two sided dead end street and a bag of crack
i meet a real mobster halfway walking towards my death
he sprinkles some dust in my pipe
beware he laughs
lucky for me it was dirt truth
i lose an incisor searching for rocks among the gravel
i find a molar on the other end of time
there on the perpetual one sided two sided street…
where an angel and a devil give the same advice
About the Creator
Can You Begin Living a Fulfilling Life of Inner Peace and Self-Love?
Instead of finding a partner or being in pursuit of success, you can simply appreciate the present. Lay more emphasis on your own adherence to joy and contentment inside of you.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout 4 hours ago in Poets
Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis5 days ago in Humans
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