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Chandy Jan 2020
Youth + Tragedy = Phobia
Phobia - Youth= Tragedy

Living with no fear...
Hardly a life that they have lived
Have they lived?
What separates us from the unliving?
Anastasiia Jan 2020
I look at myself in the mirror,
and my inner judge, the ego
dislikes some parts of the reflection.
By contrast, when I look for a minute more,
and I observe the ego,
and I set a distance
between what is an illusion [ego]
and what is 'real' [soul],
I see that
Higher Consicousness loves me all.
INTEGRATE YOUR SOUL INTO THE SCHEME OF LIFE
Star BG Jan 2020
I am a gift...
Consciousness wrapped in a body.
A blossoming flower
A sunsets radiance.
A starry night.

I am a gift...
Consciousness expanding in heartbeat.
A seed of The Divine.
A Sacred bird of creation.
A blessing deserving to fly.

I am a gift...
Consciousness I gift to humanity.
A mirror of my soul
A part of whole just like you.
A truth we now both know.
FIRST POEM OF DAY
Aime Jan 2020
In medias res:
In between
non-present times
which are unseen.

In consciousness,
the past's dense
the future's vacuous-
intents.

It's matter out the airlock toward
balance moves the clock forward.
This poem's title was a requested topic.
Mark Wanless Dec 2019
am i sight
am i consciousness
i see you
A lie, just a little white lie
She told.
Was the lie to hide the truth or how she felt inside
Who knows
In time, a lie becomes a way of life
To save her, to save him
To save them.
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