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Nylee Sep 26
It was just yesterday I revealed little of myself to you. Then again I changed within hours and discovered a little more of myself.

Standing in the mirror, the reflection and the light flicker. The candle flame added another warm shade as part of me fade away.

A plunge ahead comes with fall to follow, it is easy when we walk slow. The pace of my thoughts is lost, ahead of me in its exploration.

Someday there will be ease, hopefully with more of the inner peace. The sweater will keep me warm, my armour will save me from harm.

So open to the world and vulnerable for a second and more, shields up in moments later. Trust escapes and gets captured in a matter of time.

It is dizzy and not, words in world and too many thoughts. Aging but learning, drowning but burning, the ironies are shining bright.
Poetry
What a powerful tool
It flows smoothly
Like a river
Yet after a while
Even the sturdy rocks
Slowly break apart
Poetry
Seeming so innocent
Yet with a few lines
Has my heart captivated
And I yearn for more and more
Poetry
Can be so beautiful
Yet so dark
Telling wondrous stories
Or horrendous tales
Poetry
Seems to be forgotten at times
Yet it only lurks in the dark
Waiting to be discovered
Waiting to make a change
Poetry
What a mystery
wmv Sep 5
From a Galeano-style piece titled "DISCOVERY":

He can see himself standing there, happier than he is right now. He can see himself with everyone else together, laughing and enjoying life.  But he knows, “That isn’t me”. At least, not yet. But he knows he can choose to be that person who knows who they are. He knows he will discover who he is.

He can see himself, just beyond the veil.

But he won’t cross it. Not until he’s sure it’s himself he’s looking at.
a piece written for an activity in my freshman year english class. meant to emulate the style galeano used in book of embraces.

dated october 20, 2015

roast me fam
imparo Sep 3
I am a small bird,
thirsty to explore the world.
I've got small wings,
seeking for the touch of the wind.

I hop and hop, but I never go so far,
my head keeps bumping on a bar.
I am feed well, yes, but I'll never grow
living in this cage I've always known.
Panashe Sep 10
I watched you from a distance, too scared to approach, you promised to catch me if l fell and so l did. But instead of being met by the warmth of your grip l found the cold hard floor. The fall was graceful yet painful, every piece of me scattered across the dusky aged gravel floor. The pieces were so small that l become one with the ground, buried and forgot… so l thought. Did you think of me the way I thought of you, you consumed my thoughts like a fungus l failed to eliminate. I had betrothed my pain but only one spouse was satisfied. And so waited… I waited for the rain to slowly wash away my pieces to the drain and hopefully only then was l able to piece myself together again, I may have been broken glass but l rose from the ashes as my scattered pieces became as ravishing as the crystals that gracefully shined as the sun rays met the fragile yet still alluring sharp-eyed shattered dreams. It may not have been restored to its exact condition but those broken pieces began to shine as beautiful as the infinite stars. For l have become as boundless as the stars, misty-eyed but hard-edged.
©she_pana
Carl D'Souza Aug 10
Do I need wisdom
to understand
how to achieve
my joy and happiness?
Yes I do.

Is my wisdom
my truth
based on the evidence of my experience?
Yes it is.

Therefore,
do I need to discover truth
to achieve wisdom
and joy and happiness?
Yes I do.

Does fake-news
lead me
away from truth,
away from wisdom,
and away from my joy and happiness?
Yes it does!
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?
Neon Robinson Oct 2017
Is burrowing a web
weaving a collection,
accumulating an anthology

For a far gone day
Stash them away
set them aside with a
what, when, why

rather than right
now ambitious zeal

discoverable.
findability.

Its the nature of the undertaking.
My minds an unavoidable reciprocal
Gratified by wasting time,
It’s just there filling space

Tucked away for a rainy day
In every nook and cranny

Tickling the fancy.

Affording a kind of intellectual gusto
that's borderline deplorable
accumulatively downright trifling.

Nonetheless,
even if it's unnecessary
I'll never get my fill
paper to hand typing away
uncovering all of life's mysteries
"I never knew it was toxic, until I tasted freedom with love. I never knew what it was like to be loved, without being encaged. But now I can take my decisions, I can roam free. I can be loved and be my own person. I chose what I do today and forever.
It was love before, it is love now. But now he loves me into independence. I discover more about myself. I find myself healing.The stifling breath, and aching sobs in my chest are slowly fading.  It was love before but the bad outweighed the good. Too weak and in love to leave. But I am not a possession, I am my own person."

- excerpt from a monologue of breaking free from a possessive relationship
Apporva Arya Jul 11
It's a tale of time
When I like him,
Then I love him,
I need him.
He left,life left.
I hate everyone.
I resent me.
To the time,
I discover me.
The real me.
And in the end,
I love me.
You realise that you had move on ,when you listen to his name and don't feel anything anymore.
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