THE METAPHYSICS OF TIME AND SPACE
I see faces in strange places, strangers make me never truly alone. Chaos lays her bedridden void where light won’t be, in me, celestial bodies appear to disappear, pluto had to be aware of his impending exit.
Oversight kills the pain of running lines that end the same, even clear skies hang under strung hands, indicative of sheer strength.
Wake feels a matter of fact, relativity suggests otherwise.
Written by Ovye (@awe_et_vare).
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THE UNIVERSE WORKS IN A STRANGE WAY
[1]
To surpass the sun, moon and stars,
Jupiter, Venus, Neptune and Mars.
To guide in Sunshine, fog, and rain,
And learn through heartaches, trouble and pain;
That’s how you know the universe works in a strange way.
[2]
To be guilty of love through giving and gain,
And being innocent in taking; it’s all the same.
To matchmake mankind with his humorous bones
But strip him of the comfort of its subsequent home;
That’s how you know the universe works in a strange way.
[3]
In trying again beyond indiscriminate curves,
And upholding faith in discriminate turfs.
In kissing dust, and hugging flares and flames,
And remembering the joy beneath forgotten names;
That’s how you know the universe works in a strange way.
[4]
By bringing to mind quirky de ja vus,
And helping us never to know their use.
By unearthing and exhibiting nostalgic flaws
And keeping us conformed by inept sting of their claws;
That’s how you know the universe works in a strange way.
Written by XIII JUNE (@xiii.june)
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THE UNIVERSE 🌎✨
[1]
The universe can be a compass when we lose our bearings, the star that leads us to our goldmines and deities, treasures and bounties.
[2]
The Universe can be a lantern that’ll light up our hearts with love and reason. A map that’ll guide us, show us the path least travelled, the lucrative and satisfying endeavours.
[3]
The universe can warm our cold feet on long nights, stir up our aspirations and future plans. Bend and split us, break and wreck us; growth through discomfort.
[4]
The universe has its own language, few can translate, few can understand, few are fluent. She has a voice only the most observant of men can hear; the habitual night owls and larks, the sensitive and the curious, the hungry optimists.
[5]
The universe can instruct us, counsel and teach us, drill and build us. Experience is her favourite messenger; trials and errors, failures and shortcomings.
[6]
The universe loves us unconditionally, she regards our flaws as a perpetual reminder of our genuineness; a licence to be vulnerable, an open invitation for our souls to connect.
[7]
The universe does work in a strange way; mysterious and vague, deceitful and edifying. She gives us that which soothes, which agitates. Which builds, which destroys. Which breathes, which dies. Which blooms, which fades. Which hurts, which loves.
Written by EFFA OWAI (@effatheexception)
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All poems were written for Poetic Justice and every handle refers to the Poet’s Instagram profile.
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