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Come nebbia,
Nebbia sparsa

Che divien acqua,
Poi torrente,
E poi per sempre

E forte e rapida e turbolenta
Cui vien la vita, la gioia, i colori

Il nostro scopo รฉ
Ma non era niente
A translation of "Like mist", a sweet poem on existential nihilism.

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thesuunest Apr 10
I'm sorry if I used lots of songs
[*** *** let me listen to this]
: It's been a while
A ***** is confused,
a ***** is a maintaining sanity
at the verge of insanity
a ***** is dead,
[ I can relate to said *****๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚]

Melancholia, of a French man in the surrealist era
Giving me the little and big absurdities
๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ’€I'm trying to maintain balance in this existence,
Could it ever get worse?
๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ’€
[ I have  zero access๐Ÿ˜ญ]
[๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญhow are you handling that]
[Could it???????????????]
[ I think I'm running mad]๐Ÿ’€
[๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ’€]
It the capitalism,
it's the boundaries,
the black tax,
the **** riders
horse **** ******,
phoney *** ******๐Ÿ’€
Only a free man is a dead man
or a madman
It's the matrix!!
it's the annoying HR,
an overbearing parent,
, everything all over the place
It's the loneliness!! the loneliness!!
of everyone everywhere,
itโ€™s the holding on !!! The holding on!!
๐Ÿ’€**** let me stop
**** my bad
I hope this makes sense when I'm sober
[ The **** riders for real]
[ These would make amazing song lyrics๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚]
[No no๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚]
๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ’€
You
๐Ÿ’€ I've seen time crawl,
walk and run
seasons and weathers
decades in years
years in months
months in weeks
weeks in days
days in nights
nights in days
moons in nights
nights in moons
Buds in Flowers
flowers in Buds
Perks of a Wallflower
wallflowers on pecks

my *****๐Ÿ’€
[Lyrics]
[But for some reason]
[I  Totally get you]

๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ”ฅ I have to journal this
****๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ’€
[You must!!]
[ I am going to write this down because you๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚]
I will post this on Hello Poetry
I will change promise you
I want to make good for the Good Girls
This poem is from a WhatsApp  conversation with a good friend of mine, the words in brackets are responses
Like mist, sparse,

becoming water,
and then a river,
and going forever

(and strong and fast and turbulent
growing life and joy and colors)

Our purpose is,
and was never.
Very concise poem on existential nihilism

2024-04-04
EA
Devil Atticman Oct 2023
For what is work?
To be complete.

What is strength?
The death of defeat.

Love, as well,
Is to rest one's feet.

Forces and their ends
Must meet.

Then I ask you,
What remains past death
A worthy edifice to seek?
A thought about the physical termination of energy in physics expanded in consideration of our own human values.
Elizabeth Zenk Jul 2023
Tomorrow will be worse than yesterday,
and I surely don't care for today.
so, I'll spend my time just wasting
my precious life away.
Short and sweet I suppose
Man Jun 2023
I wish I could write something
That pierced the wool
Pulled over your eyes.
Your depression, your nihilism;
The things keeping you coupled
To the miserable lense of your life.
Cause there are so many things,
That are just perspective.
And everything else,
We could work through together.
I fear you can't imagine, what
It would be like, to improve.
Walk the world afresh, renewed.
Just so long as you're comfortable,
It doesn't matter if you're happy.
We could be something wonderful,
But you can't see.
That's the real tragedy
Nihilated from naivety, only you
could prove despair isnโ€™t the only truth,
and remedy everything that cheapened me.

Every empty fill of vacuous desire
ebbed away sentimentality
until idealism was an affliction,
a coerced condition.

Stripped of venom as armour
reposed in your words,
romanticism is no longer an abject territory.

Youโ€™re the memory
I silently ached to make;
the expectation too unrealistic to hold
until your arms became the sanctuary
I could deconstruct my defences for.
M Nov 2022
iโ€™ve seen a lot of men jump off bridges
hearing their ironic screams from across
many of them were heartbroken *******
because people donโ€™t jump without a cause

you seek consolation in a desert
where things themselves touch thy sanity
where the small shining sun stings skin and dirt
is there hope for thee? thereโ€™s no hope for thee

i regret all that has and wouldโ€™ve been
(i apologize for the pessimism)
iโ€™m a stupid man whoโ€™s gone by nineteen
(i apologize for the nihilism)

but oh am i greatly sorryโ€”alas!
it seems there ainโ€™t tomorrow, my fellas
unironically a banger of a poem ?
16 December 2018
Tiara I S Jun 2022
sometimes I think
if I can't have it all then
let me go back
but back so far nothing can hurt
right off the plane of existence
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