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W May 2019
My body shifts and the world is shaking at my feet
Yet the birds sing all around me as I try to sleep
Is my mind playing tricks on me that I'm unable to tell the difference from reality?
The physical pain when I'm without you draws me closer to you.. but you are bad for me… but as I sleep with this pain in my mind caused by you to make me want you even more
Was it love?
. it's a vicious cycle
As the sun and the moon. I'm the Earth you created me the son who you gave life in the balance of the right amount of warmth and cold heartedness
As I'm just a boy who sees the mind of when I sleep..and the beauty it can be but to have you together awake and happy together the perfect love it could be.. would be the destruction of my body in which I can bring your dreams to reality..
But
Right now you.. together…
You would never need to sleep or to eat you be out all day and all night and forget about the son you left at home while you partied but I'm only 3 years old… I can't even reach the stove

What am I even talking about? I'm crazy go to sleep... It's 6 am already
Comparing life in many different scopes
co'brien May 2019
in my house there’s a restroom
it has a toilet, a tub, a mirror, a sink
it has two perfectly fine lights
but I am enamored by how the light from my phone
bounces in then out of the sink

then that mirror, what a sight
whose hair is that, curled and untidy
whose brow is that, furrowed and staring
at what?
my head is cocked, I must be confused
and so I keep on staring

my gaze falls to the not dry sink
droplets of water arranged in a spiral
pointing towards the drain
they must’ve been placed there by
some maniacal artist
such a thirsty drain

though photons there bounce about
showing me myself
I think I’d rather
live a little? maybe I’ll just fade away
be swallowed by a drain, and sink
into void—this I’d rather

yet here I stay
Everybody whom you come across in your life are able to plant seeds thus the indulgence. A seed which only reveals through a conscious state of mind and shall only come out at our full potential, deep contentment.

A miraculous progress fed on our consciousness, a triumph to self exploration and development towards the inner peace we want.
It is a purer form of self growth through self reflection upon actions, thoughts, feelings and experiences of ourselves and others.

So do not drift into shadows after a mistake, change or loss in life. Rather create an inner dialogue, explore your experiences and surround yourself with consciousness, a purer form of salvation shall be met.
CL Fjell Apr 2019
Two worlds exist within another
A mind within a body
A body within the world
Both peering out in awe at what
It thinks is reality, at what
It feels is reality

Which world do you live in most often
Drunk, sloppy
*****, wipe, *****.
Wipe your mouth, get up.
*****.

It's getting to feel tedious baby,
The conversational tone,
The space outside my brain.
The *****.

I'm long familiar here,
The floor greets me
Like an old friend.
Like it doesn't hurt.

I stumble, and fall
As the blood escapes my skull
I mourn all the good *****
That I'm losing

And the headache
Unites me with the galaxy through the tile
And from this point of view
Things are looking up

And oh, God! the *****
Dillon Balnius Apr 2019
Translucent memories
Leafs falling from the trees
Green flowers
White rectangles
Blue circles
Fire in the water
Strength has faltered
Vacant in the mind
No track of time
Bethanybelove Apr 2019
When words are not enough
When silence is a sea of peace
And my highest self is home to stay
And your kisses can only hint
At the depth of this union
I know this mantra too well
A kiss that tastes of that silent sea
And lingers for infinity
When words are not enough
I bow.
I bow.
Bethany
2019.
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Yanamari Mar 2019
I don't want anything to do with this world.
Not now, not ever.

I yearn for eternal slumber;
Too wise for an induced end.

An end just beyond my clutches,
Not long left.

Air ever so heavy,
No light in sight. I've
Given up on reaching out and
Entering the
Light.

What use is it to
Hold on
Only to fall deeper?


Eve strikes as I
Lean my head against the wall
Undermined by the tar, gently bubbling,
Doubling in my heart.
Eating at my consciousness,
Slowly encompassing my eyes.
When will it strike this year... If it chooses to strike at all...
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