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Beverages
What we mean
by vulnerable
is that distracted moment
when we
are authentic.
Our words
give us away
and others
can see it
in our eyes.
The voice
distant
as woven
waves
between
despairing
islands,
sighs
in contemplation
so
subconscious
in its thoughts
that barely
a single
eyelash
falls
that it does not
break our
concentration;
motionless,
we self-implode,
a circus
in a teapot.
runningturtle87
by vulnerable
is that distracted moment
when we
are authentic.
Our words
give us away
and others
can see it
in our eyes.
The voice
distant
as woven
waves
between
despairing
islands,
sighs
in contemplation
so
subconscious
in its thoughts
that barely
a single
eyelash
falls
that it does not
break our
concentration;
motionless,
we self-implode,
a circus
in a teapot.
runningturtle87
Published 10th Feb 2013
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10th Feb 2013 8:54pm
Well, I came here because I was thirsty, I'm still thirsty, but I like your poem :D
Caliban
Caliban
10th Feb 2013 8:55pm
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11th Feb 2013 4:10pm
Life is much more colorful inside the kaleidoscopic, but it does turn you up side down...
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10th Feb 2013 9:03pm
10th Feb 2013 9:34pm
"a circus
in a tea pot" I like that
"What we mean
by vulnerable
is that distracted moment
when we
are authentic." So true and so uncommon for people to be authentic. Most spend their lives hiding, from fear of judgement, rather than just being real.
in a tea pot" I like that
"What we mean
by vulnerable
is that distracted moment
when we
are authentic." So true and so uncommon for people to be authentic. Most spend their lives hiding, from fear of judgement, rather than just being real.
11th Feb 2013 00:34am
No matter how much we take off we seem to not actually get rid of the boxes we are in.....Don't know what it takes...but then it is too difficult to bare it all.....all we can do is walk that way until we leave our defenses behind...some day....Thanks.
11th Feb 2013 00:04am
The eyes give away thoughts from within, and at times when we are stripped of all our outside demeanour, our real self is there fir the world to see...and deride?
11th Feb 2013 00:36am
Hideous humiliation is the assault on our potential intimacy....how do we carry on without just letting it all go into the fire? Thank, Grace.
11th Feb 2013 6:30am
Almost a metaphysical feel here. It is as if you are describing an existence that goes beyond the ability our common senses.
11th Feb 2013 10:40am
This is it exactly....Buddha under the meditation tree....illusion and the face of illusion....
