Submissions by anvinvil (Anvillan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Observer of life, the mind and dreams... what’s real?
SELF POEM
Published
19th Feb 2020 1:13pm
19th Feb 2020 1:13pm
Mindlight
When darkness comes the Mindlight turns on. Daylight reveals only the impression of life. Are things always as they appear? In this world today things are seldom as they appear but in Mindlight reality becomes stark. It floods me! Suddenly I am drowning in reality, I begin to gasp...Please, someone stem this tide, hurry, someone turn off this light..
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Feb 2020 1:27am
19th Feb 2020 1:27am
Knowing
Acquainted with many, known by none... a trove of secrets, carried like cement through the construction of life. So small, so compact yet so heavy. Space so limited yet so dominate. I try to lay them down, I can’t! They’re attached and competing with the routine, yet apart, a burden that isn’t shared, can’t be shared. Telling is sharing but those that listen will not hear. Can I be known if I have secrets? Will I exist if I am not known? Am I real or just an acquaintance taking up space? I beg to be known, on blended knee, arms outstretched, my cup held high, but life just passes by...
#SelfReflection
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Feb 2020 1:40pm
18th Feb 2020 1:40pm
From a Cemetery Bench...
Pause dear friend and sit awhile, enjoy this evening breeze and await that magic moment of the sunset through the trees.
Oh I’ve seen that sight a thousand times and wondered at the way that God would save such beauty for the ending of the day?
Aren’t endings filled with sorrow and regret I used to say but I slowly smiled as I realized the error of my way.
For there are no endings for those who love with all their heart and soul, when life beats and batters and lays us low that loving makes us whole!
So take my love, add your own and float it on this breeze, then you too...
Oh I’ve seen that sight a thousand times and wondered at the way that God would save such beauty for the ending of the day?
Aren’t endings filled with sorrow and regret I used to say but I slowly smiled as I realized the error of my way.
For there are no endings for those who love with all their heart and soul, when life beats and batters and lays us low that loving makes us whole!
So take my love, add your own and float it on this breeze, then you too...
#bittersweet
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Feb 2020 4:53am
17th Feb 2020 4:53am
Life
Life is a snapshot,
No, life is a movie,
No, life is a chain of snapshots,
No, life is a series of movies each with a different theme,
No, life is a series of snapshots without connection.
If no connection is true then the time between snapshots is just wishing,
designing our own idea of existence between those vivid experiences.
But what happens when reality attacks those wishes and asks “why”
The snapshot fades, the film freezes, distorts, shrinks, burns and goes dark.
And, I still ask, “what is life”?
No, life is a movie,
No, life is a chain of snapshots,
No, life is a series of movies each with a different theme,
No, life is a series of snapshots without connection.
If no connection is true then the time between snapshots is just wishing,
designing our own idea of existence between those vivid experiences.
But what happens when reality attacks those wishes and asks “why”
The snapshot fades, the film freezes, distorts, shrinks, burns and goes dark.
And, I still ask, “what is life”?
#LifeStruggles
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Feb 2020 3:38am
17th Feb 2020 3:38am
Agreement or Acceptance
Agreement or acceptance, the battlefield of the heart, a conflict for the genuine. The issue, judgements, the tug and pull of opinions that cause the battle to rage. I’m a soldier in this battle but without a cause. I’m in the middle with no support from either side. I’m suddenly swept away by a cause, not knowing where I’m going or why. I stop, I look around, this place is strange but wait, is this my place? Oh no, it’s still the battlefield. I’m still in the middle where the battle between agreement and acceptance rages. No escape for me...
#emotional
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Feb 2020 8:12pm
16th Feb 2020 8:12pm
Commitments
Who deals the game, who draws the cards, you search your heart, you make your bet, the pot is yours
that’s commitment. You think, you act, you analyze and decide if commitment is a matter of convenience or a matter of conscience. If life goes on in a series of commitments then true freedom exists only in your mind. There you can wander, you can wish, you can explore and you can fantasize without fear of judgement. In this world fear of judgements is the enemy of commitment. We crave acceptance so we make commitments. Are those commitments ours or are they decided by the dealer of the...
that’s commitment. You think, you act, you analyze and decide if commitment is a matter of convenience or a matter of conscience. If life goes on in a series of commitments then true freedom exists only in your mind. There you can wander, you can wish, you can explore and you can fantasize without fear of judgement. In this world fear of judgements is the enemy of commitment. We crave acceptance so we make commitments. Are those commitments ours or are they decided by the dealer of the...
#responsibility
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Feb 2020 7:28pm
16th Feb 2020 7:28pm
Loneliness
In the crowd I cry out my fears, I scream, I shout but no one hears.
I then reach out and try to feel but it’s only air and nothings real.
I hope and pray to the God of love but no sign comes down from high above.
So, here I sit in the crowd alone not really myself but just a clone.
I then reach out and try to feel but it’s only air and nothings real.
I hope and pray to the God of love but no sign comes down from high above.
So, here I sit in the crowd alone not really myself but just a clone.
#FeelingLost
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Feb 2020 8:10am
16th Feb 2020 8:10am
Depression
The abyss of depression is like a giant squid with enormous tentacles pulling you inward to that clicking beak.
A dark place where you are drawn in many directions but without direction.
A spinning place, a maelstrom where you are borne down into a black hole, a place of confinement, yet bound only by your own mind.
A place of no escape, no lifeline, no hope, no path back to the top, just eternal spinning without rest.
A dark place where you are drawn in many directions but without direction.
A spinning place, a maelstrom where you are borne down into a black hole, a place of confinement, yet bound only by your own mind.
A place of no escape, no lifeline, no hope, no path back to the top, just eternal spinning without rest.
#depression
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Feb 2020 7:50am
16th Feb 2020 7:50am
Love equals Infinity
When glaciers melt and oceans rise
and people live only on mountain
tops even then will I love you.
When we’ve poisoned all the air
and the planet is gasping and chocking,
with my last breath I will shout I love you.
When all we know has passed away
and we’re traveling through nothing,
going nowhere, at the very edge of that black hole
my soul will scream, I love you.
The scream is joined, the silence broken,
the dark closes in, the roar splits the darkness,
a sliver of light, love escapes, the person wakes up terrified,...
and people live only on mountain
tops even then will I love you.
When we’ve poisoned all the air
and the planet is gasping and chocking,
with my last breath I will shout I love you.
When all we know has passed away
and we’re traveling through nothing,
going nowhere, at the very edge of that black hole
my soul will scream, I love you.
The scream is joined, the silence broken,
the dark closes in, the roar splits the darkness,
a sliver of light, love escapes, the person wakes up terrified,...
#love
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