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you
walk around- all around
see their eyes
these eyes upon you

see around, all abound
in truth and lies that
suddenly drown you

you are not a you-
yourself
you are a you-
that you made
yourself

what you call you
are bits and bobs
of other people
that you like

what you call you,
is the result
of what you see
in all there eyes

therefore-

if you want to see
you- the you
and not you- the other

you'll have to see
the you that's seen
by all the many others

look in their eyes
look without fear or terror
stare into their eyes
for they are merely mirrors

the you that you see
through them
is the you that you are
there and then
Karen Horsley Jul 13
searching for the truth
buried inside
buried beneath layers of expectation
apprehension and self-doubt
confidence camouflaged by reality
soul-searching scrutiny
suspicion and speculation
introvert – extrovert
are we who we really are?
copyright © 2019 Karen Horsley
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Andrew Jun 2
I have pine
growing inside of me.
Strong and thick and
resilient,
but not unbendable–
and able to be shaped.

There have been fires
inside of me as well—
burning away the old
beliefs and scars,
and shaping me once again
into something new.

From the tiniest of sprouts—
from sapling, to mighty
young fir, and old wise
redwood; I will grow
peace and endurance
and strength and hope.

- A. I. Myles     26 May, 2019
Everyone grows and changes from day to day. Thanks for reading my poem!
-Andrew
Josh May 10
It’s in the still of night,  
the quiet moments of solitude
that my mind is unable to find sanctuary in forgiving thought
my mind unable to reside in a familiar haven

It is in these moments of dwindled thought that my mind becomes a prisoner
delving into what is
what was and
what could have been

My truth surfaces in the chill of dawn
the yoke of my mind broken
my existence confirmed  as my feet tread the cold black surface
my indifferent eyes open
my weary soul exposed  

Once I was a slave of my mind
now I am confronted with
something unmercifully
something undeniable
the truth of my existence.
It
I never wanted to admit it it. I hated that it stayed so long. However the more I tried to fight it, the more apparent it became. The deeper the roots, the stronger the hold. To the point of my beginning was its end and its end my beginning. I let it wrap me. Take all my energy and love. Even though I could feel it, I didn't want to admit it was there. So I moved only when it let me, I thought only want it allowed me to. I spoke when spoken to and overslept to the point of illness. I no longer cared. I no longer felt. I no longer…. I no longer…. I was longer.. There was no I. There was simply it. And it fell deeper. And then I knew I needed to turn. To face it. While there was still some small part of me that could.
Creating a scene
Won’t make you be seen.
Not in real way,
The way you can say,
“This is who I am.”

Creating a scene
Won’t make you be seen.
The outside you show,
Is not how you know,
“This is who I am.”

Creating a scene
Won’t make you be seen.
Others may flatter,
It does not matter,
“This is who I am.”

Creating a scene
Won’t make you be seen.
Not till we can see
Authenticity.
“That is who you are.”
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Aaditya Feb 19
An argument ensued
between the two people
who knew each other
better than anyone else.

Every point put forth, made
more sense than the other's
No one was wrong, but
both weren't right either.

How was one supposed to
come to a conclusion now?
Hardly anyone realised, that
all that mattered was to talk it out.

The more they conversed,
the clearer the picture seemed.
The right choice made eventually,
there couldn't be a better team.
You always need someone
to talk to, that someone is
always there with you.
For you, in you.
Sillo Anderson Dec 2018
Jasmine tears went with the sea
Drop by drop, filled streams of lust
Spectacular aroma made *** the shores
And Agendas of menage stained the world.

For surely one must have seen reasons for elongating the times retained
For wants and needs to be renamed human greed.
But songful sins gambol on, upon sea beds
Merging ardour with the emptiness of lofting lust.

Never contrary to the man made shows of happiness.
Staining visions of innocence.
Untouched by misunderstandings, tasking greatly aversions pouting from reality.

But exceptional as it all stands!
Dire momentums retreat reasoning’s, conceiting the flares of hurt
Elevating progressions through revelations aloud
PJ Poesy Nov 2018
Trying to expediate the process in which
another man’s pain is relinquished can  

only happen in two ways; (a) drugs or  
(b) leaving him to it. There is a third

but that involves trickery of a rather
sorted questionable ethical suspicion.  

Fishy as this all may sound for the
sake of trepidation alarming itself

within one, must only come from within.
Other academia or institutionalized

theorizing shan’t ignite the inner lamp
or give levity to situation. Trust of one self's

own recognition in this be the path.
So, take it or leave it. Your choice.
Medicine for the mind.
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