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GaryFairy Jul 26
The best thing we can say is "I don't know"

It is also the hardest thing for a lot of folks to say. They like to think they know things, but a lot of the time thinking you know something keeps you from learning.
Things we think we know keep us from seeing
Chelsea Rae Feb 14
It's weird. . .

The way humans shame those who can and do feel more deeply than them,

For having a more intensely experienced reality,

Just because they can't see it, hear it, feel it, then it must be

That we are just over-dramatic, that we are "making it up" . . .


But really, who's fault is it that you're still dead inside?
They know not what they do.
Val Vik Feb 2016
"Have you ever dreamt of me?
Have you ever written poetry?
Have I ever inspired you?"

Blazing amber blinds
my surfboard flips.
I clear my eyes within
the sapphires' atmosphere.

Deep within the waters of my soul
Sea turtle flows; that is where
you smiled and embraced me.

And I don't know anymore. . .
Will you stay
or let go?

amber? or sapphire?
Freud's concept of the unconscious
I had a full head of hair and you.

When I woke I had neither,
as the grey frost light
scoured my eyes true awake
I found other lies of the subconscious
hadn’t taken as hard
as your pretend shape

no real surprise, I guess,
but that doesn’t make me hate it less
Shounak Sanyal Nov 2021
You are my ocean of existence

oh, My fifteen-centimeter galaxy

you make me myself

yet we are so different

you are a horse untamed and wild

and here i am weak and mild

should have been me who held your rein

but its you who is making me dance like a puppet on your strings

strings of desire to gain the entire world

you are the worst AI dream man can ever think

yet you're fragile, so much that in a blink of an eye when my heart calls it a day

and I become too late to stay

you too get your bags packed without any say

you are like the best mine of gold which i can ever find

only that this gold can roar and pounce from behind

yet a gold mine you are and a gold mine you'd be

and I guess it’s for time to see

if civilization was an outward thing or did men really become true lords of the ring
David Bojay Feb 2021
i got off at 3:30 today
organized my music again, i always plan a drop and make some more
always trying to create something better.. for the fun
it was always me to take things further
it'll always be me to take things farther
but the purpose will be evident
pour everything within
every moment, for me
a chance to try and live it out
but there's no one
do i even need anyone
to feel... like before, the feeling of unification even when all is scattered
knowing someone is there with you, more than enough
but that goes, like everything
and then want
research research
preserve my nerves
i sit and learn
i sit and burn
i sit and learn
i stand and yearn
i sleep, it ends
i wake,.... here i am
i like this website because there's no character limit
maybe there is at 69,000
i miss having ***
it's okay though, i'm busy
keeping my mind entertained with emotions i can pick up with my hands
not really though
trying to juggle them
i cant mess my life up though.. but i still have to risk
it all
every rep... risk it all
give it, my all
create stories with yourself, by yourself
let the people come... keep doing
John McCafferty Jan 2021
Pale fading jaded moon
Echoes of the same old routes
Subconscious fed what we are read
Some consume such hazy fumes
Supposed repeats become belief
To each eye is dry and empty
When disorientation looms, Jesus
Our efforts count when only viewed

Hard to shake off the grey fog
As the pace of life seems lost
Host a place for creative minds
Build upon what you've been taught
Changing layers of further thought
When heavy clouds pull into view
Energy depletes inside over time
Should you stand affront or wait anew
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2020
Roll right to zero, give your tanks a stir

Fixed star to fixed star, running counter clockwise to stability

Beckoned and bewildered: first move, second chance

This incandescent satellite, so large and bright in the window

Like pieces of refracted light, infinite bulbs turning on

Empyrean, enveloped in moonshine, rendering them fit to recognize God

And should destiny be lunar luminosity and agile reason (or a seller of love)

I'll take to orbit and go for burn, peering through a mental kaleidoscope

To see the altered anima of my thoughts free from the pull of gravity
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