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Steve Page Dec 2024
When fighting your monsters
- watch yourself
less you become monstrous.

When fighting your monsters
- watch yourself
and arm yourself with virtue.

When fighting your monsters
- watch yourself
and shield your deep innocence.

When fighting your monsters
(and you must fight your monsters
no matter the depth of the abyss)
- watch yourself
and let your true self stand.
"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you."
Friedrich Nietzsche
Sarah Richardson Dec 2024
Webs of stories form beliefs,
influencing actions,
creating a concept of me—
until I become myth.

A synthesis of cells,
speaking electric tongues,
a possession of matter
by patterns that think.

Through a brain and a spine
and everything between,
a unity emerges:
scattered fragments
woven whole.

Interactions form bonds,
all the way up, all the way down.
Outside and within:
culture consuming society,
society consuming self.

Self devours body,
body devours mind,
biology consumes chemistry,
chemistry consumes physics,
down to quantum foam.
Arobeum Dec 2024
I am afraid of eyes,
Of thoughts and minds.
Afraid the "me" I see in mirrors
Might not be the "me" in others’ minds.

I fear the opinions, the whispered words,
The voices carving shapes of me.
What if their visions linger,
Ghosts of a face I cannot see?

They haunt me,
Questioning my skin, my bones,
The core of my existence.
Am I enough? Or am I shadows,
Fading in the light of others’ brilliance?

I fear I’ll never be content,
Forever chasing reflections—
Comparing my fragile self
To those I deem better,
Forgetting the beauty
That blooms within my imperfections.
Creepypastafairy Dec 2024
28 years old
I tried modeling by accident
Thought it would be good
But it was more food for
Thought
As the poses good more ****
The consequences of those poses
We’re too
Where did
                  Your brain
                                     Go to?
Lakin Dec 2024
i
I am nature.
I am tidal waves.
I am a doe surrounded in a flowered clearing.
I am a pack of vicious, snarling dogs.
I am fear.
I am always reacting with flight.
I am an Arctic freeze.
I am a ***** in heat.
I am thawed.
I am flood.
I am the wood of a madman’s arc.
I am what brought you here.
I am what rots away.
i am in need of a friend
Ken Pepiton Dec 2024
Finishing first
- a chapter flash back to Easter
in a Christmas Peace
reconceived past under stood
common sense before the internet
... sufficiently advanced know how
made accessible through this screen

Per one and a hap, laps
at once
sat
before me a Manet,

A boy pfifer, piping
a flat image,
catching
my question, why…

For the uniform

For the Zouave oath
to die before surrender,
Victory or Death,
as a child sent
to war
in the name
of God, by Time
assured the same iota one
assumed just used
to refer
to the God
of the Papal authority,
symbolized
by a cross, or two,
one for Andrew,
one for George, both saints.
in the blue field, left field,

at attention, observe the stripes,
thirteen, indeed so great a cloud
of coincidences, so same so often

money borrowed… jewels loaned
for instance
to forge a suitable crown

to suit the proven winner's incentive
to defend the title, each winter,
each longest  night, after
each shortest day, ever
time told true

Allah
In the name of God, the Gracious, the Merciful.
By Time.
Mankind is at a loss.
Except for those who believe,
do good deeds, encourage truth,
and recommend patience.


Waiting is, said Michael Valentine.
From now until New Year's maybe, daily I am thinking about how money is so big a deal that wars are fought to make debts defend themselves with thugees.
Olha Dec 2024
NOT AN EASY PATH LEADS TO ME

I’M THE WORD THAT MOVES THE MOUTH
I’M THE EYE THAT MELTS INTO DEW AT THE FACE ON THE LEVEL OF A TRAIN WINDOW PASSING WATERFALLS AND CEMETERIES
I’M THE PALM THAT TREMBLES WHILE PICKING A FLOWER
I’M THE BREEZE THAT BREAKS INTO A HEAT
I’M THE CURVED MIRROR ON THE SURFACE OF A LAKE
I’M THE AIR THAT STANDS STILL
I’M THE NOTE SLIPPING FROM UNDER THE HAND OF GOD
I’M THE ROADSIDE COVERED WITH THE TRACES OF PILGRIMS
AND SHARDS OF THEIR NAMES
I’M THE FLAME MEETING WATER FOR THE FIRST TIME
I’M THE PIECE OF A SECOND IN THE WORLD’S HOUR
I’M THE SENTENCE THAT BEGINS WITH A FULL STOP
I’M A HUMAN AWAITING A HUMAN
(WHO MUST APPEAR TO THEIR OWN SELF)
Rubianne Foster Dec 2024
Stardust swirls through the blackness
The faintest glow
Becoming an indomitable brilliance
The Moon’s rebel, the Sun’s insurgent
The one guarded by angels with shaking hands
Their exasperation echoes
Through my mothers lips
A hollow sigh
Felt deeply in the bones
Etched in the marrow, carved in the skin
Born of the stars
Born into sin
neth jones Dec 2024
low by day    a massive moon full
a bowl of candy pallor            
and this city is taken   to a more charming realm

more than one figure takes out a camera
aims                  and   i am not a real person
     but i am represented
       by an attempt     at something 'in bounds'
                       playing it safe
i feel like greeting
     and if truly bold  asking others
      of the quality of their experience right now
nov/24

[early version
Hello / I’m not a real person / But I am represented by an attempt/ A massive full moon /Pink and low by day/The city is taken to a more beautiful planet]
dee Dec 2024
A minimal analysis
a set of conditions, withholding truth
that need to be satisfied in order to believe what you think is true.
belief that is knowledge.
the state of being aware of something within yourself.
psychology presents intuition as a form of knowledge
which we know as having a hunch about something
which is generated by the unconscious mind rapidly shifting through
past experiences.
cumulative knowledge.
my intuition never tells me what to do.
sometimes it's more like embarrassment
knowing that it's there and pretending like it's not.
because when you're always right
there's always that one time you hope that you're wrong.
so now my ego is linked to my emotions
and I can't help but find myself, not finding myself at all.
the disconnection between, myself and my thoughts
and my perception of the characteristics that shape me.
call it derealization if you want to get technical
but I see it as an imbalance.
if I do not see eye to eye with myself then I am not equal to the other side of the scale.
I will continue to fall until I satisfy those conditions
I lie further more to myself into this poem and reach what is self-awareness.
so I admit
I will continue to fall until I satisfy myself with the truth for these conditions.
or at least until I know what I feel is wrong.
I know, I wish didn’t.
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