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210 · Sep 2020
Art
Shadow Sep 2020
Art
Art is a statement about life's truths.
But what is art? It is music, it is poetry, it is song and paintings on the wall, it is the morning dew on the petals of flowers, it is the yellow autumn leaves, it is in the way you walk, it is in the way you talk, it everthing and nothing, it is what you make of it.

what is art to you?
210 · Aug 2020
To the girl in my dreams
Shadow Aug 2020
It's been three weeks,
and still you do not leave,
Is there trouble within your heart,
Or is there a message I must perceive?

Perhaps my mind isn't done with you,
But my conscience left you behind...
And I've been pondering deeply
About thoughts of every kind.

What is that you want with me?
Why do you appear each night?
Are you troubled or sad?
If so, why do your eyes glimmer so bright?

You smile your mischievous smile,
And at times you're very rash,
I don't know what to make of it,
And I know I'll be a abashed.

I think seeing you should do it,
It can put the questions away,
I can make my peace with you,
And sleep soundly one day.
Why do you plague my mind, we haven't spoken in five months, why come now? Why bereave me my peace of mind?

Who am I kidding, she'll never see this.
209 · Sep 2020
Who goes there?
Shadow Sep 2020
Who goes there?
Who tries to enter this sepulchre?
How did you make your way inside?
I built my castle on the highest mountains,
I built walls around it so great that no being could pierce them,
I hid my heart in the most complex of vaults,
How did you get here?
Did you fly in with the wind,
Or did the moon bring you in?
Did the stream carry you,
Or did you outshine the sun and he let you enter?
How did you get past the tempest outside?

Who are you?
Why do you wish to tread the world of  shadows?
There's nothing here to see but the weeping souls of the exhausted thought...
204 · May 2020
Wind and stars
Shadow May 2020
Become one with the wind
The ones that can move mountains and dunes
Become one one with the stars
The ones that shine so bright on the darkest days
Become one with the oceans and seas
The ones that can swallow cities whole
Become become the shining sun
Become the spirit
That gives life to it all
Become yourself
201 · Aug 2020
To Apathy
Shadow Aug 2020
In realtity I don't really know what to say,
it is raining outside and my wold is grey.
I love you and yet I want you gone,
I want you here with me, yet this game's no longer fun,
perhaps one day we'll move on
perhaps I'll write to you one last time
and say that we are done.

I don't hate you, don't get me wrong,
you've done so much for me,
without you I wouldn't last long,
but I've grown older now,
I've grown stronger and smarter,
Hey I'm even wiser now!
I know what to do and when,
I know how to feel and why,
I know what to say and how,
I've learnt from the depths of your embrace,
and I feel that it's time that I move on.

I love you, and I hope you love me too.
As much as it pains us both,
we must let go of eachother
lest our love turns into hate.
Apathy, I am who I am today because of you,
so thak you :)
196 · Sep 2020
Autumn
Shadow Sep 2020
The wind roars
The sky is patched with clouds
The leaves swirl in the wind's embrace
194 · Aug 2020
To be a woman
Shadow Aug 2020
To be a woman is a great adventure;
To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
- Boris Pasternak, Dr.Zhivago

Dr.zhivago is perhaps the most beautiful book that I've read, everyone should read it atleast once in their lives.
190 · Sep 2020
Yearning
Shadow Sep 2020
It feels like an eternity since my heart last felt loved...
I long for a warm embrace,
I long to cry on a caring shoulder,
My heart yearns, but why so deeply?
An ice flower has sprouted in my heart
186 · Jul 2020
It's lonely here
Shadow Jul 2020
It's been so silent lately...
It's gotten lonely up here,
The days become just like the day before,
And I fail to see the light in their eyes,
The cries of the crow drown out the sweet songs of canaries,
The wind's music no longer satisfies my soul,
I want to go back
To the nothingness I came from,
I want to return home,
It's gotten lonely here...
There are things that we will never be able to say for at that moment even the words will betray us.
186 · Dec 2019
A simple rant
Shadow Dec 2019
I'm feeling a confusion
Or maybe it's just delusion,
Does she still like me?
I'm probably as annoying as a bee.
I feel like I'm a burden,
Hiding all my feelings behind a curtain
Of doubt, uncertainty and hesitation,
It feels nothing short of damnation.

I don't even know why I'm trying to rhyme
All of these thoughts and I'm running out of time
It's time to halt this cursed rhyme
And talk with you from my heart

I'm feeling so hollow and wishing there was no tomorrow, all I feel is apathy and it's pure agony, I can't even write any more because all my feelings are gone, what is a sea without water? What is spring without a flower? What is summer without its schoring sun?
What is a writer without his ink?
What is a poet without feelings?
The bad rhymes and uncertain structure resembles my mental state...
184 · Apr 2020
Quote #3
Shadow Apr 2020
But sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think of how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
- franz kafka
Shadow Aug 2020
Life is a game, a grandscale game with never ending experiences, feelings and thoughts to be had. Within this great game we play many other games, a major category of this, being social games.
One, somewhat flawed, rule which we have made up for this social game is that one really doesn't know or doesn't feel something unless they can describe it with words whereas that's not the case!

You can describe something but you cannot tell me it's hows or what it truly is, let me give you an example:
I tell my friends that I am in love with a girl, raptorously, and they ask me to "prove it" or tell them how I'm "in love with her" and, if I'm a good poet, I would say: "I love her as the fish in the pond loves the moon's reflection, I love her as the birds love to sing in the mornings, I love her as the toe loves hitting the side of something at 3 in the morning, I love her rapturously, with all my being and all my heart." and then they would say wow and say that yes I really do love the girl.

However not everyone is a poet and mere words cannot express how and what we feel because as much as I try to express my love to the world through words and utterances it will always fail to send out what I truly feel at heart. You cannot tell me how you beat your heart, how you formulate your thoughts or how you digest your food, you just 𝑑𝑜 it.

To try to explain somethings to some people would be like trying to drink the ocean with a fork: ardous, boring and neverending. You can always try to, but you would get tired in the first 30 seconds and they, too, would leave.
Words are not the only tool which you have in order to express yourself to the world, music and art can both be so much more heartfelt than words can ever express. However not all of us are musicians or artists and so I will present you another, better and more effective, alternative: 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.
183 · Sep 2020
Longing
Shadow Sep 2020
How intense can be the longing to escape from the emptiness and dullness of human verbosity, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long, grinding labour, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding rendered speechless by emotion!
- Boris Pasternak
181 · Apr 2020
Quote #1
Shadow Apr 2020
I am a cage in search of a bird.
- franz kafka

I am making a collection of my favourite quotes and will have made it public so you too can enjoy them if you wish :)
178 · Sep 2020
I wish to live
Shadow Sep 2020
The wind takes its cold and leaves
And the trees wave it goodbye
The sun shines just a little more
Before the clouds patch its light

The world...
It's been tiring lately,
I do not wish to exist,
I wish to live,
I do not wish to make day to night
And night to day,
I do not wish to feel every passing second,
I do not want to write broken poetry,
But that's all that comes to me right now,
I do not wish to merely exist
I wish to live.
I am waiting for my youthful ardour to arrive, albeit there is nothing for it to see.
178 · May 2020
A cry for help
Shadow May 2020
Set me free of this curse!
Let me cry
Let me cry
Set me free of my torment!
Let me cry
Let me cry
Tears do not leave the eye;
I really wish I would die.

What is this twisted dream?
Why can I not scream?
I cannot feel grief or pain,
Not happiness nor dismay,
I can no longer smile,
And despite how much I try,
I really cannot cry.

I've grown so tired now,
To this tragedy, I must bow,
My hairs are turning grey
Oh to hell with all this fray!
Just let me wither and die,
What's the point when I cannot cry?
Tears do not leave the eye...
I cannot feel anything, I am unable to cry, unable to let my emotions out. I cannot feel happiness or sadness, love or hate, I can't feel anything....
177 · Dec 2019
Incapable
Shadow Dec 2019
I have repressed my emotions for so long
That I have lost the ability to cry...
170 · Apr 2020
Final Goodbye
Shadow Apr 2020
walking this earth
searching for the sunrise
everywhere I went
I saw your blue eyes

some said you were
nothing but a dream
I held you once for
a moment, it seems

here I stand, I'm facing the end
knowing well, soon death will descend
I see your face as it was that day
so close to me where I lay

from town to town
I fought for what was right
in our love's name
I stuck to the light

the darkness called
to me everyday
you were the only thing
that kept it at bay

here I stand, I'm facing the end
knowing well, soon death will descend
I see your face as it was that day
so close to me where I lay

there's only time to
whisper one last goodbye
smiling at you, my
life departs with a sigh....
168 · Aug 2020
Grandpa's Tales
Shadow Aug 2020
On a cold starless night,
He'd light three candles warm and bright,
We'd sit around him and he would say:
"What tale shall I tell you today?"

Everyone shouted out their favourite tale
And he'd tell them all in great detail!

He would tell tales of the mermaid's love,
Of the farmer's tears and heavens above,
He'd recite us an epic or two,
and we'd laugh and jest the whole night through.

He'd tell us about long lost loves,
And of bravery and what it behoves,
He'd talk about the seven skies,
And tell us about that mermaid's eyes,
He'd sing about the oceans and rivers and seas,
About wizards and sacred trees!
About fireflies and midnight breeze.

We would all sit around or fall asleep,
And our imaginations would pierce deep
Into the skies or the oceans blue
Until the night sky lost its hue,
And the sun's light peered through.

We all loved him and he loved us too,
but the hands of time always separate you,
So now he's above the seven skies,
and watches over us with big bold eyes,
I hope that I can make him proud,
And fly through this life strong and unbowed.

So that one day, when I'm old and yet hale,
I can tell my grandchildren this very tale,
To tell them of the desert sky,
And the little prince who could fly.

So that in peace I can pass by...
To live my life and feel the love, of which is told in many tales,
And be courageous in the face of life, for fear never avails.
163 · Apr 2020
Before Suicide
Shadow Apr 2020
Stars laid out before me on this ever haunting eve,
seem to laugh in all their glory, while I can only grieve.
For myself and for others, and all with our disease,
our silence is solace for the ones we'll soon bereave.

I've laid my last brick and the wall's standing proudly,
a monument to the filth which always surrounds me.
It is me.

And I'm feeling kind of good again,
knowing the bricks keep all safe from my sin,
that with time no one will remain,
bringing a day with the ending of pain.

Sometimes I struggle to peak over my wall,
jumping and screaming to no one at all,
wondering if anyone is out there still waiting,
and knowing they aren't is sometimes frustrating.

Of course there is no one left anymore,
and saddened as I am, that's what walls are for.
I did this with purpose and now I can bleed,
with no one to be hurt by my dying deed.
162 · Sep 2020
Untitled
Shadow Sep 2020
Only one who loves can remember so well.
- anton chekhov
161 · Mar 2020
Fire
Shadow Mar 2020
Fires come and fires go,
Some from heaven, some below,
Wreaking havoc as they burn,
Or saving souls from depths forlorn.
Instrument of god of choice,
To whom you’ve wed for better or worse.
Eternal dimension as a course,
Gnash with wailing or rejoice.
A pawn of action in his hand,
To scorch or cleanse the forest land.
Measure of trial from the one,
Whose heart he owns as daughter or son,
Who are burned up or consumed,
A willful, waiting, choice of two.
Flames from heaven or below,
Preference of the lord you know,
To fill his purpose and design,
One is devilish and One Divine.
159 · Aug 2020
To the shadows
Shadow Aug 2020
No one really ever sees you,
No one really ever realises your might,
No one really ever cares to ponder about you,
No one really ever realises how interesting you are,
They all see you as just a shadow,
But I am here,
I see you,
I understand you,
I am you...
Speak with the shadows, they get lonely sometimes.
156 · Mar 2020
Here
Shadow Mar 2020
Here are my...

words deepest down,
birthing to have sound,
yearning to be found,
turning my frown
about face, one-eighty, and right-around.

This is my...

music exposing my present mood,
renewing my resolve,
tempering my fortitude,
ushering me from out of my solitude,
embracing my greater magnitude,
with unquantifiable certitude.
I'm more than okay...

more than alright,
this is my fight,
heavy smite,
that knock out right,
putting out life's lights.

I am...
this is me foreseeing,
see what I've become now,
is my vengeance, my reckoning,
here walks the soothsayer,
nice to meet me,
now get out of...

my way.
156 · Apr 2020
Not Enough
Shadow Apr 2020
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
      Not shaking the grass
And every night that passes by leaves me more empty than the one before...
154 · May 2020
Aging
Shadow May 2020
I have stumbled and fell,
More incidents than you could tell.
Within this journey of my life,
I have felt and I have seen,
The strangest things there've been.
There are many things that I've done,
Many roads, down which I've gone,
So I know most
          ins and outs
Of how to deal
               with all the doubts
With all the pain
With all cold walks in the rain
With all the heartbreaks
With all the trust that loving takes
With the weeps of my mother
And the anger my father
And the worry of my brother
And the fools that act a clown
And the times that I'm pushed down
And every single look they give
When none of them try to live,
The life that is the life of me
For it's not so easy to be,
Sympathetic.

All of this has made me age,
I hope that it's the final page,
This book of life,
With all its strife,
With all its pain,
And all its love,
Has made me age.
To my hairs that are grey
And the tempest at my bay.
153 · Sep 2020
Whom
Shadow Sep 2020
Whom then to love? Whom to have faith in?
Who can there be who won't betray?
Who'll judge a deal or dipustation
Obligingly by what we say?
Who'll not bestrew our path with slander?
Who'll cosset us with care and candour?
Who'll look benignly on our vice?
Who'll never bore us with his sighs?
Oh, ineffectual phantom seeker,
You waste your energy in vain:
Love your own self, be your own man,
My worthy, vulnerable reader!
A worthwhile object: surely who
Could be more loveable than you?
Love yourself
151 · Jul 2020
Insanity
Shadow Jul 2020
I want to retreat to a far corner of the world where I am alone,
Alone with the verdant trees,
Alone where the only noise is the chirping of birds and the sweet sound of streams,
I want to be alone and let my soul flourish,
I want to 𝑏𝑒,
I want to 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙,
I want to walk on mountain peaks,
To wash my face with the spring water,
To feel the breeze on my skin,
To hear the flowers bloom,
I want to listen to the sweet songs sung by birds,
To become one with the soul of the universe.
150 · Mar 2020
Sleepless
Shadow Mar 2020
The clock is ticking
My body is sweating
I toss and turn
It is impossible to sleep.
Shadow Jul 2020
I never really got to thank you enough
For this, for caring, for being such an amazing friend, I never got to say thank you enough.

I remember losing myself in the ocean,
In the flower fields,
In the mountain range,
And in the universes that reside in your eyes.
I remember my heart fluttering at the sound of your chuckles,
I remember your voice that used to sooth my bleeding heart.

I loved you... and sometimes you loved me too.
I still have a little light left in this sepulchre of a heart,
I still see you there at times...
"Love is so short, forgetting is so long..."
147 · Mar 2020
Advice To A Girl
Shadow Mar 2020
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone,
Lay it on your hot cheek,
Let it hide your tear.
Hold it like a crystal
When you are alone
And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
Long, look long and you will be blessed:
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.
146 · Aug 2020
The speed of night
Shadow Aug 2020
The darkness closed in
Silently
Without a single hint or warning

As the day shattered and fell
Haphazardly
On the cold forest ground
The daytime sounds
One by one by one
Slowed down
Until all that was left
Was the unspoken chatter
Of shivering leaves

Pulling up my favorite chair
I sat at the table
By the west window
Watching the remaining light
That clung to the horizon
Slowly die away
With each loud tick-tock
Of an old grandfather clock
Which proudly stood in the corner
Waiting to proclaim
The fast approaching hour

I don’t know why
But it always seems to me
That unlike the mornings
Where the sun’s light
Slowly spreads through the forest
Waking the sounds
That had been speechless
Throughout the night

When the darkness comes
It comes quickly
With the sound of a hush
Setting my dreams free
From the prison of my pillow
Faster than the speed of night
146 · May 2020
Autumn
Shadow May 2020
I want it to be autumn again
I want to watch as the leaves dance
I want to hear the black bird's song
I want to hear the howl of the wind
I want to lose myself

Lose myself in the autumn rain
Lose myself in the grey cloud
Lose myself in the depth of day


I want to it to be autumn
Again
145 · Sep 2020
A Jester's Plea
Shadow Sep 2020
Please reader, hear my plea
and let go of my poems and me,
I can no longer play the lyre
For my situations' oh so dire,
These are matters of the mind,
The like of which, I must say,
I've seen nothing of the kind.
So heed my words and leave today,
For this old jester's pen has dried,
His tears have gone unseen,
And in his heart he has demeaned
Each and every word he's tried
To write with a once ardent heart,
From all of which he must depart.
143 · Jul 2020
Greatest Advice
Shadow Jul 2020
Be nice to the people who have access to your toothbrush
142 · Mar 2020
Angel
Shadow Mar 2020
every shout  a drop of blood
squirting from the twisted veins
the destiny’s road opens
to another quite unknown corner

every shout stifled by heartbeat
of silence holds a desire to cut
the uneaten loaf of heart

their ears are deaf
a head of stone
a body of wood
fingers of clay that
have forgotten how to clasp a flower
or rise a hand in protest

music that has become air
settles down at the navel of midnight
it’s an angel singing
under the leihao tree to sleeping hours
to closed windows and doors
only the leaves and grasses of
the earth responds

with daybreak the lips, the nose
the hands, the limbs, the eyes
awakened
the air lost its music
the angel is only a love disowned
by both the lover and the beloved
142 · Dec 2019
The Raven's Call
Shadow Dec 2019
Blood the moon in blackest night,
does greet the raven’s cry.
Darkness bears its wicked call,
to this deep and empty sky.

Sorrow rings the call of death,
no other sound now heard.
Beckoned to the last lament,
of this heinous wretched bird.

Beams excite this dance of thieves,
bones beat the skin of drums.
Writhing in the fertile drink,
tankards pour red velvet ***.

Flames twisting in the winds of rage,
scream the woeful song.
Sacred are the nocturnal beasts,
to gather in this throng.

Chieftain of the danse macabre,
to lead them from the grave.
To interject gross loyalty,
as the devil’s most ****** slave.
Shadow Nov 2019
Have you really lived,
If you haven't slept under the
Ever so immense sky
Gazing at the small shivering stars
And the mighty moon in her solitude?

Have you really lived
If you haven't held the hands,
The soft, warm hands, of your lover
On a cold, crisp and bitter day?

Have you really lived
if you haven't felt and appreciated
The small things in life?
This poem is sadly unfinished due to my shortage of time, however I'll finish it in the first chance i get
141 · Mar 2020
Nights
Shadow Mar 2020
The sky is dark
The streets are empty
My nights are lifeless
140 · Dec 2019
What is poet?
Shadow Dec 2019
A poet is the gift to the world,
The one who takes a scene a vision
emotion and gives it wings to fly
upon vellum canvas.

A poet is a dreamer
who expands inside their heartbeat
Who lets fingers dance and readers see.
See the purpose of a moment spent.

A poet inside a human vessel
is a gift giver of a poem.
The one who floats where others dare not go.
140 · Aug 2020
Stand still
Shadow Aug 2020
When time is fleeting by
and the world begins to spin around you,
When you begin to feel sick to your stomach
and your legs begin to tremble,
You need to stand still

Stand still for a moment
take in a deep breath
Step away from the commotion
look at it all as if you were a bird in the sky
watch the busy streets of your mind
and let yourself breath

It is only when you can see everything from above
that you can navigate through this tempest
that you can find the solutions
a way out of this sadness
a way to accept change
a remedy to this confusion.
“When you don't know what you're living for, you don't care how you live from one day to the next. You're happy the day has passed and the night has come, and in your sleep you bury the tedious question of what you lived for that day and what you're going to live for tomorrow.”
Find a reason to live, to play this beautifully melancholy game of life.
139 · Jan 2020
Ode to Suicidal Thoughts
Shadow Jan 2020
i have the knife, i have the lead
i have the sorrow and the dread
i have the knife, i have the lead
i hold this suicide in my head.

i have the lead, i have the knife
i have the worries and the strife
i have the lead, i have the knife
i hold the ending to my life.

i have the knife, i have the lead
i have the deathly thoughts of dread
i have the knife, i have the lead
i hold the demons by my bed.

i have the lead, i have the knife
i will not live this dead half life
i have the lead, i have the knife
i think i'll have to stop my flight.

i have the knife
i have the lead
i have the suicide in my head.
Shadow Sep 2020
poem
perhaps this is a love letter, some wise words, advice on how to live your life, a cry from the depths of my being, a confession, a complaint about life, a description of nature.

But if you really want the truth - I feel like I need to write someting but my mind is as blank as the two pages right in the middle of my diary; I don't really know why I left them blank, perhaps them being in the middle is reason enough.
139 · Mar 2020
A letter to the moon
Shadow Mar 2020
It's been a while since I wrote of you
To be honest I've had a lot to do
I carry this weight on my shoulder
a weight that's heavier than any boulder.

Yes it is hard to carry on
and I know it is no fun
but do I really have a choice?
when nobody can hear my voice

I have no option but to smile
even when everything's quite vile
They do not see all these pointless tries
They do not read the pain in my eyes

So I am alone once more
On this cold and misty shore
Next to the sea
amidst the trees
Beneath the moon
I look at you
I look at you
I look at you
139 · Aug 2020
To the days forgone
Shadow Aug 2020
Wandered here and there
But not to find anywhere
Those lovely days
When I heard the cuckoo’s call
For which I gave a reply,
He kept on cooing over and over
That raised my frenzy and joy.

Lovely were those days
When I played on the dew laced leaves
And blushed the little blooms in glee
And in a rush to catch the butterflies
That took the flowers' daily surprise.

What lovely days were they,
When I played with the chatterry rain
That slid down the roof like shiny pearls
And filled my little hands with joy
To splash on my brother’s face
Who made me cry for what I did.

Will I ever get back those days
When I sailed my paper boat
In the little puddle in my yard
And had a fight with my brother
For plunging it before it reached ashore.

I wish if I could get back in a lovely trail
Alike the little moon high up in the sky
To the days foregone where I had it all
Of love, care and those naughty fights
That still linger on so close to heart
And never to part those lovely days again.
If only we could return to the bygone days...
137 · Aug 2020
Loving the night's queen
Shadow Aug 2020
I fell in love with moonlight-
in my darkness, shining so bright.
She danced in the breeze, lit up the night,
her glow consumed my very sight.

But moments in time soon burn away,
and moonlight just cannot stay.
As sure as night turns into day,
that trickle of light will go astray.

But for a moment, through the storm,
she lit my world, she kept me warm,
then flickered out, as is the norm
for moonlight, its fleeting form.

I fell in love with moonlight,
for but a moment, all was right.
Her glow, her dance, consumed my sight
and faded out at end of night.
Oh how beautiful you are tonight :)
136 · Aug 2020
To Nostalgia
Shadow Aug 2020
You often visit me at night,
But I've seen you in daytime too,
With the morning petrichor,
With the beat of my heart,
Or at times with certain names,
Names that set my mind aflame,
You come with the smell of music,
Or the taste of certain memories,
And I've always welcomed you with open arms,
But it weighs my soul down...

You are a blessing and a curse,
Without you I'd never appreciate the life I've lived,
However when I am with you,
I am left with tearful eyes and a heavy heart...

Dear nostalgia
Please come at regulated times,
My heart can't break a thousand times a day.
Do not weep that those days are now far gone, smile about the fact that they once belonged to you and you can create your tomorrow in their image.
Seriously, who weeps about their own happiness? Be proud of what you were and what you can become - and do become your highest self, even if it takes you a lifetime.


I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes
136 · Aug 2020
a truth worth living for
Shadow Aug 2020
I love you
and this love
is a truth that
makes me want to 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒
Shadow Sep 2020
Over the course of the past 6 months, which I have mostly spent in solitude of the soul and mind, I have begun to form many new perceptions and philosophies that have all become the substance of this great view and grander soul with which I not only see life, but venture through it.

One new way in which I see life in is that when I look at people, I look far deeper than the mere flesh and bone, I dislike just looking at the faces now; faces, like masks, are for nothing but trickery, especially for those who know this and so use it to take advantage of others.
I also highly disapprove of those who do only look at the face, they decide whether someone is good or bad, worthy or unworthy, smart or stupid, based on the complexions of their face; the acne on their cheeks or the scar on their brow.
I see people no longer as people but as souls... Yes, you are a soul, a much grander being and your body is simply the machine with which you experience life, a machine that allows you to experience yourself.  

Sadly, some people have not found out this truth for they are far too lost being the body rather than the soul, they are the ones who have paid no attention to their superconscious, for them the body is all there is and so they give way to excessive *** or ****** pleasure, to drowning themselves in alcohol, to ruining their body with cigarettes and resorting to drugs to fill the void which is left when you pay no attention to your soul. Interesting will be the day when these same people cannot get these pleasures, their moods will be as grey as the autumn skies and their tones bitter and wrathful. If there is still some of that soul left in them then they will cope with living without these things and get used to a new, better, life, free of such chains. If they cannot cope then they will either find or do something worse to make up for it or they will stop at nothing to get that drug, that alcohol, or the feeling of ****** pleasure, some may even commit suicide.  



Now, to expand a little more on the body being a machine to allow you to live and experience yourself; I say this because the body is, in fact, a biological machine run by the greatest, fastest and strongest computer known to us: the brain. I call the body a machine for it, just like any other machine, needs fuel – warmth, food and water, and oxygen. I call the mind a computer for many reason, an easy one to explain would be that it, like any other computer, works with electricity - neurons use both electrical charges and chemicals to communicate with each other.  

This is what you use to create each and every moment, to create each emotion and experience. And it is through our creations which we get to know who we really are.
134 · Jul 2020
Why the rain weeps
Shadow Jul 2020
All good words and pretty poems will fade eventually.
Like a mountain laughing at the river below.
Like a beautiful face you see for a second on the sidewalk.
Like a blue star glimmering in the sky, that's probably already gone.
All good words and pretty poems will fade eventually.
Like true love.
Like a good song to keep us going through the day.
Like our personal heroes to make us feel like were perfectly fine.
Like a letter in a drawer you were to bring to a secret naked lover.
All goods and words and pretty poems will fade eventually.
Like a great big whale dancing across the sea.
Like an endless forest full of life and chaos.
Like an aspiring poet writing this poem.
All good words and pretty poems will fade eventually.
A life without death or change isn't much of a life at all.
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