Where is the end and what is the end,
Is the end the place where time will bend,
Is the end the place where recollection occurs,
Of all the peaks passed and valleys endured,
Will we be saved,
Or will we be taken away,
Is there a choice
No
only to dust we turn
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
There was faith in his absent mind.
Or was it just the mere need to be blind?
Is faith imaginary,
Or is this imagination his only reality?
He is free
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
I who am enlightened, enlightens.
Althought the greatest fear or evil of all is indeed omniscience.
Fear omniscience.
The people who don't have the will to think deeper are technically happier
We should not be able to know that everything is nothing.
Knowledge brings us deeper and deeper and deeper with an absolute, ultimate ending at nothing
It's like a tunnel that everyone's in but there's no way of going back except: UNDERSTANDING
But then again understanding is a knowledge. The loop.
The third eye exists, this is the third eye.
Third eye is the "loop" realization.
But one thing is what can save anyone. That's when the thinking ends.
Where it all ends is when thoughts are reached with another's, that's when thinkings done, and that something else is the savior. A soul.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
It's just a buncha **** I wish could do,
Yet with this **** strife I'm only subdued,
Clueless on what to wait on now,
Constantly a smile flipped into a frown,
I wonder what it takes to not be so bound,
Constantly punished I question what's the cause,
The fate, karma, or just God's given smiteful pause
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
Water drips from the sink
And
A body races a droplet's fall
Witnessed by nothing but a
Third eye
A sequential cry,
Above it all
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
The almost-soulless ring of a soft piano key,
Every single one
A separate thought,
Like the,
Smooth lullaby-like tones of silence
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
A man lonely and so cold,
Trying hard to grasp an aura
He assumes to trust to not reveal the hidden,
Until unknown souls spot the flaw
Abruption,
Cowardly thoughts he fails to hold back,
Paranoid, so paranoid his nerves become barbed,
His mind darkened as he's blinded,
His words cruelly reversing any remaining trust,
His screams so beyond chilling they sear the mere
Love left in a heart
Though only so few understand to not blame,
To not blame a man ensconced by a cold world,
Only trying to survive with a fire he himself sadly creates
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
The darkness of where you sit
Ensures you get goosebumps
Until that one little light is lit,
The darkness of where you sit
Ensures your insides crawl in you then crumble,
Until that one little light is lit
The darkness of where you sit
Will wait until you embrace it's lack of color,
Until you embrace its untroubled silence,
Until you embrace its weakened will,
Its calm shroud of absence,
Its unexpected peace.
So restrain.
No light needs to be lit
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
There will never be such a thing like
Floating up to the surface to try again,
So embrace your depths,
Along with another's arms
This isn't love
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
So quick to always speak the mind
Yet stumble over those same thoughts
Regret?
Realization?
Controlled thinking,
Doesn't really
Exist,
Does it?
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC