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Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
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Genre: Abstract
Theme: When everything matter
Kuvar Feb 2018
On the tree of Life
grows the fruit of death
The fleshy branch on the right end
Where man hangs in perfection
The most beautiful fruit on the tree of life
Who caught the eyes of death
Death climbs like a shadow
Eager to sniff her scent
And in showing her love
Death took her to herself
© Kuvar
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
One may be,
A good,
Daughter/Son
Friend,
Mother/Father,
Wife/Husband,
Teacher,
Leader,
She/He
Or so many several else.
Being within connections.
One is good for.
  
If only.
  
If only,
One escapes the web,
Beyond all those several else,
With better intention,
Staying Good.
  
Thus,
Being Human.
Genre: Inspirtional
Theme:Humanity calling.
Simplicity is not often with me,
For I am constantly spinning myself
Into a labyrinthine web of words.
(It's a problem - the spinner in my head
Cranks out WAY too much thoughtful thread.)
But I know how pointless it is to live this short life
without openly sharing my truths,
So, full of ambition,
I endlessly aspire to keep the door open
To this messy box.
So I wade through the mess
Collecting anchoring chords,
Endeavoring to weave them
Into an elegant and refined tapestry,
Ready to be presented to you.
One that says,
"Ever see the sun as the star it is, hanging in the sky?"
"Imagine giant glaciers bowling over these plains,"
"What's stopping us from staying out all night?"
or
"Let me list all the ways you are a beacon to my spirit",
"Please tell me about everything you love,"
"I look forward to these moments with you every other moment."

But that's always, like, way too much.
10.17.17 Inktober prompt: Graceful
Rules: No edits allowed
Story Oct 2017
wrapped in the web of myself and another, like
wet clothes in the water I'm trying so hard to tread with.
the cat purring on my linted toes reminds me
I'm trying so hard to make Now a Home.
Andje Oct 2017
Another successful round
Another face to forget
And your heart lose a piece
For every tear that falls
And when your heart will stop bleeding
Will become a stone
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2017
I believe at one point,
we are all flies in a web.
Stuck and bound by one
great spider.

Who's calm and cool
when it comes to
control because they
can bind us down
and pull strings over our
heads.

It's the only way for them
to feel powerful, and that
feeds into their predatory
nature.

The webs they spin coat
and change who we are
as well as becoming what
they need.

A meal.
     Helpless.
            Trapped.

And we become comfortable
in that disrespect for us.
Yes.
At one point in our lives,
we are flies in a web.

Most people stay flies from
birth to the hearse.
Some people are natural
born spiders; deceptive.
controlling.

To all those flies,
people like me,
who flew and escaped
from countless spiders,
it's long overdue
that we become
one.
I'm feeling reflective today. I've gotten away from several spiders.
And it usually was the most toxic of people too...
It's hard to get away from, but not impossible.
Paul Jones Aug 2017
It takes a lot of      time and energy,
to spin a web strong      enough to hold dreams.
22:00 - 30-08-17

State of mind: calm; tired.
Perspectives: philosophical; spiritual; structural; natural.

Thoughts: from thinking - that the capacity for knowledge is only as great as the structure that has been build to contain it. A web is a good metaphor because it is a framework on which things are caught. If a bird flies into a small web, it passes straight through it. A great mind will catch great ideas because that is what it has been developed to do.

Questions: What happens to a person when they challenge themselves to become familiar with what they have an aversion for?
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