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They see my anger
Fail to see my love underneath
They see me smile
Fail to see pain hidden behind
They construe my silence
An expression of annoyance
Fail to see the concerns underlying
They see my thoughts and expressions
Construe as creations of a cranky mind
Fail to see the limit is approaching the Divine
They see me roasting
popular figures
Construe me an arrogant person
Fail to see underlying reasons
Their fallacies, faulty preachings and hypocrisy
They consider me heretical
Fail to see me modern,
logical, reasonable and scientific tempered
Sindi Apr 23
Look in the direction you want to go
Not at you feet
You will just fall down
Into the middle of the ocean

But there are other waves
In the sea
Swim, swim, swim
Paddle, paddle, paddle
And try again
Forget your past
Forget your bad memories
Great teachers
Often tell
So you remember
Bad memories
You need
To forget
Your efforts to forget
Turn out
Efforts to remember
You find
Each and every memory
It's a real curse
Forget your past
Forget your bad memories
Great teachers
Often tell!
Scientific evidence is there that it is possible to block bad memories. You can consult a psychologist and/or a psychiatrist if need be. Best is not to make conscious efforts to forget bad memories. Practice meditation and yoga. Bad memories wouldn't be erased. But associated torturous emotions are set at rest giving relief.
mothwasher Feb 26
i like how the clouds come down, pick up my spit, then leave. are they hiring? every time i fail, i draw a chicken with a mini mindflayer crawling under its naked skin. some day they might look convincing enough to be seized by the authorities. a kid got the best of me when i was five trading cards for the real deal. don’t stop smelling the cheese, i said to the maze rat.

i like how the competition keeps me on my toes. are they tiring? every time i fail, i pick a name from a hat and mentally execute all those people. some day they might be convinced to drop dead. a bird got the best of me when the birch called us the real deal. the walls aren’t closing in, i said to the maze rat.

i like how my rorshach lungs are little Kara Walker demons in dresses silhouetted when they turn the x-rays upside down. am i expiring? every time i fail, i inhale, bring it in, until i feel wing-clipped and start coughing tar snot. hive mind got the best of me, the rules of engaging reality come with a coronary deal. the little beats are meaning something, i said to the maze rat.

i like how i have two temples, and each one gets a special drill bit from my spirit. am i unwiring? every time i fail, there’s a countdown that starts and drops to absolutely nothing then leaves. knowing got the best of me, a cinematic coronation for the mediocre is the reel deal. they never stop watching, i said to the maze rat.

i like how the am-i questions get the best of me in a real deal, i said to the maze rat
SquidInk Feb 24
these poems express the words i fail to speak
loneliness i fail to admit
moments i fail to remember
sadness i fail to move on from
heartbreak i fail to accept
loss i fail to mourn
maria Feb 23
1.Writing poems for you
Written somewhere between 10 to 18 of Febuary, 2021
© ,Maria
maria Feb 13
writing poems for you

Written on Febuary 14, 2021
© ,Maria

I start again tomorrow.
Indonesia, 11th February 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Space and time fail to confine the inner workings of this extravagant divine.
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