Submissions by personanongrata (Astral Gift)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
lyricist, poet, writer
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2024 5:29pm
21st Jun 2024 5:29pm
THIS IS NOT A POEM
This is not another poem for butterflies in the stomach
Nor a tribute to the self-concept or the world around it
Not even a random inspiration of my pen, or trauma dumbing
This is just my fingers dancing with a turmoil
May be the lack of sleep or vitamins, or fight flight mode
May be the cold I feel inside my frozen heart
"You are not alone" they say, but nobody is around
"This is temporary" they say but the more we focus on how much it lasts, the longer it gets
"Be...
Nor a tribute to the self-concept or the world around it
Not even a random inspiration of my pen, or trauma dumbing
This is just my fingers dancing with a turmoil
May be the lack of sleep or vitamins, or fight flight mode
May be the cold I feel inside my frozen heart
"You are not alone" they say, but nobody is around
"This is temporary" they say but the more we focus on how much it lasts, the longer it gets
"Be...
#identity
#SelfReflection
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Feb 2024 3:32pm
24th Feb 2024 3:32pm
WAKE UP AND SMELL THE ROSES
Who knows how this will end up
Maybe we’ll wake up in a field of roses
Unable to smell them
Yearning for the esthesis era
and the sensory delight of death acknowledgment
This urge for justice
This search of missing wholeness
The nostalgia of homely warmth
Is as unexplainable
As the self
And the reality it creates
echoes the false imprint of perpetual heroism
As soon as it crumbles
We can BE.
Maybe we’ll wake up in a field of roses
Unable to smell them
Yearning for the esthesis era
and the sensory delight of death acknowledgment
This urge for justice
This search of missing wholeness
The nostalgia of homely warmth
Is as unexplainable
As the self
And the reality it creates
echoes the false imprint of perpetual heroism
As soon as it crumbles
We can BE.
#identity
#LifeCycle
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Jan 2024 4:38am
29th Jan 2024 4:38am
A dialogue with my inner abuser
-Why do you hate me so much?
-I was designed to do so.
-Can't you see you're hurting both of us?
-I'll take you down with me.
-Please, leave me alone.
-No, you have to accept who you are.
-Who am I?
-A fucking useless thing, a bad person, incapable of anyhing good.
-Then who are you?
-Your reminder of your unworthiness.
-Why do I need you?
-Cause I'm all you have.
-Is this true?
-Look around.
-I was designed to do so.
-Can't you see you're hurting both of us?
-I'll take you down with me.
-Please, leave me alone.
-No, you have to accept who you are.
-Who am I?
-A fucking useless thing, a bad person, incapable of anyhing good.
-Then who are you?
-Your reminder of your unworthiness.
-Why do I need you?
-Cause I'm all you have.
-Is this true?
-Look around.
#SelfWorth
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Jan 2024 4:28am
29th Jan 2024 4:28am
Hades
Stepping away from my power
Giving myself to my weakness
A mind that has never been louder
Pleading for death out of sickness
Creatures of Hades await for me
to suck and imprison my soul
Come, I don't care, I'm so tired
I'll never, ever be whole
Shadows that seek integration
Selves that are running the show
I hate this human creation
My own energy stands as my foe
Denial to be part of this war.
But yet, I'm asking for more.
Giving myself to my weakness
A mind that has never been louder
Pleading for death out of sickness
Creatures of Hades await for me
to suck and imprison my soul
Come, I don't care, I'm so tired
I'll never, ever be whole
Shadows that seek integration
Selves that are running the show
I hate this human creation
My own energy stands as my foe
Denial to be part of this war.
But yet, I'm asking for more.
#death
#SelfReflection
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2024 11:43pm
25th Jan 2024 11:43pm
I AM
I am
an insignificant detail of the universe
a fragment of what we call creation
a wheel in a never-ending train
I am here to experience separation
Only to fall back into the ocean
Only to go back to the creative source
To find another destination to travel
To be the destination or a seeker
To guide, to be guided, to be the guidance
To sing, to listen, to be the song
an insignificant detail of the universe
a fragment of what we call creation
a wheel in a never-ending train
I am here to experience separation
Only to fall back into the ocean
Only to go back to the creative source
To find another destination to travel
To be the destination or a seeker
To guide, to be guided, to be the guidance
To sing, to listen, to be the song
#identity
#universe
#LifeCycle
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2024 5:51pm
25th Jan 2024 5:51pm
Inexistence
For that one moment
of inexistence
we are all crawling in the dirt
like preys of reality
with the Earth breathing
the dioxide
bringing catharsis
and the soul
remembering its destination
and its authority
over reality...
And everything turns into a play
Experimental
Self willed
Carefree
And as expressiveness of the universal energy
everything dies
everything becomes
Time is shrunk in the crown of Transformation
It seems like an eternal now ...
of inexistence
we are all crawling in the dirt
like preys of reality
with the Earth breathing
the dioxide
bringing catharsis
and the soul
remembering its destination
and its authority
over reality...
And everything turns into a play
Experimental
Self willed
Carefree
And as expressiveness of the universal energy
everything dies
everything becomes
Time is shrunk in the crown of Transformation
It seems like an eternal now ...
#identity
#universe
#spiritual #LifeCycle
#spiritual #LifeCycle
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Jan 2024 10:51pm
19th Jan 2024 10:51pm
Psychedelia, (Greek: )
Psychedelia, (Greek: ψυχεδέλεια)
taken from ancient Greek words “Psyche” which means "Soul" and “Delos” which means “to make clear” or “to reveal”. So the meaning of the word psychedelic is very close to "To Reveal The Soul".
~
My sight is all in fragments
but that's not all I see
surrounded by creatures
that share their truths with me
The colors lose their shades
The goddesses appear
They're dancing with the Moon
There is no trace of fear
I feel...
taken from ancient Greek words “Psyche” which means "Soul" and “Delos” which means “to make clear” or “to reveal”. So the meaning of the word psychedelic is very close to "To Reveal The Soul".
~
My sight is all in fragments
but that's not all I see
surrounded by creatures
that share their truths with me
The colors lose their shades
The goddesses appear
They're dancing with the Moon
There is no trace of fear
I feel...
#peace
#SelfDiscovery
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jan 2024 8:22pm
18th Jan 2024 8:22pm
and so on
My brain still struggles
to find the reasons why
My soul that knows all
sends glimpses of your vibe
If I'm the only one that feels it,
screw it, just never mind
But I swear I almost
touch you during the night
I told the universe
we are already together
Our soul's eye caresses
each other from beyond
Of course this lifetime right here
won't last forever
I'll search of you in my next one
and my next one
and so on.
to find the reasons why
My soul that knows all
sends glimpses of your vibe
If I'm the only one that feels it,
screw it, just never mind
But I swear I almost
touch you during the night
I told the universe
we are already together
Our soul's eye caresses
each other from beyond
Of course this lifetime right here
won't last forever
I'll search of you in my next one
and my next one
and so on.
#love
#hurt
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jan 2024 7:00pm
18th Jan 2024 7:00pm
f**king patterns
I lost my fucking self in you
I sold my soul in pieces
My odd individuality
screams lonely and then seizes
to exist in my reality
and fight my stupid need
to hide my insecurity
the worth of me to feed
I'll fucking stop begging right now
my gods to bring you close
If there is death I'm feeling it
and pray for a bigger dose
I'll let my mind flirt with that
or get itslef together
My sun is black and cloudy
my heart like a muddy feather
I sold my soul in pieces
My odd individuality
screams lonely and then seizes
to exist in my reality
and fight my stupid need
to hide my insecurity
the worth of me to feed
I'll fucking stop begging right now
my gods to bring you close
If there is death I'm feeling it
and pray for a bigger dose
I'll let my mind flirt with that
or get itslef together
My sun is black and cloudy
my heart like a muddy feather
#love
#depression
#breakup
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2024 12:27pm
9th Jan 2024 12:27pm
Forgiveness
Forgiveness is...
The awareness of oneness
Of that lack of perception of separation
It's the knowing of the human ego weakness,
liberation from the story that enslaves you
Letting go and accepting what is.
Forgiveness is empathy
It's the healing of your traumas
It has its reasons of existence
As the other pole of revenge
which is resentment
which is resistance
You cannot impose forgiveness
It's a consequence of self love
In this world of mad existence
Nothing stands as unforgiven
The awareness of oneness
Of that lack of perception of separation
It's the knowing of the human ego weakness,
liberation from the story that enslaves you
Letting go and accepting what is.
Forgiveness is empathy
It's the healing of your traumas
It has its reasons of existence
As the other pole of revenge
which is resentment
which is resistance
You cannot impose forgiveness
It's a consequence of self love
In this world of mad existence
Nothing stands as unforgiven
#forgiveness
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Jan 2024 5:03pm
8th Jan 2024 5:03pm
The ego
It seems like the ego is an avatar for your consciousness, it resides in this matter body which is bound to be decomposed at some point of our perceived timeline leaving just bones behind, but what happens to the ego when we return to that void, when our core consciousness becomes one with that mass of energy, that stream that streams creation, what kind of "bones" we leave behind? At a first glance, when you lose everything, when you die and forget who you used to be, what would possibly matter and why should it matter before we die? Is it the impact you make on other people's...
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2024 3:44pm
8th Jan 2024 3:44pm
ENTHEOGENESIS, A CHANGA TRIP
It was the second calling from the sacred spirit molecule. The first calling, years ago, resulted into a smooth exciting initiation with me going just across the nearest dimension without any interaction.
A tiny sachet of magic greenery was yet to be burnt in the triangle shaped pocket of a black bong.
I tried to make myself comfortable but my heart rate was too high. That was weird, because I always approach any psychedelic experience with curiosity and joy but with no expectation, picturing it as a blank paper that is about to be drawn. But this time it was different. Panic...
A tiny sachet of magic greenery was yet to be burnt in the triangle shaped pocket of a black bong.
I tried to make myself comfortable but my heart rate was too high. That was weird, because I always approach any psychedelic experience with curiosity and joy but with no expectation, picturing it as a blank paper that is about to be drawn. But this time it was different. Panic...
#identity
#death
#spiritual
#scary
#fear
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