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cder Feb 2018
Amanda's Hunger

She has a habit of wandering off,
Whilst being in one place.
She'd be staring out the window
Manipulating what she saw,
Into what she wanted it to be.

"I'm hungry"
She'd say, mid mindless gazing,
Only it was rarely for food
But rather for exploration,
Discovery and experiences.

Her soul starved
Of authentic auras that warm you,
Of colliding chords that form aching symphonies,
Of chaotic creations by everyone and anyone,
Of galaxies that we are made from,
Of the beauty she longs to see.

And in these times,
Where her mind is everywhere else,
I imagine she is there where she belongs
With her chaotic people,
Blaring symphonies,
Clashing souls,
Expressive creations,
The Galaxy she is deserving of.
May you be filled with life, my dear.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Elements of non-sense
Ego, desire, greed, anger, and attachment
Wonderfully wired
Culture of hate, cruelty and war
Radiant flame
Caged human rights
Tears of humanity
Portrait of maternal society

Need air to breathe
Try to discover self
Nothing more sacred
Than a spiritual denominator
Anthem of love
Being human
True value of life
Smell of a human touch
Foundation of hug
Vote for humanity
Everyone wins
Rest in peace

बुद्धम् शरणम् गच्छामि
बुद्धम् शरणम् गच्छामि (Buddham saranam gacchami), means go to the Buddha for refuge. Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Here I am, in front of myself
Trying to recognize me
What I am to myself
What I am to the rest

Am I the shadow of myself
Or the shadow belongs to me
Wisdom of mine, may set this shadow free

Some days I cast my shadow
Some days my shadow possess me.

I wonder,
why can’t we have the same vision
Me, and the shadow,
Though we have the same pair of eyes
I wonder, do shadow knows my thoughts
At the time when I possess it

The same shadow taught me a lesson
At the time of light, it was with me
In dark, it disappeared.
Forever is relative.

Am I the shadow of myself
Or the shadow belongs to me
Discovering self through search within.
Midnight Feb 2018
I'm on a journey
To find
What I lost
My soul
My spirit
My mind//
No map
No compass
No GPS
Can find
What I'm
Searching for//
A soul cleanse
Rediscovery
Unity
I crave it
I'll catch it
I'll become it//
SeaChel Feb 2018
In this society,
you cannot be at peace with who you are.
You must always find something wrong
with your biological makeup
and every choice that has shaped your personality.

They say, "love yourself,"
yet shame and call those who do narcissists.
Well,
I chose to separate myself from this hypocrisy.

I am beautiful,
I am clever,
I am funny,
I am not perfect,
I am me.

I chose to accept all of it;
the ups and the downs,
my vices and virtues,
every single experience I have in life
that will help me grow
into who I am becoming.

**** society,
**** the media,
and *******.
I apologize that this has no structure and is just utter word *****... You really can't even call this poetry.  
I've been going back through my writings from a few years ago and feel they have more of a flow and style.  I'm obviously very different from who I was then, however, so I'm re-defining my style.  
Sometimes you have to destroy it all and find the new out of the chaos (word *****)
ashley lingy Jan 2018
You tried to buy my love
All I wanted
Was a rushing river of affection
You, however, sprang a leak of trinkets and ****** movies
For years, I stayed
My heart never knew any different
Cracking everyday, bit by bit
Inevitably, the dam broke
We split

Years later
I found a man
Who offered me that rushing river
And lead me all the way to the ocean
We gaze at the horizon, my hand in his
Before this moment
I thought I was indelibly damaged
I look to this beautiful soul that found me
I let him sweep me away with the tide
Suzanne S Jan 2018
Can you breathe yet?
Swallowing shards of glass like they will give you clarity
Or closure
a screen door that slams on their way out of your heart

Here it is
Splayed out between your fingers
Nails filled with packed earth
Stained lime green and screaming
From the graveyard that is your home
This is who you are

But can you breathe yet?
Watching as the bars of your gilded cage
Melt together in the burning heat
And inside you a skeleton dances
In the same ocean that will drown your heart

The end of watch is nigh and you have nothing to show
For the quest to find yourself
The one that pulled the world apart
But you
And all the scars that entails

So can you breathe yet?
You have made it to journey’s end and still your lungs can’t accept the air
So sure that there was to be something more
Another monster to run from
or a *** of gold
Or a princess in a tower

I have been the monster and the princess and the grass stained hand
I have found that all those rainbows and all the thorns
I spent years trying to unwind
Always end in my own arms
And it is you who will hold yourself in your own muddied hands
And allow your lungs to breathe again.
ashley lingy Jan 2018
is to never seek them out

don't fret

they find you

the second rule

is that when they find you

a muse takes

your heart

your time

your vision

the third rule

is that with those parts of you

a muse drives you to the impossible
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