i can feel the weight,
pressing down on me.
making shadows of shapes
colouring my skin.
can you see through the smoke?
or do you feel your way home?
and even after it’s all gone,
you’ll see where I went wrong.
seen from China
seen from Singapore
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Brazil

seen from Germany

seen from Singapore

seen from Egypt
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia
seen from South Korea
seen from Singapore
seen from Germany

seen from United Kingdom
seen from China

seen from Maldives

seen from Tunisia
i can feel the weight,
pressing down on me.
making shadows of shapes
colouring my skin.
can you see through the smoke?
or do you feel your way home?
and even after it’s all gone,
you’ll see where I went wrong.
you
the whole world might accidentally end up at my writings,
the words,
the blood i've dropped on these poems,
but love,
these cheap and simple poetry,
are meant for you,
so cherish them when i leave this ball of life for good.
//naail
MwsRPoem
Think I’m by MwsR There is something I can’t stopNo matter whatIt is my emotions inside my head.Their lack of wisdom keeps me on my toesBut that makes them special, you know.Nothing good was ever really easy.Each day brings different sorts and kindsIt’s the complicated ones that I can feel with my mind.My head starts spinning trying to figure where it should restBut sometimes it’s easier just to…
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Chasing Sunset
The sky has darkened But faster, faster fly toward The sun determined to set Colour and wonder cling to the sky
Suit Up
With a diamond you can win over a woman. With a club you can down beat a man. With a heart you can change a warrior. With a spade you can tame land.
it is approximately 12:24 AM and I am lying in my bed haunted and mystified and exhausted by the thought of you and I dream as I bring my palms together for a prayer's goodnight kiss that our lips would do the same my mind repeats your name until its meaning is lost on me and those two syllables are redundant and repetitive ba dum ba dum duh dah duh dah and my ankles are bruised and my feet are sore but I would walk this world a thousand times over for you while my eyelids draw close the shutters and I breathe a deep long melancholy sigh as I wish you a silent bonne nuit
Headphones Techno Red wine I am a make up of these factors, and more. My nothing, that makes a nothingness of me, causes nothing, but my own self discovery. One day I will free myself of the misfires, miseries , and loneliness I have cultivated all of my life. One day I will find the answer among trees, snow, and the the chill of my auto. ... Fuck The World. My world has already been fucked.
Axél Carr