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 Apr 2018 Katja
Jordan
Insanity
 Apr 2018 Katja
Jordan
In my mind,
There lives two wolves.
Two distinct voices.
Each telling me to make different choices.
How am I supposed to know which one to pick?
Quite honestly, the stress of it all is making me sick.
Is the right answer instilled in us?
In our heart and in our brain?
Or maybe two voices is all it will take to drive someone like me insane.
 Apr 2018 Katja
Amy Perry
My mind is abuzz,
Like a hummingbird does.
It can't be still,
And it was my will
To make everything so,
Because how will I know
The outer limits of my essence
Without spiritual lessons?
Self-taught, fear not,
Happiness is sought
Through a curious burn.
The lessons I learn
From engaging my mind,
Is that I am not blind
To tuning into frequencies,
And avoiding delinquencies
With each new experience,
Learning to control delerience.
My inner being thirsts
For a gift labeled a curse.
I want to break these chains,
Be more than insane.
I want to be free
To be the real me.
Every great individual
Has ideas that are sensational.
So say what you will,
I will have these spiritual spills,
That shakes where I dwell,
And brings me out of my shell.
I have the right to engage
With my mind, uncaged.
Hummingbirds die
If they are caged inside.
Much needed writing session at the nature preserve.
 Apr 2018 Katja
farahD
Tired,
Suspended in mind,
Take the leap of freedom,
Break through illusion,
To a world without,
Fear,
Hesitation,
Hypocrisy,
Freedom from these chains,
Nothing will hold,
My life now,
For my soul,
Is free.
 Apr 2018 Katja
Amitav Radiance
The constellation of the night sky
Dotted with Asterism
Calling our attention to the mystical lights
Plotting an image on our minds
The celestial space is where minds wander*





© Amitav (Radiance)
*Asterism are pattern of stars visible in the night sky
 Apr 2018 Katja
kylie
clouds
 Apr 2018 Katja
kylie
if you think about it,
clouds are just like people —

they move around slowly,
carrying all of this weight on
their shoulders until finally,
they get sad and turn grey and
drench us with the feelings
they've been holding back.

sometimes, however, i think
that i would rather be a cloud
than a person because clouds
aren't afraid to show people
their emotions —

they cry;
for minutes, for hours,
sometimes for days,
but they are not scared
or embarrassed. they are not
afraid to tell others exactly
how they are feeling —

maybe that is why there
is always sun after the storm.
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Living in seclusion,
trapped in an illusion.
Lost,
but found.

Finally found happiness,
in a catastrophic mess.
Inside,
my mind.

Scaling the walls of my mind,
searching for things I can't find.
Trapped,
inside.

Stuck in a grand illusion,
no escape from confusion.
Lost,
my mind.

Is there an escape,
from this awful place?
I'm happy but alone,
my mind if left to roam,
roam the innards of my mind,
a dark place inside.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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