Submissions by personanongrata (Astral Gift)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
lyricist, poet, writer
strange world
There is a world where the people are invisible
Their thoughts appear to represent each other's mind
They interweave and they are shaping the physical
My own is shallow, egotistical and blind.
~
They get attached to a mass mental authority
They are victimized in the sight of blackest thoughts
I realize they are not the minority
This world is governed by chaotic forceful gods.
~
Within this chaos, there is infinite infinity
They are determined to stay alive at any cost
They often pray to their own holy trinity
The...
Their thoughts appear to represent each other's mind
They interweave and they are shaping the physical
My own is shallow, egotistical and blind.
~
They get attached to a mass mental authority
They are victimized in the sight of blackest thoughts
I realize they are not the minority
This world is governed by chaotic forceful gods.
~
Within this chaos, there is infinite infinity
They are determined to stay alive at any cost
They often pray to their own holy trinity
The...
#SelfReflection
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dream catcher
In a realm where the crow is believed to be a sign of aliveness,
and where the silence holds the seven trumpets muted,
the symbols expose their nature.
They are nothing but a complicated crochet dreamcatcher
covered by dust
with its colors faded by the sun
and its meaning altered by the intellect
and where the silence holds the seven trumpets muted,
the symbols expose their nature.
They are nothing but a complicated crochet dreamcatcher
covered by dust
with its colors faded by the sun
and its meaning altered by the intellect
#dreams
#SelfReflection
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Love is
Love isn’t your cover when it rains
I’s your runaway wagon
Like a mirror where you see your own reflection
Love isn’t what you have overcome
Or expecting what will arrive
It’s the constant spring in the eyes
the intertwined roots of the flora
the undefiled bottom of the ocean
it’s the words the wind will speak
to an old dying oak tree
I’s your runaway wagon
Like a mirror where you see your own reflection
Love isn’t what you have overcome
Or expecting what will arrive
It’s the constant spring in the eyes
the intertwined roots of the flora
the undefiled bottom of the ocean
it’s the words the wind will speak
to an old dying oak tree
#happiness
#love
#inspirational #uplifting
#inspirational #uplifting
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the essence of love
I cried
for Love.
And Love
immersed me in gratitude.
for Love.
And Love
immersed me in gratitude.
#love
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The poetry of the dead
Black fairy tales
of onyx seeking
and acronyms
provoking sin
dance within
my tongue of chaos
but none is speaking
of truths unseen.
Conjoined lies
of self-deception:
my existence slights
what she unwished;
this curse has been
beyond my power,
hyenas eat
the bisons' bliss.
Beauty of death,
I'm awfully homesick.
It's been so long
I've been carrying pain.
It's time to walk
this labyrinth carefree.
Time to let go
of mental cocaine.
I'm no victim but
I can...
of onyx seeking
and acronyms
provoking sin
dance within
my tongue of chaos
but none is speaking
of truths unseen.
Conjoined lies
of self-deception:
my existence slights
what she unwished;
this curse has been
beyond my power,
hyenas eat
the bisons' bliss.
Beauty of death,
I'm awfully homesick.
It's been so long
I've been carrying pain.
It's time to walk
this labyrinth carefree.
Time to let go
of mental cocaine.
I'm no victim but
I can...
#hope
#death
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I’M LOST
Lost in a congregation that pushes me away from faith
Lost in a room that throws me up from its space of ownership
I surrender but nothing conquers me
I ask for reasons but nothing is received
~
What could possibly compensate my moronic suffer
Have I received it in some other roles?
My incomprehension handcuffs are hurting my bloodstream
My soul is banging its container’s walls
~
She wants escape from this prison of perception
Who is the judge that gave me this mind?
My character in this play is never mentioned
The...
Lost in a room that throws me up from its space of ownership
I surrender but nothing conquers me
I ask for reasons but nothing is received
~
What could possibly compensate my moronic suffer
Have I received it in some other roles?
My incomprehension handcuffs are hurting my bloodstream
My soul is banging its container’s walls
~
She wants escape from this prison of perception
Who is the judge that gave me this mind?
My character in this play is never mentioned
The...
#depression
#despair
#apathy
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August
You are the August sunrise of my sight
The comfort sigh of my soul arriving home
The flourishing rainbow in my darkness
I don’t care if I can have you
I’ve had you in different lives
And I know I’ll have you in other ones
But time isn’t linear, is it?
In a parallel divine thought, you’re laving with myrrh my spiritless body
inside my sepulcher, grieving.
And somewhere else, your laugh lines reveal the anamnesis of our completeness.
The comfort sigh of my soul arriving home
The flourishing rainbow in my darkness
I don’t care if I can have you
I’ve had you in different lives
And I know I’ll have you in other ones
But time isn’t linear, is it?
In a parallel divine thought, you’re laving with myrrh my spiritless body
inside my sepulcher, grieving.
And somewhere else, your laugh lines reveal the anamnesis of our completeness.
#love
#FallingInLove
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LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG
Nothing resonates.
No idea brings enthusiasm and affirmation.
No word stands adequate to my ears.
No image is attractive to my sight.
There is nothing there.
“Vanity of vanities…
All is vanity.”
I suppress the force of my survival instinct, welcoming my suicidal fragile self.
The one who hates me deadly.
“Why do you hate me so much?”, I ask her.
She says that back in the days, I had made a promise to end this pain for good.
So, she keeps bringing the pain back, as a reminder.
“You don’t belong here!”
The mirroring glow of my...
No idea brings enthusiasm and affirmation.
No word stands adequate to my ears.
No image is attractive to my sight.
There is nothing there.
“Vanity of vanities…
All is vanity.”
I suppress the force of my survival instinct, welcoming my suicidal fragile self.
The one who hates me deadly.
“Why do you hate me so much?”, I ask her.
She says that back in the days, I had made a promise to end this pain for good.
So, she keeps bringing the pain back, as a reminder.
“You don’t belong here!”
The mirroring glow of my...
#depression
#death
#suicide #LifeCycle
#suicide #LifeCycle
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abstract
As Marching foes of bliss
Our fears are retreating vanquished through the wind
Hills of tranquil malleable matter are illustrated
On abstract frames
Where existence enjoys its ambiguity
That’s where the pneuma awakens to the call
Our fears are retreating vanquished through the wind
Hills of tranquil malleable matter are illustrated
On abstract frames
Where existence enjoys its ambiguity
That’s where the pneuma awakens to the call
#spiritual
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Gratitude
Who can I thank for blessing me with your endearment?
To whom may I sacrifice my soul for your touch?
A psychedelic gratitude in my prayers
Reveals the colors I am eager to attract.
~
My soul thrives, this lifetime is important.
My heart is so open, the world can fit inside.
Inside my eyes a meadow of possibilities
Inside your eyes a trophy that seems divine.
~
Sometimes the pain shadows my gratitude.
You are far away as if gods keep us imprisoned.
Prolonging ache, self-pity accusations
What have we done? I just need a good...
To whom may I sacrifice my soul for your touch?
A psychedelic gratitude in my prayers
Reveals the colors I am eager to attract.
~
My soul thrives, this lifetime is important.
My heart is so open, the world can fit inside.
Inside my eyes a meadow of possibilities
Inside your eyes a trophy that seems divine.
~
Sometimes the pain shadows my gratitude.
You are far away as if gods keep us imprisoned.
Prolonging ache, self-pity accusations
What have we done? I just need a good...
#love
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UNDESCRIBABLY INFATUATED
The earthly verbal skill has meaning no more.
Intellectuality can merely express the quintessence of your essentia.
Fallen for your ethos that attributes its origin to the omnipotent source, I let my spellbound spirit to mentor our experience.
Your existence is a perennial benison for my vision, as it meditates on crashing those dividing agents, marrying the nightfall to a lunar beam’s phosphorescence.
A harmonization of your celestine pedestal with a grounding floral redolence expands the virtuality within this human evolution.
This flame prevails over all...
Intellectuality can merely express the quintessence of your essentia.
Fallen for your ethos that attributes its origin to the omnipotent source, I let my spellbound spirit to mentor our experience.
Your existence is a perennial benison for my vision, as it meditates on crashing those dividing agents, marrying the nightfall to a lunar beam’s phosphorescence.
A harmonization of your celestine pedestal with a grounding floral redolence expands the virtuality within this human evolution.
This flame prevails over all...
#love
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BABYLON IS FALLING
Babylon, the mother of all whores is falling.
The veil of ignorance and illusion rises for those who have the will to defend their innate right, that of freedom.
Babylon is burning. And through its ashes a new Earth emerges.
It is an important moment of change and rebirth. Destructive forces, symbolized by the Greek god of war Aris(Mars), the Hindu goddess Kali, and even by the essence of the concept of Christian revelation, flatten everything to make room for the new. Our planet is changing, and the planet is changing us.
The world seems to move around as if...
The veil of ignorance and illusion rises for those who have the will to defend their innate right, that of freedom.
Babylon is burning. And through its ashes a new Earth emerges.
It is an important moment of change and rebirth. Destructive forces, symbolized by the Greek god of war Aris(Mars), the Hindu goddess Kali, and even by the essence of the concept of Christian revelation, flatten everything to make room for the new. Our planet is changing, and the planet is changing us.
The world seems to move around as if...
#identity
#evolution
#SelfReflection
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