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Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2019
To my awareness meditation is not being in a particular posture, or closing the eyes, or breathing consciously. For a time being even it  may have placebo effect of euphoria or something temporary close to bliss. We live in the surrounding where frequency of interfering  energy is above the threshold to stir our serine mind. Never did i see anyone with ****** thoughts, on closing their eyes transformed miraculously.
Modern days meditation is being connected to anything for the higher self, it is a dynamic process of evolving through the act of daily work. The passion to fullfill the dream, the vision how it needs to proceed, the effort, and the consistency of the meditating body.
Genre: Observational
Theme: Reboot
Austin Campbell Dec 2019
feel lost within’ yourself,

it’s scary
because you attack yourself,
left alone in self-containment,
the blood flecks the inner walls
and you see red;
shutting out other voices,
you fall far and fast -

the self becomes as vast and terrifying as outer space,
a cage becomes a spaceship;
given the tools to survive
until you run out of oxygen,
beating yourself into submission
only to realize how, ******-faced,
a self-made martyr
floods the causeway without recourse to part the tide...
no way to progress -
to shepherd yourself through the grim darkness and uncertainty,
locked in what feels like
an eternal battle:
depressed, anxious, lonely, tired -
the vandals of personalities past and present -
come to me for round one, two, three,
wash away in the silt fragments
of time that elude me,
slip through the cracks in my brain and disappear
only to implode
when it feels like you need them the least
(because that’s life).
do you let the shards of self-pity shatter you?

do you let the tide close in on both sides
and consume you whole?

do you **** a mind that seems to never learn
what it means to love itself properly?

or do you write and hope the phantom pain,
the biting cynicism,
the bitten tongue,
and
the burning trauma
die down for the time being?

there is no answer.

or else you’d find it
tattooed on each cerebral
hemisphere,
coded into the DNA
that malfunctions perfectly
to make us each
imperfect.
Cedric Oct 2019
Why is write spelled similarly with writhe?
Maybe the "h" stands for healing.
Or maybe more appropriately, hell.
We write when we writhe.
Drawing lose words that form nooses to **** what's left in one's heart.
It's amazing how simple words can snap your neck; your head is in the clouds once more.
Wring my heart out and let it dry.
The blood in it is rotten.
Let it burn to a crisp.
As dark as one's soul can get.
Rinse and repeat; wash your feet.
Random. My head is on fire.
A Simillacrum Apr 2019
So,
you're needy
and want me
to know?

Well,
if I felt
goodness from
you, I. . .

(take a hike)
Let me start this serve sentence over
I repeat,
Let me start that sentence over
I understand,
Let them start that sentence over
I declare,
Let them redo that sentence over
I concede,
Make them redo that sentence over
I consider,
Make them redo that compromise over
I influence,
Make them redo that compromise anew
Poetic T Apr 2018
I want to reboot my life,
           to clear the files of
regret,
          sorrow,

                    wrong decisions.

My mainframe of thought
            still has echoes
of deleted files.
Nothing is really rebooted.

I'll keep deleting those files
        till the time there just
                               shadows,
            as echoes can be heard
      but obscurity eventually fades.
Viral Oct 2017
Summon your mental defences
Free all the neurons
Numb all the senses
Let the thoughts pass by
Abandon all emotions
Ignore it all
Emergencies are notions
Stop with the worries
Your mind is not defective
You just need some some sleep
And the morning's fresh perspective
ayesha roleyes Aug 2017
if only i could
try turning my own brain off  
and then on again
i wish there were a debugging tool for my soul
Traveler Apr 2017
They ascended
Left me
Earth bound
The world
Ended
Yet
I'm still
Around

Flesh
Eating
Monsters
Hunt
Where
I sleep
Still I own
This
Soul
That
You
Seek
...
Traveler Tim
Life is awesome
In any state of mind.
Daniella Star Jan 2015
Let's begin the journeyTo refreshing our soulsWith poetic words on paper
We take the bull by the hornsTo achieve the dreams that our parents have not dreamed for us but our own
Where we conquer each of our failures to wear the crown of our successes
Hold on tight to your roller coaster
Let not the ride of life terrify the potential that lies hidden inside
When your soul screams to be kept alive Rewrite your story with a climatic twist Before the clock stops and your heart regrets Never achieving anything
Toast to all the people who enjoyed seeing me fail,but today is a new day. No snooze button needed because my dreams kept my head ablaze and it's time I,we,seize the day.
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