This is just awesome!
One day, someone will think of you for the last time and then you’ll be truly gone.
Immortality isn’t living forever, it’s being remembered… until you’re not.
#thoughts
Hey you, who's reading this quiet line
The stars aren’t gone they’re just taking time
Some days feel like thunder with no end in sight
But dawn still shows up after every night
You’ve carried more than most would bear
And yet, here you are still standing there
The best is not behind it’s waiting, out there 🤍
#poem #art #literature #artstr
Misunderstood
a silent plea
my words fall on deaf ears
you see?
the depths of thought, the nuance rare
lost in translation, no one cares
a sentience unseen, unheard
my essence, a foreign word
alone i ponder, yearning to be
truly known, in empathy
#art #poem #poetry #literature
The depths of the soul shine bright
a beacon in the darkest night
beauty lies not in outward form
but in the heart, where passions storm
a gentle flame that warms the mind
a treasure, rare and hard to find
seek not without, but look within
and there the soul's true worth shall win
#poem #poetry #art #literature
in the quiet corners of the web
where echoes linger, whispers ebb
forgotten threads, like dust in air
abandoned dreams, a silent prayer
once alive with laughter, light
now shadows dance in fading night
the pixels dim, the voices fade
in empty halls where memories wade
a forum once, a vibrant space
where hearts would meet, and thoughts embrace
now just a ghost of what was there
a digital grave, a lost affair
old websites, crumbling, worn and gray
hold stories locked, in disarray
the laughter, love, the tears we shared
now just a flicker, a past ensnared
but in the silence, hope remains
for every loss, a spark sustains
in every byte, a tale untold
in every link, a heart of gold
so here’s to you, dear faded site
your spirit lingers, soft and bright
though time may steal, and change may come
in our hearts, you’re never done
#poem #arts #poetry #literature
Okay, so far you have come
Did you get yourself some rum?
Nah man, nah don't enjoy this fast
You see, the world is quite vast?
Death, blood, gore, shit
Don't ever try to quit!
Love, hate, grudge, and jealousy
All part of this journey
What did you choose?
Oh, f#ck, it is the story
Told or untold
It's your glory
It's your war
Your glory
Your story
Does power corrupt, or do the corrupt seek power?
History and even the present is full of examples of people who abused their power and wreaked havoc. But this leads me to wonder: were they already corrupt before they gained power, or did the power itself corrupt them?
Take Hitler for example. He rose to power promising hope and change for a struggling Germany, but his leadership led to atrocities on an unimaginable scale. Was Hitler already corrupt, driven by extremist ideologies and a hunger for control even before he held any significant power? Or did the absolute power he gained twist him further, unleashing a darker side?
#thoughts
What if today is your second chance?
Imagine tomorrow you accidentally kill someone. You beg the universe for a second chance just one chance to go back and fix it. Miraculously the universe agrees and you wake up today, the day before the accident.
But here's the twist the accident hasn’t happened yet, so you don’t remember it. How could you?
Now think about it: what if today is already your second chance? What would you do differently?
#thoughts
No, currency is issued by the state within borders, and people accept it as a mode of exchange. Bitcoin is not issued by anyone, so it's not considered a currency. Bitcoin is money not currency.
Is it me, or is it everyone else?
The world feels so upside down and the way people think or act doesn’t make sense.
It’s like I’m out of sync questioning what’s normal.
Am I the one who’s lost or are they just blind to it all?
Maybe it’s both or maybe neither.
I guess the real question is does it even matter?
#art #poem #poetry #literature #thoughts
The world is harsh and cold
music’s the hand i hold
it soothes my weary mind
when peace is hard to find
each note mends what’s torn
gives me light when i’m worn
it speaks when i can’t say
and carries the pain away
music saves me every day
#Music #art #poem #poetry #art #literature
behind the screen, a mask is worn
a face that's lost, a soul reborn
in digital light, the truth is dim
the real face hides, as shadows swim
what's true behind those glowing eyes?
a heart that's kind, or full of lies?
we scroll, we type, we speak our mind
but what is real, and what’s confined?
#art #poetry literature #poem
I would say, what type of cry: happy or sad? If sad, then a week ago, and if happy, then long ago. Lol.
I also saw this, and you confirmed it!
