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Decembre Mar 30
I cannot romanticise the fact
That I have no clue what I mean
My thoughts are an uncoordinated scramble
Here this
That
Something else
Something something
Something with meaning
Elusive words I pass through like mist
It is cloudy in my mind
I itch to knock on a door
And have it be Clarity who opens
But I only ever stand on the threshold
My feet glued to the ground
As a voice calls “come in!”
It feels so immature when I can't find words to say what I mean.
Vafa Abbasi Apr 4
The moon kissed the forehead of the pond,
as trembling stars embraced its calm,
as if the heavens, vast and deep,
had found their home within its arms.

The marsh watched on with murky eyes,
laden with a heavy gloom,
no star had ever called its name,
no light had graced its silent tomb.

It whispered low, a voice of silt:
"Why must I drown in shade and hush?
Why does the sky refuse to rest
upon my waters, still and lush?"

The wind, a sage of wandering fate,
brushed softly past and dared to say:
"The less you swallow, the more you see,
for clarity holds eternity."

Yet envy wrapped the marsh in dark,
it clutched its depths, it pulled them tight,
it drank itself into the void,
and severed all from warmth and light.

The pond, so quiet, asked for none,
yet bore the stars within its chest—
and in its stillness, silver-clear,
it cradled time. It cradled rest.
A poetic reflection on clarity and envy, this piece contrasts the serene acceptance of the pond with the consuming darkness of the marsh. It speaks of how openness allows one to embrace light, while grasping too tightly leads only to emptiness.
No more Monsters,
Sorry RedBull but you lost my brand loyalty.
I will no longer be drinking tartine,
All this caffeine makes me forget,
It causes problems with my life and love.
So I'll save my pennies,
To afford a moment of clarity.
It's like a drug to the fragile way my mind is built.
In the Silence
There is Clarity
To Feel and See
The  Beauty!

© Debra Lea Ryan & ?
04.02.2025
☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬
♥ Amore Per Sempre Anima Amica ♬
Remind me who I am.
Awaken me.

Call me by my name.
See me with a  piercing cold clarity.

I'll come running.
Kasansa Kuya Jan 17
How much of this is reality
...I
perhaps it only exists when you perceive
....don't
How can i see it with clarity
.....know
perhaps it is only what you believe
questioning the nature of the illusion we call life
Thank you for the finger of justice, Pointed sharp and clear, For showing me your stance, In moments fraught with fear.
Thank you for the sleepless nights, When you thought I was wrong, For the distance you maintained, When our harmony was gone. Thank you for the silence, When you believed I ruined your day, For the cold shoulder turned, in your own, distinct way. For all these acts and more, l offer my gratitude true, For in your actions, I found clarity, And saw the real you.
For those who have ever felt the sting of so-called justice from a loved one
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