Day: 04/03/2023

Feast of Dreams Beneath the Stars

Created: January 30, 2019

 

Beneath the stars, I dream of a feast,
Where nature’s bounty is our only priest,
The moon shines down with a gentle light,
As we savor each flavor with all our might.

The air is filled with a sweet perfume,
Of wildflowers that bloom and consume,
The sounds of the forest whisper low,
As we indulge in this mystical tableau.

Memories of times gone by,
Mix with the flavors that we try,
And in this moment, it’s clear to see,
That life is more than just what we can be.

For in this feast, we find a connection,
A moment of pure and true perfection,
And we realize that love and nature are one,
And that this feeling will never be undone.

So let us savor this feast of life,
With all its joy, and all its strife,
And let the stars above us remind,
That we are all a part of a grand design.

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Vanishing Time

Created: April 1, 2023

Life slips away, like sand through my fingers,
An endless stream of moments that linger, 
Each passing day a reminder of time, 
And the fleeting nature of our earthly climb.

As I watch the world around me fade, 
And the shadows grow longer in the glade, 
I can't help but feel a sense of loss, 
For all the moments that I'll never again cross.

The people I've known and loved so dear, 
Are slipping away with each passing year, 
And though I try to hold on tight, 
They slip away like stars in the night.

And even as I try to cling, 
To the memories that keep them from leaving, 
I know that time will keep moving on, 
And they'll be gone before too long.

But in the midst of all this pain, 
I try to find hope and strength to sustain, 
For though life may be fleeting and brief, 
There's still beauty in this world, beyond belief.

So I'll keep pressing on, with all my might, 
And cherish every moment in my sight, 
For though life may disappear from view, 
I'll hold onto its beauty, forever true.

Context: The poem "Vanishing Time" is about the fleeting nature of life and the passing of time. The speaker reflects on how each passing day is a reminder of time and how life slips away like sand through their fingers. They feel a sense of loss for the moments and people they have loved and lost. The poem conveys the message that even though life may be brief and fleeting,there is still beauty in the world that can be cherished and held onto forever. The speaker tries to find hope and strength to sustain them through the pain of loss, 
and they vow to press on and cherish every moment in their sight.
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Мистер Слит

Created: June 24, 2022

 

Мистер Слит came to visit me today.

He wrapped me in pain, cradled me with
sorrow
and told me not to wait till tomorrow
it is time he said.

He told me to follow his lead
Count to three
And not to look back
There's nothing left here for me
but pain
He said with him I'd be free
Free like birds flying in the summer breeze.

Oh, Мистер Слит
you do make a good offer
I could play with the other lost kids all winter
and summer.

Just a second I'll be there in a few
Just need to pack a thing or two
My existence is forlorn.

From my body, I am torn.
Withered and stripped,
My soul is worn.

Inside brews an endless storm.
Oh how I long to be no more

Context: The poem “Мистер Слит came to visit me today” is a dark and melancholic piece that reflects the speaker’s desire to escape from their current state of pain and sorrow. The poem personifies “Mr. Slit” as a tempting figure who offers the speaker freedom from their suffering. The speaker is considering the offer and appears to be ready to accept it, as they feel forlorn and torn from their body. The final line of the poem suggests a desire to end their existence and be at peace. The poem explores themes of depression, despair, and the desire for release from emotional pain.

 

 

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