A poet alchemised a stone into a spear philosophy is poetic like the force that binds the stars. We read the world before we write the words, to hold the weight is to collapse; even gravity must let go of what it receives shattering the star to seed the earth. As above so below the pressure builds the hands release and the dust becomes the spear.
The Immortal Wize
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The Point Of Dust
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize
Sibling Hurtour siblings are our friends our relationship should be deeper than friendship our bond should be stronger than friends even if we all came from a different sack we all came from the same womb and it's something about coming from the same place that hurt when we suddenly become strangers when siblings hurt siblings it's a different kind of wound it's a different type of pain I felt it but it's hard to explain it's something I cannot name it's not like a broken heart it's not coincidental it feels intentional like a mission accomplished as if the one who came before me literally came for me and the one who came after me literally came after me if I had to disribe the feeling in one word the word would be crushed it destroyed something inside me to the point it can't be fixed with out the trust with out the us we once were it just ain't gon' work out with those I feel were born to take me out  |
Written Piecesyou were my best love and my best friend I've written a thousand pieces about what we had I want the world to know I was in love with someone who truly loved me I didn't know I'll never know that kind of unconditional vibe like you and I can't deny I didn't try to recreate the time the impossible climb too many parts to the story to pause to read have to go on with life can't stop to grieve repress the feeling avoid the need the closest I ever felt to you is when I fall asleep when I'm awake the distance is too much for me I'm lonely not because I'm alone it's because you're gone all the lonely years dried up all the falling tears holding a picture in my mind of you when you were here letting go is for me to decide not while unprocessed griefs is still inside if I had a chance to tell you bye if I had a reason why you had to die every now and then I put pen to paper to add to the pile of stuff I wrote just because |
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Bishop Takes Queenthe King sits blind upon his throne secret shadows roam the checkered floor the Queen demands open space she found a thrill beyond the royal place behind the ranks of pawns minding the gate the Rooks absorb the battle front she slips away slides along the angles to where the bishop sits in wait he rules the squares with faithful moves yet to the King his vows prove to be untrue he whispers tactics in her pierced ear a silent courtship while the court is near she makes her move across the board to take his side straight line logic can no longer hide the suspicious Knight is ready to ride they plot in the square cloaked in sacred shade a treasonous crusade the King stands still then takes one cautious step at a time unaware of how the outer borders align by the time it takes to check his mate the Queen and Bishop has sealed his fate the throne is now a empty chair tension fades into the past the pieces are gone the board is bare the scandal is published through out the square abo... |
Be Wellit's no longer common to care finding genuine selfless concern from others is uncommon no one has to pretend like they care anymore and for those in need of care it's like hearing voices "I don't care about you, I don't care about your life, I don't care about your problems, I don't care about your struggle, I don't care about what you been through or what you're going through" appreciate those who truly support you who value your happiness deep honest connections are scarce emotional loneliness and the the feeling of emotional emptiness is widely felt self care is vitally important the message is clear " take care of yourself" no one cares sounds harsh but truth is supposed to hurt enough to wake us up to care enough |
No Wonderwe can call it this we can call it that and still know what it is to label things is mundane especially when the label already sticks repetition is affirmative calling into question things we do not want to appear energy is constantly moving it has no final destination why does the same thing keep happening, why does the same thing keep happening, why does the same thing keep happening is it me or does the same thing keep happening what do we call it why do we call it what we call it why do we call it ? is it something we want to appear is it something we want to see why do we summons it why do we give it energy why do we continue to feed the beast its favorite snack to feast on if all we want is peace |
TIW 07-06-2026When life gives you spotted bananas make banana bread. Enjoy the over ripeness regardless of the blemishes. |
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BackdropYou don't need to know how to tell time but you need to know how to read the sign on the clock Some eyes look straight through the glass Others watch the change in the reflection it cast
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The Pit
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