Submissions by personanongrata (Astral Gift)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
lyricist, poet, writer
Existential orgy
Existential orgy
Nothing has a meaning
Nor your identity
Nor the things you are seeing
Worlds that coexist
Worlds unfolding others
Wave beings mist
greed the mind that travels
Deeper truths are told
Truths of non resistance
The all is one and more
I am just an instance
The cosmos is alive
Beyond our eye potential
Our essence is amazing
It's Multidimensional
Nothing has a meaning
Nor your identity
Nor the things you are seeing
Worlds that coexist
Worlds unfolding others
Wave beings mist
greed the mind that travels
Deeper truths are told
Truths of non resistance
The all is one and more
I am just an instance
The cosmos is alive
Beyond our eye potential
Our essence is amazing
It's Multidimensional
#spiritual
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13/11
Traits given by my will
and the star's commands
A drama queen
Admirers are my servants
but they serve against
my phony loyal burden.
While reading your desires,
I transform myself to them.
My fabulous performance
is a real and raw gift to you
Don't try to analyze me.
I've everything figured out
Read me like a book
of illustrated mystery
Black hardback, like the demon's diary
illuminating content, like the sunlight
on the dark side of the moon.
I cover mine with a...
and the star's commands
A drama queen
Admirers are my servants
but they serve against
my phony loyal burden.
While reading your desires,
I transform myself to them.
My fabulous performance
is a real and raw gift to you
Don't try to analyze me.
I've everything figured out
Read me like a book
of illustrated mystery
Black hardback, like the demon's diary
illuminating content, like the sunlight
on the dark side of the moon.
I cover mine with a...
#identity
#SelfReflection
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depression and futility
Perhaps I was right when I was walking home with that half a gram in my hand. "Big deal" I said, "another soul lost in the name of the almighty's creation". I sacrifice my life for His entertainment. Among so many lives, what is the importance of just one, let it be lost. Then I decided that I was quitting and declared it in front of Him. “Do to me whatever you want, I don't care anymore, let me die today. Actually, I want to die today. I will shoot it up all together and whatever happens, happens." That was a plan that consisted motivation, excuse and indulgence for...
#despair
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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