Thisis A Pseudonym

Thisis A Pseudonym Mar 2018

When facing escape
A Door leading out, one fears.
Nothing you have known.

The devil you know right ?
All I hear is you are comfortable in hell/naraka when the void(possibility) is a step away. Do not fear change for its existence, like death, it's an inevitable and necessary function. Read the italics and know a truth

#courage #self #esteem #change #acceptance #haiku #minimalist #minimalism

Thisis A Pseudonym Mar 2018

Pill-gram-age

Why are you searching
Do you truly want to know?
So not to miss out?

My generation and social media
Do you want to be better than yourself or the best ?
Do you want to know your strengths or their weaknesses ?
Learning beautiful words not to adorn but exploit

#haiku #facade #social #media #anxiety #minimalist #fomo

Thisis A Pseudonym Mar 2018

Paradoxical

Phoenixes tears fall
Burn, Like fire from the rain
Power in weakness

It is said it's tears can heal all ailments physical and ,most importantly emotional

#strength #sad #self #esteems #haiku #minimalist

Thisis A Pseudonym Mar 2018

You-in-verse/ draft letter

Eyes deep and dark as if linked to the primordial abyss,
It was as if " " could see further than the blank faces of truths and lies
It was as if " " could clearly see what is and what is not.

Voice commanding attention like the horns of heavens army and as soothing as it's zithers, " " lips its succulent strings.
Body as bountiful as the late harvest " " delicacies just as sweet miracles when " " legs part blessing falling from my chin to my feet,ceremony a Thanks giving for this decadent feast.

A self, if I don't help , watering flower blooming how and when ever it sees fit.
Passion like the sun, radiant and all illuminating but tempered by a mind like the moon on a still pond, while it seems grounded it's true home is in the sky amongst the stars.

It's a draft of a letter

#love #passion #sad #stars #goddess #piety

Thisis A Pseudonym Feb 2018

Matters

What are we truly,
Specs of celestial dust.
Kin to sun and stone.

What really matters isn't material, most of the time

#haiku #minimalist

Thisis A Pseudonym Dec 2017

Spoken

Spoken: What is heard
The adornment, gospel truths the pious believers of your personal faith. The Heresy, the voice of those you’ve ******
Spoken: That which can not be taken back
Your frivolous certainties had no hold but now frame our reality because they are always in the peripheral only seeing what it allows you
Spoken: half truths
The victimized, the wronged, the offended just to validate unscrupulous act to those who have wronged you.
Spoken: White lies
The coddling which breeds an ignorance for the knowledge of decorum, decorations and vails to hid behind
Spoken: That which the universe asserts
That which the universe listens to, vibrations that it assimilates making it part of the whole without losing its agenda

Spoken words hold power far beyond communication

#meditation #thought #midful #diction #evaluation

Thisis A Pseudonym Nov 2017

Robin

A bow too tightly strung, now shaking, because of a notch and arrow moans like the creeks of wood; quiver as I use your quiver. now release

Bisexual poem

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