Miraquill
I am living... aren't I?
That voice shuddering behind my trails of thoughts
Shouting whispers to the ghost of the past
Yet manifesting lucks to the future fool
May be the dead weren't lucky
How fast they visit our dreams
Still no answer from their witness of the soul
I asked again, hey grandma I am living...aren't I?
The dark tunnel welcomed us both
The other end was meant for me only.
©toleswori_wang
#existentialcrisis
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neonomad
22w
Read MoreI scribbled it down last night around 2 or 3 am. It sounded good to me. Its unfinished, will finish soon. Please give me you honest criticisms.
#night #death #eternity #existentialcrisisThe one last dream
Night comes purely
Dark, solace and mysteriously
Embracing every little chunk
of light surely sunk
Walls become transparent
To the red moon crescent
Above shines a thousand
Souls that are left behind
Who put you here
Wondered forever hither
Took aplenty sleeps to hear
Thy lovely calls thither
Build in true way
For one eternal stay
With a moody winter dawn
Hope you have drawn
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How do you feel when your insecurities are greater than your existence?
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Life?
What is life?
If we breathe through the existence of our own suffering mind
And we live through the ashes of our dreams till we die
What is life?
If walking past the bridge makes you want to jump out in a wild
And make sure that you don't crawl out of the mud to save your life
What is life?
If live is to be evil when everything tends to collide
This place is raw and it's tough I hope you make it out alive.
©blog_wobbles_7 0
To ever have existed...
What a strange honour
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scribbles_1810
81w
Who Am I?
Now this question has spent years inside my head,
Waiting for an answer that doesn't seem to exist.
It bothers me each day before I go to bed
But I can hear or see nothing for it's all lost in the mist.
Who Am I?
A good human with kind intentions
Or full of pretence to create an illusion?
A flowing river, a high mountain
Or just a pond formed by the rain?
Sometimes I feel I have a reason to be
To think, to feel and live like me.
But other times I feel I am just a nobody
Thinking she is important, a special somebody.
And then some days into a spiritual sea I drown,
Am I real or not? Is it true or false? Or am I seeing it upside down?
Feels stranger by the minute the more I delve into it,
My mind gets fuzzy but the answer never hits.
©luna1817 2 1
raindropsoncacti
93w
Lost Words
Sad how when a person is allegedly captivated, awed, inspired
Their once beautiful words just evaporate.
You'd think "how wonderful" such a thing is meant to be
Would mean they'd multiply and amplify, not see them dissipate.
My own words seem so disposable now;
They are taken lightly, or even possibly go not fully read.
Much like the pages of textbooks, crisp and clean, cost a small fortune
That were not even opened, and lay cast aside now instead.
©thatgeekgirl8 0
Kehna mat
Yahi agar hona hai
Toh fir naa hona kya hai
Yahi tujhe paana hai
Toh fir khona kya hai
Baat dil pe lagi thi unki
Aur Raat mehez ro ke guzaar di
Toh fir Rona kya hai
Yahi agar hona hai
Toh fir naa hona kya hai
Ponchh de aansu mere
Kisi dupatte ka wo kona kya hai
Tere hone ke sapne dekhe kayi
Bhool gaya magroor sona kya hai
Hai sach kya , dono ko hai maloom
Fir ye jhooth mooth ka hona kya hai
Rukhsat hone ko maine kehna nahi
Tu khud bhi nahi hoti
Teri fikr ka ye namoona kya hai
Yahi agar hona hai
Toh fir naa hona kya hai
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autumnbreeze
110w
Read MoreThe twitch of the clock
strikes at the rigidity of existence.
Engulfing every being hindered
under the sheets of firgures.
Traces of beauty
scatter amidst the pile of swears.
Hatred is a prime resource
manifested for confusion.
Diverse school of thinking
conjure a battlefield against emotions.
Brick by brick, my voice sullen
through things air of moist dreams.
A clip from rusted paercuts
denote the meaning of delicacy.
The tricking clock negotiates
my power smudged on torn pages.
Reality of betrayal and melancholy
smoke eyes with questions.
Uncanny answers wait at pavement
with no obligation to enter.
Buzzing of tickling destiny
treasure rips of ghostly happiness.
The tickling reminds me of
a battlefield l left at stake.
Hands coated with burnt marks
relocate the scheme of joy.
Trading sunshine of gloom
l wish to unfold.
The tricking clock hears my smile
snatching away a piece of home.
With facets of opaque reality
I sit to unravel the same threads of existence.
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@mirakee @writersnetwork @senden_k @soulfulstirrings @_kabirA clip from rusted paercuts
denote the meaning of delicacy.
©autumnbreeze54 20 15
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Existential crisis
It is difficult for me to accept myself
So How can I expect it from others to accept12 4 1
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- black_pearl_ Meri tarah hahahhaa
Life Anxiety
Convoluted, messy, this labyrinth of life
Keeps me always in state of strife
I need to make amends
Before it ends
I should be in haste
Lest it goes in waste
Time doesn't wait,
And I better not be late.
To choose the right path,
I take a Sabbath
This Sabbath has gone long
And now everything is wrong
Can't afford to make mistakes
'Cause life has single takes.
I stay worried and restless,
Can't afford to be careless
Just a few slips and trips
And I get a brutal whip.
In the past and future I dwell,
Now and then my heart swells
From a distance, I hear the knell
Hope it's not time for farewell.
©ravi_k_b0 0
Dread
I find myself so inexplicably and infuriatingly drawn to you,
Your magnetism, it sparks,
What once I thought was dead-
How am I to prepare myself for such a loss?
How am I to go on,
Once you're gone?
©Millie S. Poet8 0
whenemotionsoverflow
125w
Existential Crisis
I got so much useless thoughts going on
Inside my mind
So many and nothing at all, dead.
It is clearly a safe haven up in my head
But one dangerous isolation which brings relief
Thinking and feeling brings nothing but grief
I want to stay happy and calm
But the awareness of man's temporary existence
And man's fleeting time on earth
Crushes my ego, rebirth
My fight between laziness and productivity
Often leads me astray
The emotions brought by fear of death and decay
It ends tonight
I will let God's light shine bright
Through my restless heart and cast out
This oblivion and existential crisis.
©island_sunrise9 0 2
Sometimes, bugs feed on me,
I just let them eat more.
©sparklingteja40 0 1
Existential Crisis
I'm tired of doing nothing, I'll take rest now
©sparklingteja84 10 8
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Empty enough
We are empty enough
Desperate enough
To pay money
To get onto machines
That toss us around
And spin us about
Just so we can feel
Something, anything
Even if that
Something is fear
Or dread
And we acknowledge
The yearning hole in our heart
Wanting to stuff some material
Inject plastic and paper
To fill up the gaps
And I don't understand
Why no one understands
That the gaping hole
Is something
The empty
Is a feeling
And yearning
Is beautiful
And human
©overenthu_ashes8 0
Lost Opportunity
Sometimes I look back,
And think what if?
What if I started something earlier?
What if I was more popular?
What if I had better grades in school?
What if I was a better person?
But then I realize
That I cannot change the past.
The past is permanent.
The past is painful.
The past is the indelible
Marker on the paper of life.
The present is what matters.
So I focus on the present.
The only time in my control,
And I take a deep breath.
But I cannot help but feel regret.
Regret for not having more confidence.
Regret for not taking opportunities.
Regret for not confessing my sins.
Hopefully,
All of us will get another chance.
But until then,
We should all be happy
For we cannot change the past,
But we can appreciate the present,
And we can look forward to the future.
©memewizard048 0
Cease to Exist
What a great day for
an existential crisis!
One day we will die...
©melalice6 0
sparklingteja
146w
Evolve
From where should I evolve
When every condition is adverse?
From where should I evolve
When every ancestor is dead?
Do I evolve from broken
Or shall I dissolve in thoughts?
Why should I born
When death is only the ultimate?
Shall I live or earn?
When every effort just goes in vain?
Shall I born from the war
Or reign from the tsar
When evolution is betrayed by the Gods?
©sparklingteja36 14 4
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- sparklingteja @iammusaafiir thank you so much sir
- iammusaafiir Blessings to you dear. God has HIS own way to bring people closer.
- sparklingteja @iammusaafiir he responded well sir. Special thanks. Take care sir
- iammusaafiir Blessings to you dear.
If I exist,
I exist in 2D.
But the despair,
defies dimensions.
All-consuming, never-ending,
Morphing, twisting, changing faces,
But ever-present, in every way.
In dimensions I can't explain.
And I'm lost.
