Submissions by AstrallyProjected
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Longing soul
Your soul I miss
Your hands I need
Your lips I want..
Now the only thing I have
Is this mantra, of depression
I fail to supress my affection
Even now
When I need to be over..
On the other side
Reincarnated and empty
Like I was before I met you
I need you
Your eyes I miss
Your hands I need
Your lips I want..
Is it really true
That I don't have you
Your hands I need
Your lips I want..
Now the only thing I have
Is this mantra, of depression
I fail to supress my affection
Even now
When I need to be over..
On the other side
Reincarnated and empty
Like I was before I met you
I need you
Your eyes I miss
Your hands I need
Your lips I want..
Is it really true
That I don't have you
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You over there!
Believe in yourself
Because in this world
Nothing is certain
But you
Only you can do it
You know the right way
No one knows the truth
But you
As you read this
You're on your way
Down the right path
Believe in yourself
Only you can do it
Because in this world
Nothing is certain
But you
Only you can do it
You know the right way
No one knows the truth
But you
As you read this
You're on your way
Down the right path
Believe in yourself
Only you can do it
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Two kinds
There are different people
Happy, fat, smart, bold
But in my eyes
There is only two kinds
People who possess unique consciousness
And those who died
The day they were born
Happy, fat, smart, bold
But in my eyes
There is only two kinds
People who possess unique consciousness
And those who died
The day they were born
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True You
Close your eyes, pretend
That the world is upside down
Like this sheet of paper
Write what you want
With your mind inverted
Thoughts distorted
And perception bended, true you
Is urging to come out
That the world is upside down
Like this sheet of paper
Write what you want
With your mind inverted
Thoughts distorted
And perception bended, true you
Is urging to come out
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A blank sheet of paper
I have a question for you friend
So tell me please
Do we shape life or life shapes us?
Do we make a choice?
Or choice is made for us already?
Could it be that existence is a puzzle
Made up of bits and pieces
Of other people's influence
I wonder what
In fact
What makes me me?
What makes me think a certain way?
What makes me like the things I like?
And hate the things I see?
Is it people that I've met
That shaped my consciousness?
Who become a part
Who play a role, in
History of our lifes
One face or...
So tell me please
Do we shape life or life shapes us?
Do we make a choice?
Or choice is made for us already?
Could it be that existence is a puzzle
Made up of bits and pieces
Of other people's influence
I wonder what
In fact
What makes me me?
What makes me think a certain way?
What makes me like the things I like?
And hate the things I see?
Is it people that I've met
That shaped my consciousness?
Who become a part
Who play a role, in
History of our lifes
One face or...
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People in White
"People in white"
Why should I bow down to people in white?
It isn't the old times anymore
Why limit yourself to this existence
What is this cult?
Its so outdated
It makes one feel trapped and suppressed
Supposedly threatened and quiet
To obvious things that going on in this world
There is no connection
Not there ever was
A fool sees an acorn drop
“It feel from the sky”, he says
Believes him no one
But other fools
A food for thought...
Why should I bow down to people in white?
It isn't the old times anymore
Why limit yourself to this existence
What is this cult?
Its so outdated
It makes one feel trapped and suppressed
Supposedly threatened and quiet
To obvious things that going on in this world
There is no connection
Not there ever was
A fool sees an acorn drop
“It feel from the sky”, he says
Believes him no one
But other fools
A food for thought...
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The Corridor
"The Corridor"
Stairs, black like granite
Over run, dirty,unwashed
Like highway roads
Forever stained with rubber
Lead to the future
Unsure and unanswered
You yell “Is anybody there?”
Eternity echoes back at you
So long, it has no sense of time
No smell, and nothing to hide
Its pitch black, you can't see a thing
You search your pockets
You find box of matches
You light a match and keep going
You light one after another
...
Stairs, black like granite
Over run, dirty,unwashed
Like highway roads
Forever stained with rubber
Lead to the future
Unsure and unanswered
You yell “Is anybody there?”
Eternity echoes back at you
So long, it has no sense of time
No smell, and nothing to hide
Its pitch black, you can't see a thing
You search your pockets
You find box of matches
You light a match and keep going
You light one after another
...
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