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I remember they say Hell from Heaven will come soon.

You should have seen how the people were paranoid and
The wheel of the world wobbled on a broken axle

My curiosity rages like a deep thirst...
Anyways i'm glad i lived my life Preoccupied.
Do you understand
All of this is your fault
Vindication is all that I want
Except you’re still on my mind
Filling my head in every space for thoughts
Unexpectedly is how this started
Curiosity sparked an interest
Killing me as it lingers
Implicating me in guilt
Nothing can cure this conscious of mine
Going down with every thought
Suspiciously I clear my mind
Pencils and pens create my thoughts
Illustrated with curves that turn to letters
Variety that turns to words
Every one has a meaning and place
Yet I let them remain nameless
aquanerine Aug 31
I wish I could follow
without it leading to dissatisfaction

my excessive traits
leave me feeling left out

and when they're the same
my sum is just not enough

my concerns become toxic
until I can't think any longer

I wish for a balance
while understanding both sides

all in this world of many
whilst I am just one
Carl D'Souza Aug 8
In my striving to achieve
joy and happiness,
I find it useful
to study carefully
all the hundreds of cultures
of the world
to discover
how each culture
achieves joy and happiness
in their own unique way.
For example:
What food do they eat
to achieve nutrition-joy and taste-joy?
What music do they listen to
to achieve music-joy?
How do they dance
to achieve dance-joy?
How do they govern themselves
to achieve a joyful and happy society?
How do they feel and think
to achieve joy and happiness?
Bruce Demos Aug 5
So we found some green pine cones
with black spindles poking out
and a funny, fuzzy fur.

When we pulled apart the scales,  
a pungent Christmas smell
wafted from its fruity core.

Speculations ran amok
until we recognized an
unblossomed magnolia
Can you ever, ever, truly know what it means to be alive?

Can you pick apart the pieces of the tangled red strings?

Can you feel, feel emotion: love, hatred, fear, exhaustion?

I can.

But... can I?

Or am i just imagining myself?

Am I inside someone's dream, or am I dreaming?

Am I full of love, hope, and happiness like I thought as a little kid?

Or am I sad?

Am I the wind, the breeze in your hair, the earth beneath your feet?

I'd like to be.

To be... something, nothing, anything...but I know that I will never know.

And so, I will simply love that I cannot detain my thoughts, but my thoughts can detain me.

I cannot be trapped in an open field, or can I?
F A Pacelli Jun 27
our purpose can be
one thing and many things
it draws us in while
pushing us away
it remains static while
evolving as we evolve
purpose is the light
that brings joy
defining who we are
in that moment
Josh Jun 17
Without the bird, would we look up? Without the ant, would we look down?  If our souls never reached out would we learn to love the other? I believe there is no bird or ant if we never learn loves direction.  Curiosity.
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