation
Existentialist
E He believes For the sake of existence, he exists. Coming from nowhere To the vacuum existence, With no sense, no logic No wisdom behind; To exist… He develops in nothingness of existence Without meaning, no God. Bareness of the epistemology, No metaphysics intrinsically needed. From infancy to manhood, He grows up in life. … Continue reading Existentialist
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Anxiety Disorder Dreamy pens with time in raceReady to fly and embrace the skyLike eagles flying facing the sunWith straight unwavering wings. I stay hither, holding my empty penMy blank brain, my weighting fears,My white atrembling wings.Looking around with my pain's blank eyeNothing inside but that aery load.I see my Rose faints and bowsclose to… Continue reading #poem, #poetry,#write
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Behind the closed doorsDwell the naked souls,Hide from the outside world.Once the closed doors open,Not dare to show anymore. Beneath the same sky;But each one has their own roofs, doorsMeticulously locked: ''No Enter Allowed!"-Locked miseries, weakness, hearts' dark spots;Ghostly shadows and shadowy ghosts. Welcome ladies and gentlemen.Welcome to the day by day show.Are you ready!!!Three,… Continue reading unreadable #unreadable,#poetry, #poem, #write
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Oblivion Modern man wears a smileOf insane joy, of unconscious submit.Mechanism ruins his neurological cells.Technology herds the modern slaves,Who dream of consuming dreams,Ambitious of paths carved, spoiled by many-Put on the line to run in a lose lose race.Harshly crazy rhythms of insanity. Robots replace humans.Humans become robotic.Brand new age of new herdsFollow the crowd… Continue reading oblivion #poetry, #poem,#write
Out of the thin air, it grows.As we grow, it grows.As long as life breathes,As long as we breathe,It grows.As long as the life outWrinkles the life within.It grows.As long as youthful dreamsGet on. It grows.The less we cry, it grows.The more we sigh, it grows.Until we reach the voidIn which,Feelings gloom and doom.In which,Vacuum… Continue reading
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I'm in my white Castle,Holding my two Books.I live in illusive vanityWith human ghosts.Yearning For Eternity S.C.P.B
14 lines #poem, #poetry, #writing, #sonnet
14 Lines Sol'tude they suffer all; yet, each alone.Lone souls wander within nowhere spheres.Roam and orbit beyond the byway zone,O acrid mists in silent corners tear. Yet, the muffled screams flow rivers per dayWhen curious eyes not there to stare.Bite like sea snakes and pour their bane as prey.Void feeds void til the vacuums distress… Continue reading 14 lines #poem, #poetry, #writing, #sonnet
#Apocalypse
Apocalypse SheAt the zenithOf her ruinSittingWatchingThe world outBackwardly ahead movingWearing the guiseOf maintenanceOf strength of con sis ten cy Cra z'ness air teasesthe mass The mob The ruinAgiles in the fall melodyOut of tuneThe funeral ceremonyOn the airAround the clockShebreathes inThe void and spits itOutWithin she and itVividly on the moveOut of breathWhile She the… Continue reading #Apocalypse
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Feel She opens the window. The morn dews still on petals, And the brand new breeze Teases some of her hair, In the air, where new hope's reborn. The new rosy light twinkles her eyes; But, no sparkling sparks back Touches her skin, enters her nostrils Yet, She carelessly turns her back Nothing felt by… Continue reading #feel #poetry #poem #write #iamwriting
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Revolutionist Ardent his eyesFire of poverty and injusticeBurn his stateEagers to changeWith his words the thoughtsWith his thoughts the worldIn which the brisk naughtThe antiworldYet his folk are busyIn chase of breadNo time to breatheNo time to dreamNo time to mindTheir misery, their stateYet His fire is too idealToo old... too lateTo awake the deadIn… Continue reading #poetry #poems #revolutionary #writing #write
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Do Not Write All Your Mis’ries In Black Ink Do not write all your mis’ries in black ink,Dark past must be buried its vivid corpse;Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink. When life despairs the youth, they oft misthinkAnd paint on dim canvas vehement mourns,Do not write all your mis’ries in black ink.… Continue reading #poetry #poets #Iamwriting #write #writing #villanelle
So-called Poetry of Biba 