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HighTraveler
HighTraveler
24/M/American Game Master. Poet. Artist. / Entering a new creative era. Blog coming soon.
I have unfortunately been broken, Though I am certain that has been an over played card; It still happened. Over and over again. Love became a myth. Family became war. Friends broke my heart, and even though the fire in my heart almost went out: It didn't. That was two years ago, when I was only an after image of life experience that belonged to everyone but me. So I decided to live. Maybe not the right way at first. Maybe the fear and loathing in my own heart led me away from everything that ever mattered so that I could remember why they mattered in the first place. I remember walking across the bridge with my best friend. Sending cryptic messages that change was coming. I don't think he understood what I meant that cool evening. I started my journey into myself alone. Many times down the path I thought I wouldn't make it. But at the end of everything, I have come to understand Myself and my existence. I even made friends. Though the journey is far from over, The miles ahead will be on new soles. Maybe even a new soul. Because it's only after you lose everything that you begin to appreciate what is given. This is progress.
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
Progress
I watched the particles Of dust fall gently across The open expanse of window like stars. Falling into place as though They were hand picked For my eyes. Remnants of epithelial cells And late night epiphanies Cascade through the air As a reminder that the world Is in movement. Mine is not a new revelation, But a subtle reminder That everything will eventually Fall into place and the Very frustrating puzzle of life Will become clear. No suffering lasts forever. No chaos is permanent. When you are both creator And the hand crafted creation, Stopping to find divine intervention In accumulated floating specks Isn't so bad. Maybe the world isn't so bad.
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC
Flux
Today I Feel Like I'm Falling Into An Empty Bottomless Pit. The thrill of free fall Into the cavernous expanse Of inner thoughts Could only be met by The shock of rock bottom.
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 1:01 PM UTC
Falling
Tonight was a farewell. And it breaks my heart To feel this way, But you proved to me That our bond was broken. Maybe one day we will Talk about it and laugh. But I really don't think so.
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Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
Untitled
"Why are you like this?" I remember the exact moment I cut our fate string and stepped Off the path. I remember the talk on the bridge, Feet from where our future Almost ended and lied to you. I wanted to take on all the hatred I could. I wanted the world to hate Us the way I did As a form of punishment. Because what had we ever done With my life to deserve any of them. I put out the light all on my own. We have no one to blame but ourselves For this non-existence. "If you could go back, would you do it again?" If time travel were possible, I would go back and push you Off that bridge just so that I never hurt The people who make all of this suffering Worthwhile. "If all this suffering was worthwhile, then why push everyone who has ever loved you past arms length? Why the hell would you choose this type of suffering over the love that could have been? What kind of person does that?" Sometimes you have to become a villain. The light we carried was almost out And I acted in what I thoughts our best interest. Had I known that at the end of the day It would be just us watching the ruins Of our world smolder in the wake Of my mistakes, I would have chose differently.
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
Interview with My Ghost on the Subject of Time Travel:
I have been playing with The concept of morality In my head for a while; The guidelines in which we base All of our actions can be properly Placed into one of two categories. Good and Evil. Is the course of action ahead For the betterment of myself Or my society? How does one even begin to understand The ramifications of their decisions And their affect on human history. What if enlightenment is only Another word for loneliness? What if becoming one with your True self is really just isolation To an idea that we can transcend Into something better but: Let me remind you that evil did not exist before we did. Even in light of current events, We know that within each of us Is a light that is never extinguished. I know the times ahead may seem tough. For my generation specifically Because we are only now finding Which paths to take. We may have created evil, But we don't have to nurture it. We can become the balance And remind each other that isolation Isn't an answer. Especially in our own selves. I hope you take this to heart.
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Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 3:49 AM UTC
In Light of Current Events
Hopefully this spark isn't so easily extinguished.
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
Untitled
It is now 3:38 in the morning. I should be sleeping but instead Find myself traversing The recesses of old notebooks Trying to remember the me Who filled them. The dreamer that I was feels Long gone sometimes. The love I believed in washed away With the seasons. The imagined field that I would Someday run through Like a finish line seems lost. Sometimes I can't remember Why I started writing. But here I am at the cusp Of a new beginning, Finding new reasons to hope That tomorrow when I flip Through these pages I will Remember the me that wrote them.
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 3:55 AM UTC
About the Author.
My name is Nathan. I have never aspired for much, Only that my existence have an impact On those who chose the burden Of my friendship. I'm only kidding though, I act as though only darkness Remains inside me but in actuality: I have just been cultivating A brighter light. My path turned to gravel For a while there, By rocky, I really mean The jagged, fractured stone Gave way to open space- - But it looks like I caught myself Just in time. I am reminded in this moment, With the slow beating of my heart That I exist on my own. The recognition doesn't matter Because one day you'll all see. The warrior time has made me. One day I'll help to change things For all of us. My name will one day be a symbol Of strength. Because the true measure isn't About what you can lift. But the weight that you can carry.
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Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC
Tale of a Gutsy Nathan
2016 sure turned a lot of us into warriors didn't it?
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Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
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