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Svode Apr 2020
All it took was one mistake
to change my life forever
Douglas Balmain Apr 2020
Judgement is our prison:
     the bars, lock, and key.
As we build its walls higher,
     our perspective grows smaller
Until our confines of Measure
​     become all we can see.
Originally published at https://DouglasBalmain.com/notebook
Kyliene Robles Apr 2020
i don't even remember the last time i thought of loving you purely
i don't even remember the last time i wanted to be in a room with you but surely
its not going to be the last time where i don't want to be near you
nor is it ever the last time i wanted to peak at you at a full view
you make me sick to my stomach, my very essence and my bones
nor the last time i want to not listen to your excessive yapping, put on my headphones

you question why i don't ever want to go and be at your home
but i don't ever want to make a church filled with lies, the best of them forms a dome
but why would i go home when i don't even feel like i have one
because every time we see each other all my instincts tell me to run
because i don't feel like i can be myself when you stay around
what the point in living my life if i'l just be forced to be your clown


oh sure you think you are superior because the almighty gave you the right
but that's not the truth because victors always makes a point to out write
to exaggerate their superiority because they won one fight
society makes hierarchies so overrated, it just gets so boring
your blatant anger just makes me laugh, cause you just keep on roaring
about how i bring nothing worth of note, honestly that just has me snoring


but who between us has degraded me, beaten me and that name
spare me your philosophies, you don't the things those things you claim
you consider me a hypocrite but aren't you just the same
honestly it is just such too much, a **** honest shame
at least i admit to myself when i am wrong, accepted that i have ill fame
but i at least have the audacity to have a head full of shame

i wonder how the hell are we connected to each other in this life
did i do something so terrible back then that i have to live with this strife?
you ignore my struggles, you would tell me that  your life was hard
but to compare my hardships to your, its as if you claim to disregard
that we don't live the same life, i didn't have what you had that time
you never get tired of telling me that, you just have to win arguments everytime

this is why i don't like coming home, everything feels perverse
you raise your voice at any time, each and every sound released as a curse
if it wasn't for the things we share together, there would be nothing to coerce
me to come and see you and try to avoid conflict, change every verse
of everything i say and feel when i'm around you, i rehearse
because i don't want to let me have a headache or make everything worse


i still remember the crushing pain of every touch, every word and every mark
all because i moved or acted and spoke in a way that seemed like a bark
but is it wrong for me to want to defend myself, let alone say a remark
all i ever wanted was for you to understand my side of the story
but all you see is the threats i pose for speaking out like its defamatory
but apparently you don't care because sole control to you is mandatory

i keep looking at the days when i knew i loved you beyond reason
but all you know is to put me down like some common prisoner in trial for treason
i just wanna escape your depravity, i want to change the seasons
because i already know myself that i already have too many reasons
time is always ticking in an hourglass, i have no more time for games and for silly treasons


i'm so tired of this ride we are in, we only keep spinning round and round
i just wanna leave this all behind, stop my tears from falling and my lips from making a sound
you and i both know that this is the way it ends, both of us will go down
its already on fire and we watch us burn, this silly game will become our burial mound
i'm letting go i'm going away, i don't care if you stay behind and drown
burn in the fires you have made yourself, suffer by yourself in your little playground

i don't want to keep living life as if its just spinning continously in a blur
the life i want is the life where i can live freely, where i can be what i prefer
where my choices are the ones blooming, choices that i concur
so i'll stop watching you tear yourself into pieces, i'll walk away
i'll forget all traces of you, clear the space you occupy without delay
i'll start living my life remembering this beautiful epiphany starting today
so this came to mind at one in the morning
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2020
Who says
[I'm bla bla bla]
[I did bla bla bla]
[I have bla bla bla]
To whom it may concern

Does I'm/I did/I have make you a human?
Are you kind?
Did you learn kindness?
Do you shared your heart?
Do you feel what I feel?

Truth be told
I have nothing to do
With all your
Bla bla bla
That defines you

By default
I don't belong
There
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Better Human Project
shamamama Mar 2020
imagine
all
heartbeats
beating
as one

taming  
mind
spirit
soul &
body

to the
sound
of peace
and well
being

and hearing
the earth
sigh
Heart coherence is when your brain waves and the waves of your heart are synchronized and moving together in an organized manner. When you're in a state of coherence, not only are your heart and mind in alignment, but your cardiovascular system, immune system, hormones, and nervous system are all working together in a harmonious and efficient manner.

https://www.heartmath.org/resources/heartmath-tools/quick-coherence-technique-for-adults/
Bullet Mar 2020
Wedge into a spiral of time
Repeating loops of the same old line
Everything will be forever new to the mind
Live through the unknown drive
Stuck to the ruling signs
Our stamp in time may be pressed beyond our experience
The ink we share in rhymes may be the pattern of our eternal divine

Alive
Dennis Hernandez Mar 2020
We build empty temples
Called Individuals,
Relation bondages that though not accessed,
Still access you and build your temples

False fallible structures
That hold this concept in space,
But we cannot find
Place here
So we create
One
In art

What’s more
We are
Each of us becoming
The lives
We live

Where
Self is only
The extension of this poem.
Unpolished Ink Mar 2020
To seek

The hanging bough

Just out of reach

To try and fail

And try again

To stretch a hand

Beyond the world you know

To pick the apple in the darkness

Take a bite and

Feed the soul’s desire

And then to venture higher
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