In the night, where the galaxies sway,  
Clusters of stars twinkle in a vast embrace,  
The Milky Way spirals like an ancient lore,  
A river of light flowing through the dark of space.

Time drifts through our grasp,  
Fluid like the weave of existence,  
Moments stretch to eons,  
Memories echoed in the heartbeats of stars.

Dark matter spins an unseen tapestry,  
Binding the threads of celestial dreams,  
While black holes murmur secrets,  
Devouring light, crafting silence in the cosmos.

We gaze upon Andromeda,  
A neighbor in this cosmic tide,  
Her elliptical form cradles the past,  
A mirror of what we’re destined to become.

Supernovas burst with life,  
Their explosions painting the sky with dreams,  
Each twinkling reflection,  
A reminder we’re part of this grand scheme.

In this universe, we are but stardust,  
A fleeting thought in the mind of the void,  
Yet within us, the echoes of the stars,  
Marked by time, yet forever yearning to be whole.

Confused soul.
A little sad, kind of bored,
still catching sparks in my head.

Twenties feel strange
especially twenty-five,
like I’m walking in shoes
that never really fit right.

Sometimes I wonder
why I think a guy could shift my world,
when most days,
I can’t even shift my mood.

It doesn’t make sense.
Maybe it’s not supposed to.
But who cares,
it’s not even realistic.

The feeling comes in waves:
quiet, weird, a bit silly.
Like I miss someone
I’ve never even met.

I’ve given myself
all the right speeches
be strong,
be your own person.
you don’t need anyone,
just live your life.

But then I think of him.
Whoever he is.
And it all feels soft
and silly again.

Like maybe I’d kiss him,
then laugh,
because it’s all so
embarrassing and human.

I ask the universe, softly,
show me the way.
Maybe I’m not lost,
or totally lost,
just letting
the quiet moments hold me.

I was sitting on a bench,
in a quiet place , a cemetery,
but also a park
where people come to walk,
to jog, to breathe.

Then I saw it,
a pigeon flying down from a tree.
It walked softly on the ground,
its feathers glowing in the morning light.
Black wings,
white chest,
purple and black neck,
white tail,
and feet covered with white feathers.

So beautiful.
I didn’t say it out loud,
but in my heart I admired it.

And then
it looked at me.
Really looked.

And to my surprise,
it flew to me.
Landed on the bench,
right next to me.
Its claws held the metal tightly.
It stared
those red eyes moving,
like it was trying to understand me
from every angle.

It came closer.
And for a second,
I felt something between us.
Our eyes met
and stayed.

Then, quietly,
it flew away.

I don’t know what it was.

Was it God,
answering my silent thoughts?
Or the universe,
reminding me that we are all connected?

It felt like love
but not the kind we see in movies.

No hands.
No words.
Just a moment between a human and a bird.
Real.
Quiet.
Sacred.

Maybe love is like that sometimes
not between lovers,
but between souls.
No need for shape or name.
Just presence.

By Abpoetry & A.r Ivanovich


AB  - This world,
Oh man this world is a comedic catastrophe and too much
agony,
I've brushed away people causing division,
Flowers still grow under my feet praising my kindness,
But my niceness can be mistaken for weakness
even by nice people,
Can't trust too many nice motherfuckas nowadays,
We can now go our separate ways,
**** your advice, and **** your ways,
**** all the people in my past that did me wrong , no price is paid,
Baby rejection is protection,
We were never ever the same,
Self awareness and common sense meets logic,
The human brain can only do so much,
Consciousness electrifying beyond universes,
Thoughts racing into better circumstances,
Better choices,
So be mad when its you I would erase, you are a phase,
Don't betray my trust , it could get ugly,
Make up a sob excuse for what you did, waddle like a little puppy,
This world is a joke and when it ends , it still will begin.


A.R. - There’s a stretch
Of shadow
Standing in
the hallway.
I don’t know how
It got there.
I don’t remember
Opening the door
Or letting anyone
With such a
Cruel grin
Inside my
Heart
To mock me.

There’s a streak
Of shadow
Running the bridge
Of my memories.
Chasing fast,
chasing.
Reminding me.
Reminding.
Not to fall
Ever.

They say it’s best
To expect the harm
From other human beings.
Its yours anyway
If you ignore it.
Your fate, your fault
Your flaw.
No excuse for innocence
Even if we all
Join this world
With it
intrinsic.
**** that.

There’s an obscene
arsenal of barbs
And daggers.
Piled up on the
hardwood floor.
A Battle Royale
In waiting.
But I won’t touch
A single one.
Not even for the shadows.

Cut me down
And I’ll be shorter
But I’ll never be
Anyone but
Me.

By Abpoetry

People too stupid to notice,
People too Naive to care,
People really ain't prepared,
They can't wait for warfare,
Try to dumb you down with music , media and comedy,
Foods and toothcare, fluorided just to stop prosperity,
They live,
Put them glasses on and see for yourself,
This ain't conspiracies afoot,
you'll see it when its there,
Programming your body through music to turn your
mind to mush,
Make you feel a certain way , violent acts you think is good,
Government documents that they have that explains
The power of black people,
Thats why they ****** us up for decades, our minds are
not feeble,
We realizing that now , guess its over for them,
Everybody come together we'll break the ******* sim,
They want you to rely on them,
Have a president,
Have people with multimillion dollar companies invest in them,
Want you to obey law , when the law don't follow itself,
Make you feel low vibrational so you can't help yourself,
Protect your energy.

my thoughts are not the
manifestation of a
universe amen

No. Worse than that.
She loved you in every single one, just not ours.
She cared for me once in all my life when it benefitted her.
And cast you out when it was convenient to save you.
She loved us in all but one.
And we got the shortest straw...

Have you ever wondered
If your existence was simply
A universal mistake?
That when your mom talks about
Almost making sure
That you weren't born
That something got in the way
That shouldn't have?

I lay here in agony
Believing this
Believing in my supposed
Unexistance

When she talks about forgetting
That you even exist
Other than when she randomly gets
A little reminder
I sit and I wonder
If that's maybe just the universe glitching
Because somewhere in some time
I wasn't meant to be

I sit and I wonder
If my supposed unexistance
Can explain everything away
Because maybe its the universes way
Of trying to correct its mistake

I'm not a mistake here
Not there
Or anywhere on a level of your attention
I'm a mistake on the level
Of universal inattentiveness

My existence has been pure hell
Full of near death experiences
Via my own hands and others
But I am a quantum mistake
That isn't easily erased
Even tho I long to be

I sit and I wonder
If my supposed unexistance
Can explain everything away
Because maybe its the universes way
Of trying to correct its mistake

Are all the failed relationships
Simply because the universal pairs
Made between one person and another
Had never included me in the equation?

Is my upbringing full of abuse
And horrors beyond comprehension
Simply because you can't love
Something that wasn't meant to be
In existence?

Does my body fail me
Fall apart
And crumble more and more
Throughout every year that passes
Simply because I wasn't meant to be?

Is the reason that no supports
Can be accessed by me
And I can't get any help for me
Or my disabilities
Simply because the world wasn't built to house me?

Is my existence a universal
Quintessential
Quantum mistake?

One that will only be corrected
By my
Unexistance?

I believe the answer is yes
Because I am floating
Unbound
Through pain
And through hell
With no universal help

In the galaxy, stars brightly gleam,  
A massive collection, a cosmic dream.  
Gas, dust, and dark matter,  
In spirals, they scatter,  
Held by gravity's powerful theme.  

Ellipticals glide, irregulars play,  
In the vastness of night, they dance and sway.  
The idol we praise,  
Through the celestial maze,  
Guiding our hearts, light-years away.

There is an extravagant kaleidoscope of galactic colors, in the paradox of your eyes.
The more human you are.
The deeper the universe inside.
We stand beneath a lachrymose sky,
that rains diamond pieces of our ancient lives.
We loved in a time before the birth of stars.
While the universe was cooling,
My heart grabbed into the depths of creation
to gravitate towards yours......