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They told me to listen
because they’d already learned
enough from books to know

as they burned my soul
in their book burning glow.
Choices made in ignorance follow us the rest of our lives. It doesn’t matter to others what we knew at the time. Many see people as 2 dimensional on their own 2 dimensional way of thinking. A person can only be their experience and memories, and you should forgive them for that. It usually isn’t their fault.
eliana Jul 19
It's only through mistakes we make
We learn where we went wrong.
It's only when we're far from home
We realize where we belong.

It's only when we close our eyes
Our dreams seem clear and bright.
It's only in our darkest hours
We truly see the light.

It's only when we lose our way
We pray to the stars above.
It's only through times of grief
We learn the true meaning of love.

It's only when all hope seems lost
And our weary journey seems so far,
When all the world's against you,
We learn how strong we really are.

All things are sent to try us.
We must strive and give our best.
I believe God is watching over us,
And he guides us in our que​st.
Like a teacher, I believe God sets us many tests in life to prove how strong we really are. We wonder where he is when times are tough, but as we know, a teacher always stays quiet during a test.
Arcassin B Apr 26
Creating Energy,
Is what I be on, I don't think you can replicate this,
Slow minds in this world, you might as well become
a waitress,
Or a bartender , its crazy how energy loss is like
handing out liquor,
But who cares , go figure,
They say "you should take scientology",
No thanks , not in my discography,
Sway me unapologetically telling you to get
the hell away from me...

New poem titled "Teach Us Freestyle" (Full Poem In Link)


©abpoetry2025.
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2025/04/teach-us-freestyle.html?spref=tw
Ken Pepiton Apr 16
Ai say, receiving via bluetooth,
oh, say, this must be our sign, soon...

On some curve of life function rectifiers,
we have believers who make reasons
for all individual inflamed,
proud local flesh
or agreement clusters
of our kind.

Should you have decided
this is the day,
I heard,
at your I level you hear
this is the day.

Your part, your role, react in part

We have been called.
Out from the shadows mellow,
no dramatics, satisfaction granted,
taken, rest and recuperate, hate later…

listen, this, in its word flow,
is part of time words exist in,
after being read once, right made,

this dabar is said
to use the pen
of a ready writer, eh what better effort,
effectually adapting
to our instant constant

in prayer, believe is a verb,
on your side.

We believe
we know how faith must
function using our faculties
for sensing needs, which are keyed
to homeostasis, relative balance
of the chemistry and mechanics
of life
in motion.

We can do this with no hate at all, wisdom
fruits entreated with in bubbles of war,
for some certainly ****** reasons,
we can infect your wished real,
reasons to beg for bread, real,
humility costs that gnosis,
and so do many religious
ties to late spring around here.
Amen, an intro on a 137 page conversation, a monk I know compiled/
I looked within and found a spark,
A quiet flame against the dark,
No need for praise or grand applause
I am enough, just as I was.

The mirror once a place I feared,
Now shows a soul that's grown and cleared,
Each scar, a story, brave and true,
A map of all that I’ve been through.

I speak with kindness to my name,
No longer bound by guilt or shame.
In every breath, I start anew
A promise made, to just be you.

So here I stand, both soft and strong,
Not needing crowds to sing my song.
The journey taught what time can't steal
To trust myself, to love, to heal.
Haven't always loved myself. It was a hard journey to find a way to. It took a large amount of pain- both my own and what I've caused. I knew I had to grow or I'd never learn to properly love anyone- including myself.
To those I have hurt, I truly am sorry. That man has died, I buried him and burned the shovel.
Nobody lives in negative infinity,
Life is not linear,
We live, grow, and learn,
In parabolas.

One U shaped graph,
That goes down,
But comes back up,
Even when you hit the A.O.S.
Open your mind and inspiration will come.
They say that the world is held together by the love and passion of very few people.
The people that keep the world from falling
That keep the world from breaking
That prevent the cracks from becoming chasms on the ground
That keep the earth going around

The children ask
Are these people doctors
Or lawyers
Who could possibly handle this task

No, children
You are mistaken
I say
For those are not the protectors of today

I whisper to the children
As they lean closer, unbidden
The very few people who keep the world working
Are the people who keep the world learning

They are the teachers
And professors
And mothers
And fathers

Those are who keep the world turning
The populations learning
They make the doctors into doctors
And the lawyers into lawyers

The world would stop turning
All the fires would stop burning
For if the teachers stopped teaching
The people would stop learning
This poem was entered into the iron pen contest under my legal name, and not my pen name. However, I am still me so I am publishing this under my pen name
irinia Mar 11
a paradox, perhaps you'd say
imagination frees reality
what if it's the other way round:
reality frees imagination

my lips forget your ironies
waters feel your surrender
the rush hour of something ineffable knows
you are caressing the back of the light
your words are crispy and salty

I emigrate into a silence that keeps its promise
I'll learn your steps like the worm learns the apple
or the sea learns the depth

light learns colour from its carbon dreams
Madeon Feb 21
you are not the darkness
you once wandered through
you are the light
that learned to shine
Mrs Timetable Nov 2024
Can I cradle your heart
Against mine?
Carry it with me
When I run in circles?
I'll hold it close
Is it big enough
To share?
It just might
Break my fall
When I trip
On my own feet
...
But
I dont want to hurt you
So here I am
To return your heart
Because
I will always run in
Circles
I will never learn
Not if, but when
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