Submissions by buddhakitty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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the apocalypse is imagined
to occur in some great,
sudden flash of hell fire
but what if it was simply
a decades long deterioration
of our principals and virtues
like one , lone flower
weeping silently on some
rocky mountain side
struggling to find the
sun
to occur in some great,
sudden flash of hell fire
but what if it was simply
a decades long deterioration
of our principals and virtues
like one , lone flower
weeping silently on some
rocky mountain side
struggling to find the
sun
#ignorance
#suffering
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so few
knowledge does not
begin with
books
as wisdom does not
end with the
heart
begin with
books
as wisdom does not
end with the
heart
#PersonalGrowth
#redemption
#strength
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what now?
no longer young
but no yet old enough
to be buried
...somewhere
in-between
so when those long,
slow days come for
me where there is no
magic left
and a bed will be my
last home
where all the walls
are silent with the
memories of grief
come to me
sit by my bed side
and read softly to
me from
Fante's
Ask The
Dust
as I close my
eyes in
wonder
but no yet old enough
to be buried
...somewhere
in-between
so when those long,
slow days come for
me where there is no
magic left
and a bed will be my
last home
where all the walls
are silent with the
memories of grief
come to me
sit by my bed side
and read softly to
me from
Fante's
Ask The
Dust
as I close my
eyes in
wonder
#aging
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superposition
if Schrodinger was blind
he would not be able to
observe the cat being
either alive or dead
poor cat
what a state of super-
position to be left in
molecules scattered
everywhere
with no mouse to
chase
he would not be able to
observe the cat being
either alive or dead
poor cat
what a state of super-
position to be left in
molecules scattered
everywhere
with no mouse to
chase
#universe
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walking through it all
dead fish dream of
water
water swims in the
throat of thirst
thirst and desert walk
hand and hand in the
boiling sun
the sun waits in the
trees of the sky like
a hungry buzzard
the buzzard looking
for something to
die
walking through it
all
bones of the old
bones of the new
bones the colour
of moonlight
the bones of me
the bones of you
walking through it
all
water
water swims in the
throat of thirst
thirst and desert walk
hand and hand in the
boiling sun
the sun waits in the
trees of the sky like
a hungry buzzard
the buzzard looking
for something to
die
walking through it
all
bones of the old
bones of the new
bones the colour
of moonlight
the bones of me
the bones of you
walking through it
all
#LifeStruggles
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a real needle in the old eye
just when a situation
cannot become more
dour
inevitably someone
will say,
"don't worry things
will get better."
oh really!
just ask the people
on the Hindenburg,
or the Lusitania...
cannot become more
dour
inevitably someone
will say,
"don't worry things
will get better."
oh really!
just ask the people
on the Hindenburg,
or the Lusitania...
#ignorance
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that which goes around
judging someone is
like hurling a boomerang
into the vast unyielding
universe
and we all know what
boomerangs do
right?
like hurling a boomerang
into the vast unyielding
universe
and we all know what
boomerangs do
right?
#humankind
#hypocrisy
#vanity
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sad summer
I haven't
seen enough
butterflies
and like life
and love
the warmth of
the season and
a chrysalis will
not wait forever
seen enough
butterflies
and like life
and love
the warmth of
the season and
a chrysalis will
not wait forever
#grief
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were do you fall
there is virtually no line
between courage and
madness
both understand that
solutions are never
what they seem
and laugh at the absurdity
of the impossible
between courage and
madness
both understand that
solutions are never
what they seem
and laugh at the absurdity
of the impossible
#confessional
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rewrite
you are allowed to rewrite
your story
no matter how sad, desperate
or wounded that story is now
there is nothing stopping you
expect your own imagination,
lack of free will and self
determination
the pages are blank once
more
history is
history
stay the victim if you
wish
but life really doesn't
keep accounts of
such
live with ghost in your
head if you
must
but remember
the sun has survived
millions of
years
...
your story
no matter how sad, desperate
or wounded that story is now
there is nothing stopping you
expect your own imagination,
lack of free will and self
determination
the pages are blank once
more
history is
history
stay the victim if you
wish
but life really doesn't
keep accounts of
such
live with ghost in your
head if you
must
but remember
the sun has survived
millions of
years
...
#acceptance
#determination
#FeelingTrapped
#redemption
#risk
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unborn
I can no longer see past
the mountains of grayness
I can no longer talk with the
sun about the names of
roses in the garden
I can no longer feel the
song of the wind upon
my flesh...
eyes turning to rust in
the moonless noir
child, I wish you were
still here waiting for
us to be born
born from the fruit
of slumber
where we will find
ourselves alone
together
the mountains of grayness
I can no longer talk with the
sun about the names of
roses in the garden
I can no longer feel the
song of the wind upon
my flesh...
eyes turning to rust in
the moonless noir
child, I wish you were
still here waiting for
us to be born
born from the fruit
of slumber
where we will find
ourselves alone
together
#death
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misstep
love
like walking
barefoot up
a mountain
of broken
glass
to measure
how much
pain one can
endure
like walking
barefoot up
a mountain
of broken
glass
to measure
how much
pain one can
endure
#honesty
#relationships
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