Submissions by Kaleidoscope_Heart
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2022 11:05pm
17th Aug 2022 11:05pm
Survival
The purpose of life is to live.
Life cycle
Part of the ecosystem.
To be planted,
Grow
Bud
Flower
Thrive
Bear fruit
And if we are lucky: gradually, gracefully, die.
Though sudden death is possible and not necessarily any less natural than slowly dying.
Is happiness more than just survival?
Happiness can come from appreciating that survival is what we are meant to do.
Even those that thrive are actually still always surviving, they just forget that they are.
A rich man who is...
Life cycle
Part of the ecosystem.
To be planted,
Grow
Bud
Flower
Thrive
Bear fruit
And if we are lucky: gradually, gracefully, die.
Though sudden death is possible and not necessarily any less natural than slowly dying.
Is happiness more than just survival?
Happiness can come from appreciating that survival is what we are meant to do.
Even those that thrive are actually still always surviving, they just forget that they are.
A rich man who is...
#happiness
#death
#nature
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2019 5:31pm
16th Sep 2019 5:31pm
Getting Real
We are most fascinated what we are often afraid of being: Real.
Because Real is not always pretty.
It’s not always finished.
It’s not always ready.
It’s not always what is expected, accepted
predicted,
loved or
kind.
Real is crying in a pile of dirty laundry.
It’s up at 4am thinking about all the cruel things said and the things that could have been.
It’s throwing up from too-much and not-enough.
When we cover it up, it’s the stuff that rusts.
Real is what is happening right...
Because Real is not always pretty.
It’s not always finished.
It’s not always ready.
It’s not always what is expected, accepted
predicted,
loved or
kind.
Real is crying in a pile of dirty laundry.
It’s up at 4am thinking about all the cruel things said and the things that could have been.
It’s throwing up from too-much and not-enough.
When we cover it up, it’s the stuff that rusts.
Real is what is happening right...
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#evolution #healing
#evolution #healing
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2019 4:18am
16th Sep 2019 4:18am
Hello Human
Hello Human,
You are becoming everything you always at-origin once were, but forgot how to be again.
Dont fret; you will re-remember.
You are...
ancient, eternally-always new,
in-complete ( meaning inside-completion),
special, and uniquely like everything else.
Don't worry, just be happy.
You are a chaotic, confused bunch of precisely spiraled particles in Time-Space-Certainty.
This is not heavy symbolism. This is Natural-Law.
You are Divine-Imperfection, ...
You are becoming everything you always at-origin once were, but forgot how to be again.
Dont fret; you will re-remember.
You are...
ancient, eternally-always new,
in-complete ( meaning inside-completion),
special, and uniquely like everything else.
Don't worry, just be happy.
You are a chaotic, confused bunch of precisely spiraled particles in Time-Space-Certainty.
This is not heavy symbolism. This is Natural-Law.
You are Divine-Imperfection, ...
#universe
#humankind
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Sep 2019 4:17am
16th Sep 2019 4:17am
Justified Drunk
Self sedation is both soothing and dangerous.
If all of it is poison, then is it so wrong to just pick one?
We are all temporary.
We are all terminal.
Time is never a guarantee.
We are always so pretentious to assume we will only die from an illness that results from our bad choices....
But what about accidents? What about nature?
What about something as terrifying as an object falling from the sky?
A simple, accident. No evil, no misguided action. Death was simply a result of time and place. It was that...
If all of it is poison, then is it so wrong to just pick one?
We are all temporary.
We are all terminal.
Time is never a guarantee.
We are always so pretentious to assume we will only die from an illness that results from our bad choices....
But what about accidents? What about nature?
What about something as terrifying as an object falling from the sky?
A simple, accident. No evil, no misguided action. Death was simply a result of time and place. It was that...
#alcohol
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Sep 2019 5:42pm
15th Sep 2019 5:42pm
Shipwrecked
I back into the sea, where life is waiting to create God ( over and over again).
In this return, I remember what was forgotten ( what is meant to re-remember).
I forget this place in phases. I hunger for this place.
Hungry to return again.
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I want to enjoy the small things alone with you....
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During one of my last manic episodes, I went back (spontaneous and unannounced) to my childhood room, to uncover years and years of writing ( boxes of profound sentimental nonsense) just to learn more about a dream...
In this return, I remember what was forgotten ( what is meant to re-remember).
I forget this place in phases. I hunger for this place.
Hungry to return again.
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I want to enjoy the small things alone with you....
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During one of my last manic episodes, I went back (spontaneous and unannounced) to my childhood room, to uncover years and years of writing ( boxes of profound sentimental nonsense) just to learn more about a dream...
#dreams
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2019 5:41pm
15th Sep 2019 5:41pm
I’m sorry for This
I remember always anticipating the moment that your love would one day come pouring out of you.
The day you would fill up so high, that you would have to spill your heart all over me.
I remember the tension of careful confessions here and there.
A game we played. My favorite kind.
When you were emotionally available.
Back when I excitedly waited for the day, that you would finally tell me that you love me.
That day never came.
10 years as friends
6 years as lovers
5 years domestic partners
...
The day you would fill up so high, that you would have to spill your heart all over me.
I remember the tension of careful confessions here and there.
A game we played. My favorite kind.
When you were emotionally available.
Back when I excitedly waited for the day, that you would finally tell me that you love me.
That day never came.
10 years as friends
6 years as lovers
5 years domestic partners
...
#love
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2019 1:07am
15th Sep 2019 1:07am
Dirty Closet
It’s hard not to judge yourself once the fog finally lifts.
I’m clearer today.
I hate my yesterdays.
How did I let it all get so messy.
My internal and external closets over flowing with years of procrastinated nonsense.
I held on to it all because I was determined to make use of every.single.fucking.thing. Waiting for the perfect time to execute.
When you don’t let go, you hold back. Because there is no room to move forward.
It’s too exhausting to move from all the weight.
Anyone addicted to clean...
I’m clearer today.
I hate my yesterdays.
How did I let it all get so messy.
My internal and external closets over flowing with years of procrastinated nonsense.
I held on to it all because I was determined to make use of every.single.fucking.thing. Waiting for the perfect time to execute.
When you don’t let go, you hold back. Because there is no room to move forward.
It’s too exhausting to move from all the weight.
Anyone addicted to clean...
#confessional
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ANGER POEM
Published
15th Sep 2019 1:06am
15th Sep 2019 1:06am
Beast
Cure-culture kills no beast.
In fact, it feeds the one in me.
Don’t tell me to smile, if I don’t fucking want to.
And...
Sometimes my joy comes from a rage I’ve been too afraid to explain to you.
Too afraid to explain because I was taught to name and blame everything in me that made cordial cunts uncomfortable.
I’m done.
I want to set fire to every door closed on me.
I want to wear black in the summer rain without any umbrella or shoes: running to (or away) from home like I used to.
Why did I spend so...
In fact, it feeds the one in me.
Don’t tell me to smile, if I don’t fucking want to.
And...
Sometimes my joy comes from a rage I’ve been too afraid to explain to you.
Too afraid to explain because I was taught to name and blame everything in me that made cordial cunts uncomfortable.
I’m done.
I want to set fire to every door closed on me.
I want to wear black in the summer rain without any umbrella or shoes: running to (or away) from home like I used to.
Why did I spend so...
#anger
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2019 4:51pm
14th Sep 2019 4:51pm
Boomerang Soul
To a fellow Boomerang Soul,
Attempting to figure you out has been one my favorite on and off past times.
Around you, I’ve felt both my most real and unreal. Feeling these switches has brought me both exhilaration and existential crisis.
It’s like we are on a rollar coaster, and we go from that incredible feeling of rise and fall free-fall-flow, to that awful feeling of when its not supposed to come full stop but it does.
We never talked about this, we always just reacted accordingly.
Our glitches have taught me so much about...
Attempting to figure you out has been one my favorite on and off past times.
Around you, I’ve felt both my most real and unreal. Feeling these switches has brought me both exhilaration and existential crisis.
It’s like we are on a rollar coaster, and we go from that incredible feeling of rise and fall free-fall-flow, to that awful feeling of when its not supposed to come full stop but it does.
We never talked about this, we always just reacted accordingly.
Our glitches have taught me so much about...
#UnrequitedLove
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Sep 2019 4:47pm
14th Sep 2019 4:47pm
To the Wild Gentleman
#crush
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2019 5:47am
14th Sep 2019 5:47am
Slipknot’s Vermillion
You’re so pretty it makes me sad.
Because every time I see pictures of you, I daydream about everything I want to say.
Like,
“God your gorgeous”.
On your birthday I was trying to work up the courage to send you “Happy Birthday Beautiful”.
With men, being bold comes easy. But you, are a paralyzing woman.
I guess I’ve always been...
afraid to push things too far.
afraid to tread to places unfamiliar.
I’m afraid I’ll enjoy it too much...
Afraid you wont.
Though, I’ve lived like a coward in this...
Because every time I see pictures of you, I daydream about everything I want to say.
Like,
“God your gorgeous”.
On your birthday I was trying to work up the courage to send you “Happy Birthday Beautiful”.
With men, being bold comes easy. But you, are a paralyzing woman.
I guess I’ve always been...
afraid to push things too far.
afraid to tread to places unfamiliar.
I’m afraid I’ll enjoy it too much...
Afraid you wont.
Though, I’ve lived like a coward in this...
#women
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2019 5:41am
14th Sep 2019 5:41am
Frauds are never Free
I’m a fraud straddling the fence between wild and tame.
I’m not courageous enough to run free.
And I’m not content enough to enjoy the sanity of shelter in peace.
Who am I?
Who have I been?
What is joy?
(why does mine feel like sin?)
I miss the mess....
I miss the muddy heart I used to have,
running alone barefoot through forest during a summer thunderstorm, and convinced that the rain was speaking to me in scared geometry.
This was me.
I chased the patterns and counted down the...
I’m not courageous enough to run free.
And I’m not content enough to enjoy the sanity of shelter in peace.
Who am I?
Who have I been?
What is joy?
(why does mine feel like sin?)
I miss the mess....
I miss the muddy heart I used to have,
running alone barefoot through forest during a summer thunderstorm, and convinced that the rain was speaking to me in scared geometry.
This was me.
I chased the patterns and counted down the...
#SelfReflection
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