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LibraSoul96
Forum Posts: 541
Fire of Insight
1
Joined 1st July 2015Forum Posts: 541
The Fear Of Death
Muerte
Losing my life at an early age.
The fear of locusts feasting on my ebony covered flesh for all my days.
Laying lifeless in a casket surrounded by fake store bought flowers.
My soul forever being restless and lost without my family.
The putrid stinch of decay turning stomachs and killing grass.
The fear of demons on my ass.
Living out to be a brainless zombie with no mind.
Heart empty as a shell with no lover to call mines.
No present, no past, no future all erased from existence.
I will be nothing more than a distant memory lost in everyone's conscience.
Mourned and celebrated for one day then only be considered just a sad thought the next.
Never again to see the sun shine it's beautiful rays over me.
Never again to inhale the crisp air that my mortal body used to breath.
Lost without a sense of care in the world.
Not being able to bring joy to the lives I've touched.
Soon becoming someone who is not missed as much.
My corpse lying there withering away turning into dust.
Losing my life at an early age.
The fear of locusts feasting on my ebony covered flesh for all my days.
Laying lifeless in a casket surrounded by fake store bought flowers.
My soul forever being restless and lost without my family.
The putrid stinch of decay turning stomachs and killing grass.
The fear of demons on my ass.
Living out to be a brainless zombie with no mind.
Heart empty as a shell with no lover to call mines.
No present, no past, no future all erased from existence.
I will be nothing more than a distant memory lost in everyone's conscience.
Mourned and celebrated for one day then only be considered just a sad thought the next.
Never again to see the sun shine it's beautiful rays over me.
Never again to inhale the crisp air that my mortal body used to breath.
Lost without a sense of care in the world.
Not being able to bring joy to the lives I've touched.
Soon becoming someone who is not missed as much.
My corpse lying there withering away turning into dust.
Written by LibraSoul96
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wallyroo92
Forum Posts: 1869
Tyrant of Words
154
Joined 11th July 2012Forum Posts: 1869
Ayahuasca
To look beneath this layer,
Is to discover myself deep within,
For in this kind of prayer,
Truth is no more a mortal sin.
I went missing for thirteen years,
Thirteen hours and thirteen days,
My mind had no concept of time,
The potion had set my soul ablaze.
As I slid down deeper into the recess,
My mind’s eye finally recognized,
The fluorescent colors vomited,
Were my demons being exorcised.
So in the pit of sight and sound,
I found the center of my universe,
As my subconscious came to light,
I found myself completely immersed.
And I delved further into that swirl,
Into the core of my absolute being,
Searching for true enlightenment,
With a sense that was really freeing.
Voices rose up from the bottom,
Memories going up to the surface,
Phantoms forgotten now evoked,
Reminding me of my purpose.
Is to discover myself deep within,
For in this kind of prayer,
Truth is no more a mortal sin.
I went missing for thirteen years,
Thirteen hours and thirteen days,
My mind had no concept of time,
The potion had set my soul ablaze.
As I slid down deeper into the recess,
My mind’s eye finally recognized,
The fluorescent colors vomited,
Were my demons being exorcised.
So in the pit of sight and sound,
I found the center of my universe,
As my subconscious came to light,
I found myself completely immersed.
And I delved further into that swirl,
Into the core of my absolute being,
Searching for true enlightenment,
With a sense that was really freeing.
Voices rose up from the bottom,
Memories going up to the surface,
Phantoms forgotten now evoked,
Reminding me of my purpose.
Written by wallyroo92
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vagabondvibes
Joined 12th Oct 2018
Forum Posts: 11
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 11
I Can't Be Real
I cannot be real.
Unspent years passing by
Living inside of my own mind
I've spent more time in a trance
Then I have in the dance
With life, I can't seem to remember
All 26 September's
That have passed right on by
While I was flying alone in my mind
My memories are all gone
And the ones I remember are wrong
My existence has gone,
probably lost somewhere in a yawn
I don't think I'm real
Because there's a lot i no longer feel
I don't think I can exist
when it feels like My soul is adrift
I cannot be alive, because I know
I've spent more years in mind
Then I've spent living my life.
Unspent years passing by
Living inside of my own mind
I've spent more time in a trance
Then I have in the dance
With life, I can't seem to remember
All 26 September's
That have passed right on by
While I was flying alone in my mind
My memories are all gone
And the ones I remember are wrong
My existence has gone,
probably lost somewhere in a yawn
I don't think I'm real
Because there's a lot i no longer feel
I don't think I can exist
when it feels like My soul is adrift
I cannot be alive, because I know
I've spent more years in mind
Then I've spent living my life.
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vagabondvibes
Joined 12th Oct 2018
Forum Posts: 11
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 11
When Time Makes You Forget
Her warm kind eyes have turned cold and empty
shes devoid of sanity when there used to be plenty
Her mind a shell of its former glory
She cant even remember her own story
Her voice calls me a name that I do not own
She's in a constant state of unknown
Her brain lives stuck in the past
She's losing herself fast
Her mind nothing but a jumble
She speaks in muddy mumbles
Her eyes don't recognize my face
She's not at home at her own place
Her lucid moments are the best
She doesn't know how many are left.
She doesn't see the tears I have wept
or the memories for her I've kept
She doesn't see the pain inside
or the suffering I try to hide
I cry that you can't remember
The celebrations we'd have in the winter
You think I'm my mother
or maybe another
But I'm gone from your soul
and it brings a despair that I have to control
So that you don't have to see
the pain you cause me
Time has got his grip on her mind
and to his plan I am not blind
He'll steal away all her thoughts
and it will come with a cost
Eventually all her time will be lost.
I'll never forget
all the time we spent
Even after you took your last breath
from my mind, you are never absent
I love you
shes devoid of sanity when there used to be plenty
Her mind a shell of its former glory
She cant even remember her own story
Her voice calls me a name that I do not own
She's in a constant state of unknown
Her brain lives stuck in the past
She's losing herself fast
Her mind nothing but a jumble
She speaks in muddy mumbles
Her eyes don't recognize my face
She's not at home at her own place
Her lucid moments are the best
She doesn't know how many are left.
She doesn't see the tears I have wept
or the memories for her I've kept
She doesn't see the pain inside
or the suffering I try to hide
I cry that you can't remember
The celebrations we'd have in the winter
You think I'm my mother
or maybe another
But I'm gone from your soul
and it brings a despair that I have to control
So that you don't have to see
the pain you cause me
Time has got his grip on her mind
and to his plan I am not blind
He'll steal away all her thoughts
and it will come with a cost
Eventually all her time will be lost.
I'll never forget
all the time we spent
Even after you took your last breath
from my mind, you are never absent
I love you
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MidnightSonneteer
Forum Posts: 478
Dangerous Mind
6
Joined 13th May 2022Forum Posts: 478
Clay Tablets
Long after we are all forgot
And mankind soon returned to dust
There will, on stones, be thought still taught
In last words we had once discussed
Before we etched them onto rock
For one last hail Mary mark
To show the future men could talk
Long after skies had gotten dark
And sometimes to the break of day
Whenever much was on our mind
And we just had to have our say
No matter how our mood inclined...
In those moments, which were all we had,
To scratch eternity's message pad.
And mankind soon returned to dust
There will, on stones, be thought still taught
In last words we had once discussed
Before we etched them onto rock
For one last hail Mary mark
To show the future men could talk
Long after skies had gotten dark
And sometimes to the break of day
Whenever much was on our mind
And we just had to have our say
No matter how our mood inclined...
In those moments, which were all we had,
To scratch eternity's message pad.
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magichearts
Joined 3rd Apr 2016
Forum Posts: 28
Twisted Dreamer
Forum Posts: 28
BUDDHA TREE
of course those are beautiful sights,
merely seeing whom bring soul to an enormous delight,,
here there everywhere are mystic mights,
but once a while god puts onto you his light,,
Do you see that tree standing like a buddha?,
"chitbhanjan-saral-shantimay-sudha",,
neither a god nor a devil clutter it inside,
It see everything on a passing flight,,
the words cease the mind stops,
you can conclude god's beautiful plot,,
the opportunity demands & the deity states,
"u sit as well on this charming date,,
with half-closed eyes when silence rise,
do the same as this tree the wise",,
slowly-slowly it will happen one day,
i dont know what to say i dont know what day,,
but it is said that you come to realize,
"the very center that flows in you, of life"....
merely seeing whom bring soul to an enormous delight,,
here there everywhere are mystic mights,
but once a while god puts onto you his light,,
Do you see that tree standing like a buddha?,
"chitbhanjan-saral-shantimay-sudha",,
neither a god nor a devil clutter it inside,
It see everything on a passing flight,,
the words cease the mind stops,
you can conclude god's beautiful plot,,
the opportunity demands & the deity states,
"u sit as well on this charming date,,
with half-closed eyes when silence rise,
do the same as this tree the wise",,
slowly-slowly it will happen one day,
i dont know what to say i dont know what day,,
but it is said that you come to realize,
"the very center that flows in you, of life"....
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magichearts
Joined 3rd Apr 2016
Forum Posts: 28
Twisted Dreamer
Forum Posts: 28
I am not going to hurt anybody
I just taking time to learn some hard lessons of life. I am grateful that life exists and I am greatful for the existing differences as well. It is beautiful sometimes to live with illusion, delusion, lie and feel pride, joyous, enchanted and it is beautiful sometimes to live with truth and tears. Life has it's own ways. Sometimes it mix unexpected flavours and surprise us with a different taste. And I find myself in both these situations often. I love life not because I am a masochist, sadistic Or voluptuous but because of the hard earned truth that comes at the cost of tears
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mcjay
Forum Posts: 514
Fire of Insight
6
Joined 11th Mar 2015 Forum Posts: 514
Finding Beauty in Chaos
The city streets are alive
With the sounds of people and cars
A symphony of movement and noise
A constant ebb and flow
The buildings tower overhead
A testament to human ambition
Reaching towards the sky
A marvel of engineering
But amidst this concrete jungle
Nature still finds a way
A tree growing from a crack in the sidewalk
A flower blooming in a neglected corner
And as I walk these busy streets
I am reminded of the beauty
That can be found in the chaos
The magic that can be unearthed
For life is a delicate balance
Of order and disorder
Of light and darkness
Of joy and pain
And it is in the midst of this dance
That we find our place
Our purpose
Our home
With the sounds of people and cars
A symphony of movement and noise
A constant ebb and flow
The buildings tower overhead
A testament to human ambition
Reaching towards the sky
A marvel of engineering
But amidst this concrete jungle
Nature still finds a way
A tree growing from a crack in the sidewalk
A flower blooming in a neglected corner
And as I walk these busy streets
I am reminded of the beauty
That can be found in the chaos
The magic that can be unearthed
For life is a delicate balance
Of order and disorder
Of light and darkness
Of joy and pain
And it is in the midst of this dance
That we find our place
Our purpose
Our home
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magichearts
Joined 3rd Apr 2016
Forum Posts: 28
Twisted Dreamer
Forum Posts: 28
Happy Marriage Anniversary
The days will come and pass by,
Soon we will meet the end of life
For the short halt till we are here,
I look up to you as my soul's mirror
I hadn't seen anything, the love and divine,
Till you came and the mysteries unwind
You fueled my emotions you made me fight,
The monsters within and the monotonous life
With all these years of ups and downs,
You remained calm and the courageous you sound
I feel satiated with my mind nourished and soul,
Just smile at me once more when the death knocks at our door...
Soon we will meet the end of life
For the short halt till we are here,
I look up to you as my soul's mirror
I hadn't seen anything, the love and divine,
Till you came and the mysteries unwind
You fueled my emotions you made me fight,
The monsters within and the monotonous life
With all these years of ups and downs,
You remained calm and the courageous you sound
I feel satiated with my mind nourished and soul,
Just smile at me once more when the death knocks at our door...
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a_piscean_dream
Tierra
Joined 21st Aug 2021
Forum Posts: 12
Tierra
Twisted Dreamer
Forum Posts: 12
Impostor
You deserve to be here
There's nothing to prove
Just be yourself
You've got nothing to lose
The other day, I cracked my chest open and shared my heart with a new friend
Comparison was her name
A rumored thief of joy, or somethin'
Like a fool, I thought she'd make an exception out of me
Maybe, she'd spare the knife in my back, and the joy thievery
Too bad it took a couple of breakdowns
before I'd realize my happiness went unfound,
And she'd left my spirits for dead
My nerves became numb bunches like knotted string
And with no one to sing my praises,
I couldn't feel a thing
"Be positive, be positive, be positive!"
My mantra for when things went downhill
Nothing was working, that shit was overrated, overkill
...
It was time to be real honest
To skip the usual, fill-in-the-blank responses
No more, "I'm tired," and, "I'm so out of it"
It was time to claim this dysfunctional, dysregulated mess
Like a winning prize with my name on it
No more doing things solely for the pleasure of others, but for the healing of my heart
We all remember when I shared it with a ruthless friend, at the start, right?
I released the weight I learned to carry for others, and watched it fall to the ground
My feet immediately lost contact with Earth, and I set off towards the clouds
And in this lightness that my soul never knew,
I whispered to myself:
You deserve to be here
There's nothing to prove
Just be yourself
You've got nothing to lose
There's nothing to prove
Just be yourself
You've got nothing to lose
The other day, I cracked my chest open and shared my heart with a new friend
Comparison was her name
A rumored thief of joy, or somethin'
Like a fool, I thought she'd make an exception out of me
Maybe, she'd spare the knife in my back, and the joy thievery
Too bad it took a couple of breakdowns
before I'd realize my happiness went unfound,
And she'd left my spirits for dead
My nerves became numb bunches like knotted string
And with no one to sing my praises,
I couldn't feel a thing
"Be positive, be positive, be positive!"
My mantra for when things went downhill
Nothing was working, that shit was overrated, overkill
...
It was time to be real honest
To skip the usual, fill-in-the-blank responses
No more, "I'm tired," and, "I'm so out of it"
It was time to claim this dysfunctional, dysregulated mess
Like a winning prize with my name on it
No more doing things solely for the pleasure of others, but for the healing of my heart
We all remember when I shared it with a ruthless friend, at the start, right?
I released the weight I learned to carry for others, and watched it fall to the ground
My feet immediately lost contact with Earth, and I set off towards the clouds
And in this lightness that my soul never knew,
I whispered to myself:
You deserve to be here
There's nothing to prove
Just be yourself
You've got nothing to lose
Written by a_piscean_dream
(Tierra)
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Jordan
D.O.C.
Forum Posts: 245
D.O.C.
Thought Provoker
13
Joined 4th May 2022Forum Posts: 245
Everavalon
Forum Posts: 89
Fire of Insight
6
Joined 19th Dec 2022 Forum Posts: 89
Complexity
The provisioner
of
complexity
The windowing of miles
of
uncultured awe
Stationing awareness
to settle
within the wistful choir
of
feckless wishes
Complexity is
the ridges
of
dire and persuasion
Scarring my jawline
Tempering
my
impression
Complexity is
the forest for the trees
Placeless
for
the
dream
Complexity is a gritty
honed
temptress
flaunting
in
death
Complexity
is
the litany of intertwinings
of
misery and desire
over
flesh tones
and
fire
Complexity;
the cruel
emphatic
bemusing
of
a sophisticated vessel
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Betty
Forum Posts: 511
Tyrant of Words
27
Joined 8th May 2012Forum Posts: 511
Finish line
I run when it’s too hot,
and I don’t take water,
to see how fucking
far I can get before
my brain blacks out
and my heart explodes.
Just to prove to myself
I still have one.
I’m not sure anymore.
There’s something
really broken in me,
and I crave the
physical pain
of pushing too far.
Some days,
the steadfast lull
of one-foot-in-front
of the other
is the only time
I’m sure
I’m here.
I run to test fate,
to cheat God,
and clear my head
for a few hours.
I run to stop
the screaming.
The sink-to-my-knees
face-to-the-wall,
hands-covering-ears
screaming
whyfucknohowstopitcantbelikethisIcantdoitanymore
that
echoes behind my
untroubled fakeface
every minute
every minute
of every day.
I run.
I run far distances,
too far for mortals,
until my skin sloughs,
and my toenails fall off.
I run until the chafing
of the seam of my
sweat-soaked sports bra
after 10,
after 20,
after 30
fucking
miles
mutes
the internal
keening.
Because I can ice down
my shaking muscles,
and throw some KT tape
on my aching joints;
I can rub a little icy hot in
my tendons
and it’ll stop hurting eventually.
It always does.
it always does.
I run because
they don’t make
KT tape for the mind.
They don’t make
ice packs for my
swollen
soul.
and I don’t take water,
to see how fucking
far I can get before
my brain blacks out
and my heart explodes.
Just to prove to myself
I still have one.
I’m not sure anymore.
There’s something
really broken in me,
and I crave the
physical pain
of pushing too far.
Some days,
the steadfast lull
of one-foot-in-front
of the other
is the only time
I’m sure
I’m here.
I run to test fate,
to cheat God,
and clear my head
for a few hours.
I run to stop
the screaming.
The sink-to-my-knees
face-to-the-wall,
hands-covering-ears
screaming
whyfucknohowstopitcantbelikethisIcantdoitanymore
that
echoes behind my
untroubled fakeface
every minute
every minute
of every day.
I run.
I run far distances,
too far for mortals,
until my skin sloughs,
and my toenails fall off.
I run until the chafing
of the seam of my
sweat-soaked sports bra
after 10,
after 20,
after 30
fucking
miles
mutes
the internal
keening.
Because I can ice down
my shaking muscles,
and throw some KT tape
on my aching joints;
I can rub a little icy hot in
my tendons
and it’ll stop hurting eventually.
It always does.
it always does.
I run because
they don’t make
KT tape for the mind.
They don’t make
ice packs for my
swollen
soul.
Written by Betty
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