hristy - Hello Poetry

-I mean, it feels good to daydream, and have that in a quiet room, with the rain falling over next to you, feeling the droplets on your warm skin .. - There's something about water that really makes us feel more alive at its touch.. and the sound and smell of rain bring us deeper into that perfect state of daydreaming.. -Because it reminds us of a forgotten ancient time. When we were single-celled organisms, swimming in the water, living and breathing it. Although, humans don't have a direct memory of it, the collective consciousness have a distinct, indirect memory of that experience. More like muscle memory, I suppose.. This especially is what is providing us with quite a good, peaceful feeling of being in close touch with Nature and Water. It reminds us of home.. -That's beautiful.

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Jun 28, 2021

Jun 28, 2021 at 7:17 AM UTC

A conversation that turned into a poem

-I mean, it feels good to daydream, and have that in a quiet room, with the rain falling over next to you, feeling the droplets on your warm skin .. - There's something about water that really makes us feel more alive at its touch.. and the sound and smell of rain bring us deeper into that perfect state of daydreaming.. -Because it reminds us of a forgotten ancient time. When we were single-celled organisms, swimming in the water, living and breathing it. Although, humans don't have a direct memory of it, the collective consciousness have a distinct, indirect memory of that experience. More like muscle memory, I suppose.. This especially is what is providing us with quite a good, peaceful feeling of being in close touch with Nature and Water. It reminds us of home.. -That's beautiful.

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I got too close to the fire that only ashes remained and the wind was too greedy and proud and he showed himself, how strong he is he took the ashes and spread it all over the place, The ash vanished exactly like my hope

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Mar 3, 2019

Mar 3, 2019 at 12:32 PM UTC

never too late

I got too close to the fire that only ashes remained and the wind was too greedy and proud and he showed himself, how strong he is he took the ashes and spread it all over the place, The ash vanished exactly like my hope

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There is a kind of thinking which keeps life separate from itself, a decaying thinking, that enslaves you You know exactly what I mean. That ordinary innocuous little trance that your thoughts spin around the current circumstance, like a ritual for dead life that keeps you circling around and around yourself in endless disconnection. That is not what you want. Is it? Drop it! Turn away from it! Don't believe its empty resolution. Come here, yes.. through the hidden doorway just behind all of this nonsense thinking Enter into the feeling, descend along your sensation, penetrate your tension, your discomfort, open YOUR body to itself! Feel, taste, smell, see, touch, hear the strands and whispers and the texture of life's intelligence. Taste your life now! You will drink from her source, bathe in her and comb your hair with her fingers of darkness and thought will come again from this invisible love making and shape a dance, a poem... a shout full of her vibrate silence.. And words will arise, dripping her light and you will cup them in your hands and give it to your thirsting friends... all around....

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Feb 7, 2019

Feb 7, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC

"Taste your life now"

There is a kind of thinking which keeps life separate from itself, a decaying thinking, that enslaves you You know exactly what I mean. That ordinary innocuous little trance that your thoughts spin around the current circumstance, like a ritual for dead life that keeps you circling around and around yourself in endless disconnection. That is not what you want. Is it? Drop it! Turn away from it! Don't believe its empty resolution. Come here, yes.. through the hidden doorway just behind all of this nonsense thinking Enter into the feeling, descend along your sensation, penetrate your tension, your discomfort, open YOUR body to itself! Feel, taste, smell, see, touch, hear the strands and whispers and the texture of life's intelligence. Taste your life now! You will drink from her source, bathe in her and comb your hair with her fingers of darkness and thought will come again from this invisible love making and shape a dance, a poem... a shout full of her vibrate silence.. And words will arise, dripping her light and you will cup them in your hands and give it to your thirsting friends... all around....

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Trusting you is like walking up on a broken stairs Waiting for every second to fall down

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Jan 10, 2019

Jan 10, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC

resemblance

Trusting you is like walking up on a broken stairs Waiting for every second to fall down

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I burn, I scream The sky gets darker I cry, I release The clouds move I laugh and I shout The sky is clear I love and I feel The stars appear I look and I frown The moon is watching I take a step and she gives me a hand She tells me a story That finally I will be free Free of illusions Free of prejudice Free of wrong perceptions Free of myself I burn and I scream And I don't believe her The moon has no eyes No soul And yet she touched me and burned my heart

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Nov 11, 2018

Nov 11, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC

Flood

I burn, I scream The sky gets darker I cry, I release The clouds move I laugh and I shout The sky is clear I love and I feel The stars appear I look and I frown The moon is watching I take a step and she gives me a hand She tells me a story That finally I will be free Free of illusions Free of prejudice Free of wrong perceptions Free of myself I burn and I scream And I don't believe her The moon has no eyes No soul And yet she touched me and burned my heart

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Inevitable pain as a spice of everyday life Slow cooked thoughts Take away the life Take away the spark The flow of heaven inside The blamers, the thoughts The paranoia that seeps under your tongue The hole, the hole drilled in your heart, The massive black hole who waits to **** The.life.out.of.you Then emptiness awaits you just behind the corner Invitation for an open conversation Confrontation Collaboration Between mind Between heart Between reality Between hallucination I'm slipping away into annihilation

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Aug 14, 2018

Aug 14, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC

Surrender

Inevitable pain as a spice of everyday life Slow cooked thoughts Take away the life Take away the spark The flow of heaven inside The blamers, the thoughts The paranoia that seeps under your tongue The hole, the hole drilled in your heart, The massive black hole who waits to **** The.life.out.of.you Then emptiness awaits you just behind the corner Invitation for an open conversation Confrontation Collaboration Between mind Between heart Between reality Between hallucination I'm slipping away into annihilation

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".... forming the molecules which are "supported" by the thoughts, and of course with the help of neurons, new neurons who are grabbing space like a tiger who grabs the predator the space in the mind,and the mind presents each energy you have acquired in your life, like a burst of happiness, taking and giving you stars, nebula's and galaxies and instead of a black hole, it shows you a heavenly garden with the most precious flowers..." -he said to her while they were having morning coffee on the balcony. "I love you" - she replied with a joyful heart, while she was looking at his lost in thought, but full of life eyes.

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Mar 17, 2018

Mar 17, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC

a moment

".... forming the molecules which are "supported" by the thoughts, and of course with the help of neurons, new neurons who are grabbing space like a tiger who grabs the predator the space in the mind,and the mind presents each energy you have acquired in your life, like a burst of happiness, taking and giving you stars, nebula's and galaxies and instead of a black hole, it shows you a heavenly garden with the most precious flowers..." -he said to her while they were having morning coffee on the balcony. "I love you" - she replied with a joyful heart, while she was looking at his lost in thought, but full of life eyes.

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Thoughts are moving like a hurricane approaching the land The full moon on the blue sky calls me to wish me away The shallow of the sea invites me on a pleasant trip The calling of the wind moves me in my dreams But my hands But my legs But my heart Doesn't want My hands are tied with the heaviest chain, made in instance from the strongest fire My legs are standing paralyzed, not even slightly moving from the point And my heart... My heart? I .... think I don't have a heart anymore.

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Jan 29, 2018

Jan 29, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC

Mechanical emotions

Thoughts are moving like a hurricane approaching the land The full moon on the blue sky calls me to wish me away The shallow of the sea invites me on a pleasant trip The calling of the wind moves me in my dreams But my hands But my legs But my heart Doesn't want My hands are tied with the heaviest chain, made in instance from the strongest fire My legs are standing paralyzed, not even slightly moving from the point And my heart... My heart? I .... think I don't have a heart anymore.

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"Wonderful as you are, Your branches are blooming, glowing with fresh flowers, growing with fresh leaves. Enormous as you are, Standing still and strong. Observing whole world. Knowing whole history, Preparing for future. While you are collecting the wisdom, please Tree, tell us your ancient story" - with beggars voice, the birds said. In this morning, YOU could only hear the melodic song of the birds and don't understand anything.

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Sep 8, 2017

Sep 8, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC

To the tree who sees everything

"Wonderful as you are, Your branches are blooming, glowing with fresh flowers, growing with fresh leaves. Enormous as you are, Standing still and strong. Observing whole world. Knowing whole history, Preparing for future. While you are collecting the wisdom, please Tree, tell us your ancient story" - with beggars voice, the birds said. In this morning, YOU could only hear the melodic song of the birds and don't understand anything.

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Cold morning, She curled up like fetus, Like a newborn soul without any single thought. She couldn't move, nor speak only show signs of life. Through breathing she wanted to explain her world. So familiar, in the same time unknown. "Could it be different?" - she thought to herself. As the time passed, signs of life were weaker. And, in fact, it was different.

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Sep 8, 2017

Sep 8, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC

Even further deeper

Cold morning, She curled up like fetus, Like a newborn soul without any single thought. She couldn't move, nor speak only show signs of life. Through breathing she wanted to explain her world. So familiar, in the same time unknown. "Could it be different?" - she thought to herself. As the time passed, signs of life were weaker. And, in fact, it was different.

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