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I float in my raft of time.

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     ~~Each passing wave is all sublime~~

           ~~Each passing wave takes, all crime~~

                    ~~

                              ~~­I bounce off these walls~~

                       ~~I’m confined~~

                       I start in the present

I am your past.                        I am your future.

I am last.                                          I am nurture.

                       I am on my last row;
                        For now, I shall go.
                          Darkness awaits
                                For none.
irinia Apr 3
no surprise we collide with the future
the great avenger invades our fiber
the old method of collapsing the future
still in the cards. how many cards are there?
the world a stage for mindlessness
ideology more powerful than reality
complexity will have a say in the tale of chaos
misread victimhood to put on a show
the tyranny of dark ideas uncontainable
number pi is missing from the formula but
penguins are resilient to shock therapy, lucky them
we'll hold our breath and see the world anew
no surprise we are inclined to run away from our contribution
to reality, a deeper wound is perhaps
the dark matter of history
Debbie Apr 2
Do days swallow time?
Or does time swallow the days of our lives?
What memories get digested, while some are excreted?
The past starves to be remembered
after it's long forgotten.
The future hungers to begin,
heightened by the uncertainty.
The rarity of simply coincidence,
is like a blue orchard on the moon.
Thoughts from an old journal
PAVANI Mar 28
As my dreams play
vivid images of a future
I'm yet to mold
my brain cries in silence
as in my hands, wet clay
is all I hold
Tomorrow comes no matter what,
Whether or not you worry about its arrival.
Is it worth it to worry about moving forward?
The future is inevitable
I want a love that lifts, not weighs,
that lights my soul, not dims my days.
A love that walks, that dares, that tries,
not one that waits with downcast eyes.

I want to feel a burning spark,
not just a whisper in the dark,
a steady hand, a voice so clear,
a man who knows, who draws me near.

I want a presence bold and true,
a heart that beats with mine in view.
No chasing shadows, no silent plea,
but footsteps strong that walk with me.

I want a fire, fierce yet slow,
not flames that fade or cease to glow.
A love that lasts, that won’t demand
the life I hold in open hand.

I want desire, not just a thrill,
but something deep that grows at will.
A passion free, yet firm in space,
not fleeting highs, but strong embrace.

A man whose strength is warm, not cold,
whose love is sure, whose hands will hold.
Who stands beside me, not behind,
with fearless heart and steadfast mind.

I want to move, unchained, unbound,
no weight to pull me to the ground.
No debts to pay, no roles to fill,
no love that drains my heart’s own will.

I want a life where joy runs free,
where voices dance in harmony.
Where love is given, strong and pure,
not earned, not fought for, but secure.

And so I stand, my heart made new,
no love half-lived, no path undue.
No less than this, no dreams denied,
I trust the path, let life decide.
Zywa Mar 22
Don't stand there staring

at the horizon, but look --


where you are and go.
Theatre performance "Holly Goosebumps" (2025, Ada Ozdogan)

Collection "Here &Now&"
Zywa Mar 22
Look up, look beyond

the point where you stand, the stars --


will show you the way.
Diane Sawyer's interview "Science will win" with Stephen Hawking (and his daughter Lucy) on ABC (June 7th, 2010) --- Song "Sammy" (1966, Ramses Shaffy, album "Ramses II")

Collection "Here &Now&"
Jeremy Betts Mar 21
What is that doing here?
It reminds me to remember a particular fear
How peculiarly sincere
But I have enough of that
So take it all the way back
It never fails to stick if and when I wander near

I've said it before
Both coming in and walking out the door
My vocal cords ring sore
You feed me Okay's
Say, "to hell with past days"
No more tears moped up off a shared floor

I've heard many things
So many things said many ways by many human beings
It's gone beyond repeating
Lost my sense of real
What's a partnerships appeal?
Even good beginnings befall painful endings

Keep the goodby
Trade it for another "never again" lie
And a slice of American pie
Words hold little truth
Slippery, not unlike a noose
That no one this time will be able to untie

©2025
Julie Mar 20
They say that you are the future generation of the Earth,
you are the ones who will change things.
But they don’t say that things will also change us.
And we come into the world ready to change things,
but not ourselves.

But what if we can’t?
What if our souls can’t take it all?
Because we are the first ones to see beyond—
beyond the edge.

What if we just sit and watch our Earth dying,
like you do now?
We are the future generation,
just as you once were.

So, are you ready for change?
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