#concious
Oh my Lord please give me strength
To keep my faith until the end
To not succumb to the darkness around
To find hope in you when it seems my joy can not be found
Oh my Lord please keep me strong
Till that blissful day that this world is gone
To fight the devil and overcome temptation
For all I want is to be a part of your holy nation
This time is rough and it's been foretold, many will indeed give up
I pray I won't be one of them, so give me wisdom to avoid the hell
Of being she who from the faith fell...
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 4:46 AM UTC
I wish you had proved me wrong
Deep within my conciousness
I floated
Opening every door I came across
All of the forseen options
like chess moves
Knowing all of this, I'm too in-tune
I manifested this outcome
Without even wanting to
Thats the hidden side of being concious
You manifest what you think
I was thinking of you
Now the challenge is to grow
Untainted
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 2:43 AM UTC
Into a dream I slipped yet my mind was still equipped with the sub avert in tact I was free to than react
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 11:56 PM UTC
**** kicks
and my walls fall
I just give up
I hate it all
I lie down
I cant stand tall
every little thing
I'm hating
I wish you
would take me
this is my message to the end
And an apology to my friends
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
He hides one face
till there are two
then placed the lie
between two truths.
I'm higher than
the obvious.
I'm underneath
your point of view.
I'm higher than
the obvious.
I'm underneath
your point of view.
So insipid,
i will feign this,
indisposed to,
my reflection.
So insipid,
i will feign this,
indisposed to,
my reflection.
My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.
My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.
I'm underneath
your point of view.
I'm higher than
the obvious.
I'm underneath
your point of view.
I'm higher than
the obvious.
My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.
My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 4:27 PM UTC
To death in love!
The eye of ones heart closes for their beloved, their most precious treasure of them all clouded by emotions stored for them deep within
Unanswered love leads to a stinging mind of the subscocious, caught and rose by a burning ember of feelings, turning into an inferno,
Blinded by it, they will not acknowledge the falsities of their partner, nor their mistakes or even their treaciousness, as for them he is perfect, conciously imaged as the ideal and the best they ever had,
But no! God forbids, they learn about the art of blinding love while they sink to the bottom of a sea of passion and affection, in a last remote of a courtain call to simple yet manifest carelessness,
Small lies lead to grand falsities overlooked by a noncaring closed eye
Rekindled in a dream they rather follow their instincs than the truth,
Illusions cast by embers of love deep within the unconcious, like a courtain to be blocked from all light, holding on to dear of what is loved and cherished, praised and adored, an emotion leading stray,
The philosophy of a hated person, would be to never close the open eye of ones heart, so you fall not too hard when you begin to love,
But when all falls apart, realisation is like the thorns of countless roses
It is the heart sign of selfless love.
~ Umi
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
I’m sorry
I’m sorry for always saying sorry
I’m sorry I don’t know how to not feel sorry
I’m sorry if you don’t understand
Why I have to always say sorry
I’m sorry
Sorry sorry
I’m sorry for everything
Apologize for breathing
I’m sorry I let him make me feel sorry
Panic at imaginary mistakes
I’m sorry
I had to apologize for being alive
So sorry, don’t be angry
I’m sorry
I made sure to apologize
When he got that look in his eye
I’m so sorry
Don’t make eye contact
Look down at the ground
I’m sorry
Sorry sorry sorry
I’m sorry
Maybe someday, I won’t feel sorry
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
When we die, we don't feel a thing, we don't suffer,
We gracefully move on.
Conscious and everlasting,
In our eyes we just took our last slumber.
Then at dawn's rise,
We awake as someone new,
We don't know, what it is,
It is,
Just what we do.
We all could be dead,
That means,
You...you...and you,
We all could be dead,
Me too.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
i see that they are watching me
and an experiment i be
but i cannot be bound
and i will not be oblivious
for there is only truth in conspiracy
- g.w
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC
When did it become instinct to **** in my stomach when I speak
As if my words were something that needed to be contained
And my body ashamed
When did I start believing that being curvaceous
Meant I couldn't be vivacious
That I needed to hide
And lose my pride
As if my weight defined
Who I could be
And my tummy would remind
That that everyone could see
My imperfections
These are my confessions
I am self aware
I care
About others judgements
And the way that I am perceived
So I try to make adjustments
Yet I never succeed
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
Time, as it's measured, within lengths in-between
Wondering things.
Like "How much can i see?"
"I think too much."
"Stop trying so hard."
Confusion, insight.
Am i done with this chore?
For every thought we have thought,
More time has been measured.
And all the measurements passed,
Moving on, never tethered.
Every new idea, arriving in this sea of perception,
Adds more and more still,
And no limit is given.
Each seed sprouts more.
Hundreds it seems,
In pursuit, never ending
On eternity's wing.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
Lyricism, is always fun
to play with.
Going with the natural
flow of conciousness,
And not being conscious
Of the never ending film
Of life.
Living as it is
And know how,
How to be, is. Never
Questioning what you know,
But knowing what you know
Is as much as you know
For that second.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC
Who would've thought
The voice of ignorance
was so potent,
That the eyes of justice
were blindfolded
And the path to becoming conscious was hidden...
Who would've thought
That even a self driven optimistic could fail,
That a vision was just a dream
or that a prisoner could love his cell.
Contrary to popular belief
there's snow in hell
the Devil's cold as Ice
or so we tell,
What if he was a myth and so was god,
That doesn't take the fact
out of the wars we fought,
It wouldn't justify
The things we think we thought,
Or refund the things we didn't need
but still bought.
Humans...are gullible in nature
Giving their strings
To whoever promises
To yank them straighter
and believing in anyone
With the title of "a creator"
...think of the life's wasted
Don't get me wrong I believe in God,
I just don't believe in hatred,
Aint that the main reason why we ****
It can't be in God's name,
cuz she gave us free will.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC