Poetic World 98 😘

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

💬 Who are you?

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

*NOTHING* Upon the canvas of the sky, A vast expanse of cerulean hue, Where thoughts and dreams, both high and low, Are reflected in the great blue, A tale of nothingness unfolds, A saga of the in between, The spaces 'tween the stars, the void, A realm without beginning or end. In this boundless, timeless space, Where nothingness doth rule the day, The mind, it wanders, seeks reprieve, From life's relentless, weary fray. No words can capture, nor define, What lies within this vast expanse, Yet, in this emptiness, we find, A tranquil sanctuary, peaceful glance. No form or shape, no sound or light, Simply nothingness, a void of gray, And, in this vacuum of existence, Dwells the heart, in quiet play. The mind, it ventures boldly forth, Into the abyss, the great unknown, And, as the emptiness surrounds, It finds within its depths, a home. For in this boundless sea of naught, One finds a refuge, calm, and pure, A place where thoughts can wander free, And rest, in solitude, secure. So, let us celebrate this void, This nothingness that's all around, For in its depths, we may discover, The secrets of our very own. In this great expanse of nothingness, Lies the essence of our being, A realm where thoughts, untethered, fly, In search of meaning, endless seeking.

CONVERSATIONS BEYOND THE VEIL. Ooh! Life snatcher,here we are, Be audible as we have a talk, Why do people fear your touch? They're frightened by your cold touch. I hate to say good-byes, I feel lost when my loved ones lay in deep silence, I don't like being robbed by you, The absence of my people cause me trauma and pain. My grandpa told me a story, That you're just a transition, That you're just a guide, leading souls to final homes, That you take them away from the world's pains, But your behavior to me, is the most painful. As cruel as you are,death, You demand my own people, I know we might have had arguments the other day, But it doesn't mean we wouldn't need them anymore. The darkness you bring to my life, Even so invisible,but I do feel your cold fingers, Don't you think it should be enough? Or maybe let's make a deal! Listen, let's make a deal, I understand maybe you're just a guide, But,heed my plea this time, I am not ready to leave, Neither am I ready to sleep that long in the cold. My dreams are unfulfilled yet, I'm a burning flame that's not ready to dim, Spare my fleshy bones,set me free, I won't pick up if you call me soon. I need to see what my sweat yields, I want to love,laugh and smile with my people, I'm a tree standing tall, not ready to fall, Hear my plea,for I want to taste the joys of this world. @SaltyTear.

💬 Who are you?

Desert Places by Robert Frost Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it - it is theirs. All animals are smothered in their lairs. I am too absent-spirited to count; The loneliness includes me unawares. And lonely as it is, that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less - A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars - on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

Where is this place?