#If not a Graveyard
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we are ghost riding a bony structure with a meat cushioning while flying through space on a rock
its crazy
and the more I feel we remove ourselvesfrom reality the more we just become ghosts instead of alll of the above
Interesting, thanks for reading!
@wooden flare
@wheat galleon
The theme here is very, very relatable...
I used to feel this exact same way
Like I was more of a ghost than a person
Like I was led through each day by some sort of 'mental autopilot' in my brain
Living just to live
Break out of this, trust me, anyone can do it 🙂
Great job!!
I wish that happens
Thank you Sir
this is so insipidly beautiful it's coarse rough sour and I love it!
damn puff
i can feel the weight of your words deeply. the imagery of dead walking the streets and the existential questioning hit hard. when you describe becoming a poet with "expressive crimes" and facing judgment, it mirrors the inner battles we all face. this poem is hauntingly beautiful, capturing that sense of disconnection and longing for understanding. its raw, real, and incredibly moving. great job!
Thank youuuu David!! Means a lot :))
Not me writing that while having my breakdown concert lol but seriously thank you, Zeno. Makes me realize that even when I'm high on meds and sleep deprivation I can be comprehended in such a deeper level. Thank you so much T-T
oh you cannot underestimate one's skills ESPECIALLY while during a breakdown or when sleep depreciated
the poetic part of a person is at its peak during those times
*the poetic part
of a person is at its
peak during those times*
Indeed, I should get that in my underestimated depressed non puff friendly head :))
😭 haha
@dense swallow
I loved this poem, the theme is so intellectually juicy and I loved how you expressed it! Be sure to tag me in more of your philosophical poems
Aw thank you!! Sure I'll ping you in my works. I appreciate your feedback :))