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Some dim it, ignore it,
stay on the surface of life,
never reaching the depth they came here to feel.

Earth may be the only known place in the universe
where emotion, real emotion, like love exists.
Maybe that’s what the entire universe longs for.

And we… we have the privilege to feel it.
Love is what we’ve been chasing since we were children,
dreaming of it, needing it, searching for it.
Maybe Earth truly offers something no other place can:
Emotion.

So stop suppressing it.
Stop numbing it.
Emotions are the reason we’re here.
Don’t be afraid to feel.
I’m never kidding,
When I say I need humbling.
Life goes too good for too long,
I get too popular winning at too much,
That I forget what it feels like to lose out,
And I risk everything.
It’s so silly,
Complaining about succeeding,
But sometimes I miss the days I wasn’t on the radar yet.
Because now that I have so much,
My vision is fogged by greed,
I forget how to treat the people that brought me here.
I never learn,
Until I lay askew and burnt,
When my luck runs out.

It’s not magic.
Note: not a sarcastic piece and not intended to anger or aggravate anybody. I appreciate my position in life so much and am forever grateful for all the blessings I’ve received!
I saw the smoke from the mountains,
Early in the morning sun,
Billowing deep from the trees,
Where the great mountain beast once was.

I saw the smoke from Paul Bunion’s cabin,
Rolling up into the sky,
So when I climb up there tomorrow,
I’ll bring him a great big pie.
The mountain scenery is beautiful, it’s breathtaking.
Up to the trees I go,
Further north where fresh water flows.
Travel preparations with my heart aching,
Home is where I’m free,
Left alone just to be.
Not in this gloomy place,
Not within this heat wave.
Like a pioneer,
I pack my bags,
Leaving behind the places I know,
In search of the places,
Where I’ll grow.
I’m on the road, making my way up to the mountains. Travel is good for the soul, you shouldn’t dwell in the same places for too long.
Dear Algebra,
Please stop asking us
To find your X.
She has left
And she will never return,
And don't ask Y.

-Anonymous
Acrobatic
Elegance
Mixed
With mystery
Wise to the rise
Giants of the sea
Breaking free
Through depths
Of blues and greens
Like brush stokes
Through a dream
Lines and curves
Become serene
In the depths
They sing
Where
Beauty leaps
From the belly
Of the beast
Bubble trapping
Curiosity
a soul with heartbeats
otherworldly womb nested

held in gentle fluid
a mothers procreation

a time of helplessness
beginning a childs journey.
silence claims everyone, in the end
wisdom says to befriend it while you still can
being under suspicion of using AI
not sure if its a compliment or not?
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