#carljung
While I look at you
I see you looking at somebody else
Just like somebody else
Keeps looking at me
Triangles inside triangles
They pierce through me
I don’t think I can take it anymore
Now I can’t breathe
When I was younger
It was easier to ignore
I wished you were mine
That you liked me back in time
That you would choose me
That I could fit inside this city
I loved you from afar
I never had a name to call
You screamed at me
That I would never be yours
But there was no sound
Nowhere had a sound
You looked at me
But you never saw me
Your eyes wandered over me
Again and again endlessly
But they never stayed with me
Having a crush
Isn’t romantic anymore
Like it once was before
Every girl I talk to about you
Ends up fascinated by you
I see it in their eyes
Like all the strangers do
Proximity-distance paradox
You sit right beside me
And never speak
Still feeling impossibly weak
We never needed to talk
Probably for different reasons
But we both knew the ending
Long before the leaving
Attention isn’t love
Looking isn’t desire
Desire isn’t love
And love isn’t fire
Maybe I wanted you
To escape from myself
What’s strange is
By looking at me
You showed me
How I should look at myself
And there was no sound
Nowhere had a sound.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
Sun-fire clasping moonlight,
a covenant older than breath,
where king and queen entwine
in the mandorla of becoming.
Here is no fracture—
but the furnace where opposites melt,
gold with silver, spirit with flesh,
shadow kissed into flame.
This is the marriage of eternity:
the holy wound made whole,
the cosmos circling within the heart,
the Self awakening,
whispering: I am all, and all is one.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 12:57 PM UTC
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You're inside...alone in your hiding place
yet, the limited sphere of your space
grumbles with voices...repeating words and
scenes...from failed, denied expectations
be still now.....remember
not to ponder long on hurtful moments
cry, if you must,
but, when sun sets and moon is up
let twilight's soothing silence
ease your overworked heart and mind
dwell not on sad departures...take a deep sigh,
there's hope......look up to the sky
be still.............surrender
to a silent Presence...that
makes the wind move creation
listen to the music of nature
its peaceful murmurs
hear the wind hum its many songs
hissing..swishing, whistling
listen to the trees,
hear the leaves softly rustle,
the water....running....flowing from
a waterfall.......down to the river
take time...hear a hawk or an eagle cry
see them soar and descend with grace,
while a wine-red dragonfly, and a
purple-yellow butterfly....flutter
atop pink Vanda blooms...
search with your eyes, ears, mind, and heart
be captivated! explore!
nature, always leaves us in awe...
be still,
let sand escape from your palms
release cold, indifferent hands
let go of anyone all set to leave...or
anything that always seems awry...
open your doors, let fresh air bring in
new chances...new challenges, and
new beginnings...let them all in!
remember to build new dreams
welcome new friends, new faces
remember to smile!
soon...the hurting will wane
remember the cycle:
sunrise, sunset...live, die...weep, laugh
remember the Words:
"there is a right time for everything."
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...have faith....be still...
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Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
June 6, 2018
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
It seems these antihistamines
Are causing reoccurring dreams
For every time I go to bed
The same old scene is in my head
Like the one where all my teeth fall out
As I sit and pluck them out of my mouth
This one causes a lot of strife
For I've had this dream my entire life
So I searched for answers everywhere
And this is what they had to share
The native said it signifies
Remorse I feel from telling lies
Which I guess would be appropriate
I tend to say things I regret
So I went to see a medium
To trace back where this all begun
We tried to get mister Jung
But as the Latin rolled off her tongue
To our surprise
Before our eyes
Stood the spirit of Sigmund Freud
Claiming I need *** to fill the void
A conversation I'd rather avoid
Needless to say we ended the spell
I gave her my paycheck and bid farewell
And as I exited out to the street
I almost hung my head in defeat
But the natives words came back to me
Bringing a sudden epiphany
It occurred to me as I was walking
I really need to just stop talking.
Perhaps I'll be a silent monk
To help me get out of this funk
But that just sounds absurd
I can figure out how this problem incurred
I don't need to see a therapist
Or invoke a psychoanalyst
I will just continue on my quest
Until I obtain some dreamless rest
I'm sure I can find the connection
By immersing in more self-reflection
So when I go to bed tonight
I'll study my dreams with all my might!!
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC