Epiphanies aren't intuitions of new ideas;
they're rearranging existing information.

***This epiphany
Jan 22

I am

I won't
say that
I am.

I can't
hang on
another day.

This epiphany
has hit me
like a speeding tram.

#sad   #depression   #confused   #depressed   #anxiety   #okay   #ok   #epiphany   #notokay   #notok  
Alyanne Cooper
Alyanne Cooper
Jun 26, 2014

"I would give anything
To see you smile again."
Said my reflection in the mirror.

So would i,
my friend,
So would i.

I have come to the point where the line stops drawing itself further
It has come to where I am in need to decide for myself
But my point doesn't mean an ending
When I've created a line that also starts with one

Marlon James
Marlon James
Apr 29, 2014

I wish i had one.
I wish passing by someone or something
I'd see things more clear

No hate, no concernes, no envy, no fear.
Just a light ride

I'm stuck in the silence of my own body
My mind is running wild
I'm like a tornado inside a a house made of glass

MArlon James, Porto, Portugal                                                    29-04-2014
Ivy Leigh
Ivy Leigh
Oct 13, 2014

Leave it to a day away to make you rethink things.
Where are you going?
Why are you going?
How are you going?
What are you taking with you?
What are you leaving behind?

All I hope is that
I am going forward
so I can be happy,
adding to what memories I have

I went to the beach in search of *epiphany*.
Sep 11, 2014


I went to the beach in search of epiphany.

I was hoping to find her among the clouds,
witnessing her morph into an ivory shape that would
probe my unconscious into fashioning
some big epiphany
out of her silver linings,
relentless against the beating winds.

or perhaps

unearth him beneath the patterns of cracks in rocks; and
he would weave a veiny trial to
lead my psyche into navigating
the big epiphany
after testing his infallible focus,
relentless against the beating waves.

I felt the sea spray tease my toes
the maritime breeze whip my face
the scraggly sand stab my heels
the roaring waves crash against the jagged cliff

I did not find epiphany.

all I found
was that again

I felt small.

thoughts about epiphanies and how they can never be forced out of sheer will or coercion, no matter how much we may need them.
I had an epiphany
Crescent Rose
Crescent Rose
Jul 30, 2014

I had an epiphany
It was so strange
I was looking at everything in a different way
Nothing was wrong with me!
I suddenly realized
There's something wrong with everyone else, not I!
I still may not be beautiful or perfect or anything
But I do know that there isn't a damned thing wrong with me
I figured it out, and nearly gone insane
But it numbed me instead of exploding my sanity
I felt everything and nothing
My mind was moving and wondering the same things
The answers unknown
The questions never asked
Nothing made sense, because people's brains are dead
They would say I'm insane for everything in my head

I had an epiphany.  It was pretty great. And now I'm throwing those anti depressants away
Apr 1, 2014

Drop your preconceptions of me at the door
Now look
Who do you see?
Not the person that was there before
I just always wanted a chance
To prove that I was something different
Than who you thought I was
But I only need to prove it to myself
I see that now

I am me

And you are you

I don't need anyone's acceptance but my own
Because, after all, above anyone else
We need to be able to live with ourselves

This was never started to make anyone believe something about myself that wasn't true. I did it for myself.
#life   #epiphany  

Thank you, Thomas Edison, for your invention.
That we may use it as an analogy
In perpetuity.
In concept.
In cartoons.
No risiduals earned on this I'm afraid.
Epiphanies are so rare there would be little earned anyway.

They come on like rushing wind
Some we are lucky enough to grasp.
Pet Rock.
Chia Pet.
The Snuggie.
Others are squandered.
At the bottom of a bottle or glass.
Lost in the illegible syntax of a bar napkin.

Thomas Edison once bemused that he never failed.
He simply found a new way it wouldn't work.
What I wouldn't have given,
to have been among,
his bar napkins and empty bottles.

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