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I'm not tied to any identity. I am not lost in this dream. I don't know and I don't care, is the best remedy when neo cons ring!
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Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 10:02 AM UTC
Neo Con's
Our character is found within our scars
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Dec 4, 2022
Dec 4, 2022 at 4:36 AM UTC
Character
There lives a dragon in my stomach. That pokes and prods with every scale. With heat from it’s flames that leave skin blushed. A bloated squeezing growing from the lack of room. I check my stomach daily. Searching for holes and bruises, My hands running over bear skin amazed. And yet, I feel it now, Playing chess up my spine, Each claw catching as it climbs up my vertebrae. Leaving chills and goosebumps in it’s passing. I’ve cried out for help. Wanting nothing more from this beast. But it leaves nightmares with it’s presence. And it’s wings make perfect walls. People just get tired after a while. Just “the boy who cried wolf,” But as I spout more words to them scrambling for help. I see the smoke pillowing out of my mouth. And before I could question, We were both just as blinded. I have a dragon in my stomach. Years spent together like bitter friends. Growing used to the burn of it’s hugs. Even dousing the flames on my own at times. A begrudging compromise. Now overtime the beast grew too. Spending more of it’s passing as a shadow over my shoulders. Even with much less hold on me than before. It still watches with delight. Some days weighing like a backpack of bricks. Whispering in my ear, coaching. Letting smoke fill my head, confusing. Most other days are more bearable. At night the beast stays on my chest. Like a scaly tiger it curls on top, With a kneading purr as it settles. I never quite remember sleeping these nights. Flashes of tossing and turning from being uncomfortable. Poking, and prodding, and burning, and now chilling, and now waking up sweating. The fog only clearing after spending time awake. Alas there is a dragon in my stomach. A spiteful beast that took hold there. With greetings just like an old friend. And when I finally demanded it’s name. “Trauma” the beast told me.
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Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 11:03 AM UTC
There lives a dragon in my stomach
There lives a dragon in my stomach. That pokes and prods with every scale. With heat from it’s flames that leave skin blushed. A bloated squeezing growing from the lack of room. I check my stomach daily. Searching for holes and bruises, My hands running over bear skin amazed. And yet, I feel it now, Playing chess up my spine, Each claw catching as it climbs up my vertebrae. Leaving chills and goosebumps in it’s passing. I’ve cried out for help. Wanting nothing more from this beast. But it leaves nightmares with it’s presence. And it’s wings make perfect walls. People just get tired after a while. Just “the boy who cried wolf,” But as I spout more words to them scrambling for help. I see the smoke pillowing out of my mouth. And before I could question, We were both just as blinded. I have a dragon in my stomach. Years spent together like bitter friends. Growing used to the burn of it’s hugs. Even dousing the flames on my own at times. A begrudging compromise. Now overtime the beast grew too. Spending more of it’s passing as a shadow over my shoulders. Even with much less hold on me than before. It still watches with delight. Some days weighing like a backpack of bricks. Whispering in my ear, coaching. Letting smoke fill my head, confusing. Most other days are more bearable. At night the beast stays on my chest. Like a scaly tiger it curls on top, With a kneading purr as it settles. I never quite remember sleeping these nights. Flashes of tossing and turning from being uncomfortable. Poking, and prodding, and burning, and now chilling, and now waking up sweating. The fog only clearing after spending time awake. Alas there is a dragon in my stomach. A spiteful beast that took hold there. With greetings just like an old friend. And when I finally demanded it’s name. “Trauma” the beast told me.
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Days pass quickly, But I burn lowly.. Time passes swiftly, But I melt slowly.. Days end with nights, But I, never end with night... And will, remain as light; From night to light... From dark to hope.... From failure to success... I love to enlighten; like a candle.. I love to brighten; each shadow.. I love to burn; as I burn to melt... I love to melt; as I melt to brighten... I love to brighten, as I brighten to enlighten... I love to enlighten, as I belong to candle.. and am full of wax; which is made to litten...
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May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 6:55 AM UTC
“Candle Light”
Sunela and panna. Indian chai with fresh milk, Fresh feelings. An Ode to Family Lulls the cat to sleep, The rain softly pelting. Patient puzzles Paired with white sage, Kashmir and lemon oil. Silken chocolate. Melting into the fire, A molten me. Moonlight illuminating Seedling germinating, The rain softly pelting.
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Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 7:22 AM UTC
Sunela and panna
enlighten my lips without touching my soul seize the moment and commit take me by storm and submit yourself to the sensation leave me wanting for what has been forgotten what has been forgotten forgotten enlighten me..... Brian Hill - 2020 # 248
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Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 9:26 AM UTC
Enlighten Me
Trying to learn, while I learn to fail Not to be fixated now that I have set the sail Towards a wiser me, maybe a brighter me Decided to travel through the travesties, Only to enlighten me. All I was hoping for was an illusion, Was it an illusion of my creation? Maybe nothing but just a delusion, Maybe I'll get through it, hoping for an end Never realized how I was missing the point, When I let my laughter suspend. They say it is all about the journey and not the destination, I always figured they didn't understand my situation What's the worse that can happen, they ask Well, I may come short of the handed task. Is it all in the process, I wonder Is pondering about the end game always a blunder Weren't we all meant to get somewhere, achieve our goals? Or are we always trying to fill a hole, A hole without which we can't be whole, A part of us, this hole so wide, It can make you do the unthinkable, A hole of the unknown in our very own little fable. I'm always at war to figure out the answer, Maybe the quest in itself is a paradox, Maybe I'd be better off figuring out the way To love the journey and finally think outside the box. The answer had always been in front of my eyes, I couldn't unwrap myself from all the lies The untold truth of what we were supposed to be, Not finding the hidden treasure but being the voyagers of the sea, For the treasure is what you see, When you become better than what you were meant to be. Just a little older, just a little wiser Now understanding that I was always a miser Holding onto my darkness and never letting go, Now I'm making memories that I can never blow. The destination had always been on my mind, Always right in front of my eyes, I was clouded, I was stranded The rewards always seemed nice But walking when I was supposed to run Made me comprehend that the journey is what is fun!
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Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC
The Journey
Trying to learn, while I learn to fail Not to be fixated now that I have set the sail Towards a wiser me, maybe a brighter me Decided to travel through the travesties, Only to enlighten me. All I was hoping for was an illusion, Was it an illusion of my creation? Maybe nothing but just a delusion, Maybe I'll get through it, hoping for an end Never realized how I was missing the point, When I let my laughter suspend. They say it is all about the journey and not the destination, I always figured they didn't understand my situation What's the worse that can happen, they ask Well, I may come short of the handed task. Is it all in the process, I wonder Is pondering about the end game always a blunder Weren't we all meant to get somewhere, achieve our goals? Or are we always trying to fill a hole, A hole without which we can't be whole, A part of us, this hole so wide, It can make you do the unthinkable, A hole of the unknown in our very own little fable. I'm always at war to figure out the answer, Maybe the quest in itself is a paradox, Maybe I'd be better off figuring out the way To love the journey and finally think outside the box. The answer had always been in front of my eyes, I couldn't unwrap myself from all the lies The untold truth of what we were supposed to be, Not finding the hidden treasure but being the voyagers of the sea, For the treasure is what you see, When you become better than what you were meant to be. Just a little older, just a little wiser Now understanding that I was always a miser Holding onto my darkness and never letting go, Now I'm making memories that I can never blow. The destination had always been on my mind, Always right in front of my eyes, I was clouded, I was stranded The rewards always seemed nice But walking when I was supposed to run Made me comprehend that the journey is what is fun!
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I was brainstorming while reading a book, Forgetting about the existence of the words Which once, took my breath away. Standing atop a mountain, Placing my eyes at the peak, Seeing the tides of time and the very history, Unfold, change and manifest. The rise of the wind, The rise in the energy, What a rush it was. Standing at the fields, I plunged my nose, Into the springs of hope, I held my breath to see what the future unveils, What will the winds of time bring, No one knows. I had my ears hearing the Tales of brave men fighting to conquer their freedom Singing the hymn of glory and hope. Instead of writing a poetry on the Pages of frontiers, I set my skin free on the continuum of feelings To feel every emotion there is, To heat up with anger To send chilling waves of horror And to get excited when happy. I set my skin free to feel this life. I now am enlightened, Realizing that there’s light everywhere, Every emotion, every flower, every being And everything is made up of this light. We’re all cosmic beings made of stardust That can’s be stopped from illuminating out The shine of it’s potential and excellence. With all the knowledge and enlightenment within me, I still wonder, Aren’t we all a galaxy of stars trapped inside human body Trying to find our way back? -Ikigai Poet
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:54 AM UTC
Enlightenment
With the hurt my wounded dark soul With the hurt my wounded dark soul Seeking little bit of the light to enlighten Seeking little bit of the light to enlighten To enlighten the dark my wounded soul Seeking little bit of the light with hurt Pour on me some of your light Pour on me some of your light Lend me your little stars to brighten Lend me your little stars to brighten Lend me some of your light Pour on me your little stars to brighten Delight me with your favour Delight me with your favour Let me feel high with every right Let me feel high with every right Let me feel high with your favour Delight me with every right Enlighten my hurt dark soul Seeking your light to brighten Wounded me, feel little bit of high Pour on me with little favour Lend me some of your stars Let every right delight me
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Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 8:57 AM UTC
Enlighten me with your Light
i often think about the people that go hit by meteorites how space shrapnel invited itself into their homes took its' shoes off and shimmied into the floor asteroid junk, hold me closer tell them they're not alone that one day they'll burst, or be swept all just soot in the end this dust, this sand can fill up a city i can be that city how likely is it to be struck by lightning? and will i be the lucky one tell me, will it shake the truths out of me will it burn my hair like it did when someone got too close and their cigarette got even closer the way it sizzled and made the air hard to breathe will my veins line up with the electric as if i were part of something greater than a body of earth? in times like these i hear the word aha! Geronimo calling from the light-bulb, brazenly jumping to enlightenment a tiny revolution starting in every little thing that can line up with the other a thousand circuits jump starting and brashly telling me to step out of the dark i could use a little time
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
STORMS
thinking about how the world doesn't really care about you can get really lonely. but it's also liberating. your soul breathes a sigh of relief, and you can just exist. it's empowering. you can allow yourself to take up space and own it. but mostly, it's enlightening. you learn things you never knew you never knew. you learn how to live.
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
how to live
Joyfully flutters a butterfly Relinquishing mundane desires Enlightened heart
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
Enlightened heart
When the world failed to Console, A Reflection revealed my Soul. I was Oblivious of where I'd been, Until I finally looked WITHIN.
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
Reflection
Look long and deep within yourself and wake your true potential.
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC
Phoebus (10W)
Death like all things Are a simple state Permanent in most But subtle in others Eternal peace must be achieved Before death can be final A life of wealth and luxury Can never find peace of mind Nor can a life of sorrow and misery Find balance in all things Life is a path in which to follow We must choose the right path Or we suffer eternal damnation Fighting amongst our brothers Spouting words of hate Will never bring one salvation Words of truth and love Hope with all things We attain everlasting peace For there has to be a balance Life must come with sorrow As it also comes with bliss Abandon all you don’t need And share upon those who don’t have Leave not in a state of anguish But in a state of calmness Shed the unnecessary And bring only love For when these things are at one We find ultimate truth Hidden in the mind For us to truly see
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
Eternal Peace
Everyone goes through some stuff in their life that they want to change. Something that hurt them, someone who changed them, a situation that could have been avoided. And we have to face the realization that we can't change any of it. I wish I could write a letter to myself. My past self. I could tell her that the minds of teenagers get dark and scary. I would inform her that razors should only be used to shave. I would plead that she didn't let her insecurities stop her from reaching her goals. I would enlighten her that no matter how much make-up, dieting, or personality changes she commits too; its better to change for yourself than turn into something your not for others. I would encourage her to not think twice. STOP OVERTHINKING. I would remind her that she is young and yes, death is unpredictable but so is your ability to reach your biggest dreams. Reach for your dreams. Don't think of death as a dead line; great things take time. Everyone makes mistakes. I would tell her that one day she will have these unexplainable feelings for a girl. It will seem impossible, but do not give up on her. I would warn her about the high school boys that will only use her, no matter how Christian they are. Create friendships, get to know people before you give yourself away. Let things take its course and you may be surprised where it takes you. I would explain all of the great things that I have experienced, and inform her that the world can be bright. I would remind her that her parents only want what is best for her, and they are more supportive than she thinks. I would let her know that people will leave her, and it will be hard for awhile, but she will survive. You will survive.
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
Dear me
Everyone goes through some stuff in their life that they want to change. Something that hurt them, someone who changed them, a situation that could have been avoided. And we have to face the realization that we can't change any of it. I wish I could write a letter to myself. My past self. I could tell her that the minds of teenagers get dark and scary. I would inform her that razors should only be used to shave. I would plead that she didn't let her insecurities stop her from reaching her goals. I would enlighten her that no matter how much make-up, dieting, or personality changes she commits too; its better to change for yourself than turn into something your not for others. I would encourage her to not think twice. STOP OVERTHINKING. I would remind her that she is young and yes, death is unpredictable but so is your ability to reach your biggest dreams. Reach for your dreams. Don't think of death as a dead line; great things take time. Everyone makes mistakes. I would tell her that one day she will have these unexplainable feelings for a girl. It will seem impossible, but do not give up on her. I would warn her about the high school boys that will only use her, no matter how Christian they are. Create friendships, get to know people before you give yourself away. Let things take its course and you may be surprised where it takes you. I would explain all of the great things that I have experienced, and inform her that the world can be bright. I would remind her that her parents only want what is best for her, and they are more supportive than she thinks. I would let her know that people will leave her, and it will be hard for awhile, but she will survive. You will survive.
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Tiny swallows circle far above White clouds Carefree and gay Below my heart wanders within Dry stones Heavy and sad How long before I can soar Unshackled? Come evening stars Enlighten my way By Wyle Tan
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Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 4:58 AM UTC
My Heart
Karma hits like a wave You think of me as a 20th century German margrave Gathering up for a nave My words of reaction are dried up like the desert of Mohave I hardly misbehave I've become pretty tame Scared of becoming lame Each day became the same You needed someone to blame So you picked me. No need to get become traumatized by it I've only become enlightened Thank you for lamenting your stance This act is what I''ll be entranced With When I take the world by the lungs By how hard I've swung And how high I've sprung
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Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
Margrave
Dark clouds enveloping from all sides Blocked my sight Like a strong beam of sun rays You came and ended the dark night Your light enlighten my way Now brightly I shine Under realm of knowledge That you bestowed on me Thanks for being such a special guide!
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 3:52 PM UTC
Enlighten
My woman was direly ephemeral and indebted to justice as she was ardor and auspiciously sanguine where gaiety always bona fide would cry out certainty lest sublimity always bigotry save her heart of gold
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Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC
ardor and bigotry
I've been searching for ways to ease my pain, heal all wounds, free from suffering, enlighten my own soul, and to reveal my own mystery. I've traveled the world for searching the answers. Now I've found that a way to ease my pain, heal the wounds, and free from suffering is to forgive; with the true forgiveness. The true forgiveness will give me peace, and the peace will enlighten my soul, and reveal the mystery... -Kanya Puspokusumo-
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Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC
FORGIVENESS
Meet me when the sun didn't enlighten us, but i'm not telling you to keep us as a secret. Let's hide on the shadow of sun, let's talk about our lives and how we live like this. Let's think,how we will shown up on them, let us show them how we stand. Meet me when the sun is glowing for us, tell me if you want to be with me as long as the sun is shinning and the world is spinning.
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC
First solstice
there's a hidden, empty place between the conscious and unconscious mind, it's a wallowing feeling - a standstill, a little uphill looking down on yourself realizing the battle is nearly over, ready for change and you say take me to be whole, entirely me enlighten me
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
lightbulb