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Filip Mar 2022


A universal concept.
Black and white.

So immensely dark,
yet so full of light.

A once in a lifetime experience,
a two-way door.

One moment you’re doomed,
while the next you’ll be liberated.

A cloud, watching every step.
An entity knowing which will be your last.

Death.
Filip Apr 2021
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A feeling nobody else is going to give you,
unlocked by purpose and self-discovery.

Not needing anyone, knowing you have everything.

Laughing out loud because you found it.

The one thing, most chased after.
A tingling coming from the deepest depth,
a frequency nothing compared with.

A sensation every cell in your body recognizes,

a constant state of pink fire.

In the rawest form,
love.
Filip Dec 2020
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Life’s spectrum,
we live in the middle,
sometimes deflecting.

2020,
a year who showed us total ends.

Total transformation, the good and the bad.
Hellish hell and angelic bliss.

We learned, we suffered.
We experienced, lost, and created.
We laughed and cried.

While hating the world around us, we learned to love the world inside us.

2020,
a loving volcano spitting pink fire.
Filip Sep 2020
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It’s happening,
Everything.

So, so much,
yet so little.

Death.
Filip Jul 2020
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Energy,
That brings me down.

An earthly ditch,
Reserved for ignorant people.

People who live for physical pleasure.
People who only see what’s in front of them.

Fighting over the few leftovers,
in an attempt to find realness,
not knowing how to get fulfillment.

Unaware of what truly matters.
Bliss.

Fight for yourself.
Fight for love.
Fight for empathy,
and fight for light.
Filip Jun 2020
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I want extraordinary things,
the things everyone can have.

My life.
My terms.
Freedom.

I will have them.

Watch it,
I beg you.

The harm you can do,
the spirits you can ****,
with something so immensely powerful,

words.

Please be aware,
of the poor, uncertain souls.

They’re weak,
not aware of their power,
always on the edge of the abyss.

Waiting,
for someone to push them.

Falling into darkness.
Landing in a dream,

of someone else.
Filip Jun 2020
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I’ll never be poor again,
A disease that powerful.

It changes you.
Your mind,
Your personality.

Becoming the devil.
Turning black,
Against everybody.

Throwing yourself slowly in hell,
Never to escape.

But there is a way,
Curable with desire.
Only be found in the farthest corners of your mind.

When you find it,
Your light will change.

Only then,

Will your legacy remain.
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