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ryn  Feb 2019
Introspecting
ryn Feb 2019
If these fingers touched ink,
let what flows be
untainted and true;
unsmeared and sure.

If these hands mould clay,
let what is made be sturdy.
Be uncracked,
unblemished
and smooth like porcelain.

If this body pivots upon legs,
let it stand upright and tall.
So no wind could fell it down.
But should it topple,
let no earth will it shatter.

If this mind invites another,
let no thought nor idea
adulterate its own...
For its ways may wind
and meander,
but it is obstinate.

If this heart still beats,
no matter how faint...
Let its rhythm be steady
and unrelenting.
So it might echo
through long days
and moonless nights
to find others like it.

Then,
I may not feel so alone.
Piyush Gahlot  Mar 2019
Crying
Piyush Gahlot Mar 2019
I wiped em' off,
still they keep flowin'.
My white pillow is almost soakin',
need a remedy to this pain.

Don't know why but crying feels good.
Letting your anger out.
Shedding off your ego,
Introspecting,
I guess these tears are the holly water,
Which is gonna purify my soul.
:'(
Amitav Radiance Dec 2014
While introspecting
I came closer, to myself
Being distanced
I forgot the language
In which scripts were written
Became myopic
And veered farther
Enjoying being away
Lost in the din
Never realizing
I was being swept away
From myself
While my soul yearned
For a rendezvous
I was oblivious
Seduced by the glib talkers
Became gullible
And yielded to the manipulations
Was a hallucinating ride
In the scariest roller coasters
Mind in a jumble
Entangled in the web of lies
Now, I have come back
From the brink of oblivion
To myself
Once more to listen
To my soul and heart
A union
After a struggle
Piyush Gahlot Sep 2018
I stand in the middle of the road,
Gazing past the path I have traveled,
The path that's yet to be measured.
Wondering how I have changed from a kid to a teenager and then to an adult.
Introspecting my progress,
thrilled for new ways to discover.

I stand in the middle somewhere.
Afraid, excited and hopeful.
Rasmia Oct 2016
I lost a friend...
and it hurts so much
I lost a friend
I wake up each morning in tears

The thought that what once was
is no more is unimaginable.
We were suppose to make it
to the top.
We were suppose to achieve our
dreams.

I lost a friend...
who I've known for
years.

I lost a friend
who became so much more.

All my memories of him are pleasant.
The only thing I frown at is me when
I would act like a brat but he knew how to
combat that.

Met him in high school but
this summer it felt like
I met someone new.

All day messaging
all night talking
even some early morning
introspecting.

Hard to believe that months later
you are no longer here with me.

I write these words with full
tears in my eyes. I can't see the page
I'm looking towards the sky literally
asking God why.

I'm heart-broken.

One understands
The fairness of
"Everything is FAIR in LOVE & War..."

Just introspecting that extra dimension
I'm living besides my BELOVED
From morning till night

Wake up with such an uneasy feeling
Of being besides my beloved
Take bath and feel
As if you are pouring water
On my Beloved's body
Look into the mirror
And you see the reflection of your BELOVED
Dress up and try multiple combinations of styles
Hoping it will be liked by BELOVED
On the way, lost in dream of your BELOVED
Whether you are in public transport
Walking or driving
Your eyes are transfixed
During tea-breaks & snacks
Try to be as close and near
In vicinity of your BELOVED's vision
Even an exchange of
Hi-Hello gives so much cheers...
And how about
Taking every opportunity of
Being of some help to the BELOVED
I can lay down my eyes, heart
And even life on BELOVED's path
And when I come back home
And plant so many kisses
On my invisible BELOVED
I carry along with my BLOVED
I talk alone, pamper my BELOVED
Sometimes even scold for no reason
And then apologize and say sorry

During nights, hug to a pillow
Feeling BELOVED is sleeping besides
I become a puppy and curl up
To my BELOVED's body
And I talk of stars and moon
TEll my BELOVED stories
Till we fall asleep
Getting up in the middle of the night
Thinking of BELOVED
Seeing everything in darkness
Searching and realizing
I am still alone

And whatever I'm doing is due to LOVE
"Everything is fair in LOVE and whatever..."
Harley Hucof Jan 2021
Objectively i step out,
dissecting, inspecting, introspecting,
analysing what is to become of me.

You interpret my words and call it psychology

My main problem is communication,
Inherited from my mother ,
Though i earned a masters in the latter,

My perverseness came from my father
But who could ever blame the parents ?

Since reality is merely a fragment
associated to humans, and i accept that.

Subjectively i dig in , search , meditate and contemplate
i conclude the path is still long ahead however my herritage assures me that i am already there

If Jazz could be committed to ink and paper
assorted with therapy
the results would be similar to my humble poetry


Words Of Harfouchism
Psychoanalysis
midnight prague  Dec 2010
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midnight prague Dec 2010
T
I need a film to describe this
to get the message through in complete
character
mind blowing
subductive
subjective introspecting learning
through another mind in all that
its given for
I know you
but your my stranger
I carry you in between my fingers
I laugh at your curiosity
and beg to differ from
so many disciplines that have
frowned upon our new land
corsette love
imagine the thrill
imagine the drill
into the lightest and deepest core
within every unknown dark thing
inside of your small body
Im familiar with it
I embrace it
I cant control myself
and wish you would do the same
when in a menace sorounding
your purging in my mind
like atomic warfare
Meenu Syriac Mar 2014
Silence
The world around keeps revolving
Standing in the center and seeing it in motion
Faces, humans, people about
Rising and falling
Breaking and making.
I like this spot
Introspecting the humankind.
This silence, it clears my mind.
If we could all talk less
And listen to each other.
Make thus no rambling
Just talk what matters
And listen to what counts.

We could all then listen
To the voices never heard
The cry for a loaf of bread
The little girl who wanted to learn.
The man who never had a roof above his head
And the dying mother, aching for a healing touch.
What selfishness we have taught our children
That only the green can get us through the day.
What hypocrisy we have woven into our legacies of destruction.
Now find ourselves caught in our own web of lies.

Maybe if we could all just hold hands
And keep a moment or two silent
Maybe the cries of help and pain
From far across the desert
Will make its way into our lives .
Maybe then, our eyes will open
To the ignorance we "treasured" all this while
And perhaps then, lend a helping hand.
Virginia Mbaluka Mar 2013
People know and talk about you all the time
But i don't know you or communicate with you
Is like talking to myself, introspecting my thoughts that never existed

You are like air and wind
People can't touch or feel you
You a ghost
Swerving, interweaving and tormenting
Those who can't see, touch, feel or get closer to know you

I want to meet this friend who is alive but dead
i want to know and understand you but you like a white blank paper
i see people getting closer to you but there is black curtain blocking me
people express their feelings and experience of you
but i'm in another world experience loneliness, joylessness
as i strain my eyes to look for you
the image of you disappear in a thin layer
but how can i see, know or touch you if you never existed
Sally A Bayan Mar 2019
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Easily, another week went by
11:30 pm, another day's end is nigh
gratitude fills my every sigh...
before bedtime, comes introspecting
...... always leaves me wondering :
:::::
did   i strew new seeds of love today?
did i water the growing ones that sway
so they may harden, spread and multiply?
:::::
did flowers of sympathy and understanding
grow within me this day?
did   i ignore someone crying
did i make a sad face  smile? beaming ,
like  those amazing wildflowers along the way?
:::::
there are nights, i could easily fall asleep
then there are nights that leave me in doubt,
my conscience and my thoughts  debate,  keep-
ing me awake....through  yet, another dawn
:::::
a new day, a new chance for my soul... to heed
a small voice ... to give flowers, to plant new seeds.
to  not trample on wildflowers and unwanted weeds...


Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
March 26, 2019
Kabelo Maverick May 2014
Condescend to bend the edge of a razor
A half opened door to shaking hands with failure
Emptiness, nothing, heart beats numb
Craziness cunning hard for a kiss of ***
Flashbacks introspecting this Life I lead
Prospects projecting these lines I reap
Would I trade it all for $omething?

**I'd rather die for nothing...!
Introspect to Retrospect for the Prospect

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