#enlightening
I’ve seen too much, held behind these eye lids.
I've learned that the dark is no place I can rest.
It shows me everything that hides in its corners.
With Every stubborn pulse beating in my Worn-out chest.
With Every stubborn pulse beating in my Worn-out chest.
I flinch at kindness like it's gonna turn around and bite.
Because most smiles that I've seen were a mask that betrayed.
I keep my room much brighter when its night—
My body is here, I think. Maybe in part.
But the rest is somewhere else I left. unclaimed.
I built shrines of silence inside my own heart,
Where I hid my crying echo, and gave it, its own name.
When someone asks me why I never go to sleep,
A version of me steps in front of me to lie.
Cause sleep is a place that's just way too deep,
For someone who truly feels like they have already died.
Someone is always moving underneath my pale skin—
I'm nothing but an actor mouthing someone's borrowed truth.
I close up and I break as the thoughts are swarming in.
And I choke on even the quietest taste of their proof.
I stay wide awake thinking pain is gonna pass.
But it doesn't. It stays here and lives in my bed.
My comfort is a broken window of shattered glass—
But it never makes me try to fix my ever-shattered head.
I taught myself how to speak from underneath pauses,
And how not to feel, with my own blood and meds.
You say that love exists? Then show me where the clause is,
Saying “nothing that will live will be punished when it's dead.”
I almost opened up my heart once. And it burned.
Not with fire, just with that light I knew I shouldn’t touch.
You say we're worth trust? Let's see if it returns,
If you abandon it like faith and leave it cold and untouched.
I wish I knew how not to leave my own trail.
But my presence cuts the air, and I know I can't pretend.
I stitch it back together, each time that I inhale,
My own conscious effort just to draw my next breath.
These eyes must stay open. And That’s the only rule.
So, I'm counting every crack in the wall and in the door.
My heartbeats break open. My blood is in a pool.
Not so much now, but that used to mean more.
Might as well nail the door, I know I'll never unseal.
Or the self in the mirror would start turning away.
Cause to truly open up, would just make it too real.
And nothing real has ever entered my life to stay.
So never again, will I close tired my eyes.
You can Keep your strong skin. I will keep the scars.
I keep swallowing locks, in my chest they reside.
And never again, will I open my heart.
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC
The internet could have freed us.
Now we know for sure it doesn't need us.
Endless babbling repeated tropes.
Posted by morons and losers and brain dead teen aged dopes.
Vacuous and vague , nothing said nothing heard.
Not a thought nothing original
not a word.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 1:21 AM UTC
As the world revolves, my heart yearns to be more than the limits that they claim I must be.
The consensus may whisper, "He's just a man,"
No! I am that I am and I am, everything!
I am the essence of both God and beast,
A masterpiece in the chaos, a soul's sacred feast.
I seek to master peace, my spirit's sweet release,
Yet before that moment, I’ll live life with ease.
I’ll embrace abundance, fill my days with delight,
Nourishing my soul, setting my mind alight.
For I am everything, and everything resides
Within the depths of me, where unity abides.
We are one in essence, though branches we may seem,
Connected in this vast and intricate dream.
Done by:KCG
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 9:57 AM UTC
A universal language to express,
Its potential is underestimated;
It is a treasure that you possess.
The sign of your strength,
Smile is the prettiest thing to wear;
Spreading happiness at length.
Inexpensive as it is to have,
It gives a glorious flair;
Go on and make it flash.
It is a key that fits well,
In the lock of other’s hearts;
Helping the relations propel.
Without words it says a lot;
It is the light of your soul,
Enlightening any dark spot.
A charming gift to give,
Smile is a two-way thing;
Make it the source of your bliss.
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 12:58 AM UTC
Science is my religion
Listen before you shout
"No, now that's impossible"
Please, just hear me out.
Science is my religion
It fits the basic rules
It explains the way the world works
And I personally think it's cool.
Long ago, if a volcano struck
We explained it with our gods
I'm not saying that's not wrong,
(But there might've been different odds)
So science is my religion
Researchers are my priests
Announcing new discoveries
Natures now-known feats.
A hypothesis is my prayer
What I think will happen
It's my way of saying "please,
Bless me with thy compassion"
When my hypothesis is wrong
It doesn't mean I'm bad
Doesn't mean I've sinned
Or that a god is mad
It simply means it's different
I haven't found the answer
I will go and ask for help
Find a scientific pastor.
A lab room is my chapel
To go when I need guidance
Or have a burning question
I will answer it with science.
I do not mean to harm
Start an all-out war of deities
I respect and appreciate all gods
All religions of different varieties
But science is my religion
My way of finding answers
Where my curiosity flourishes
Motivation to acts of good manners.
Once again, please do not yell
Tell me that I must be wrong
It's just that our views differ
We sing a different song
I love that you have yours
God, gods, spirits, angels, more
I know we can all get along
Just as nicely as before.
Science is my religion
Researchers, my priests
A hypothesis, my prayer
A laboratory, my chapel.
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 2:15 AM UTC
Enough is enough.
I'm done sitting in a room of darkness.
I'm done shouting into the void of black.
I want the world to see me for who I am.
For without the controversy of a feeling man,
I would not be what I am.
Enough is enough.
I want the world to see,
what I was meant to be.
I want my creativity,
to pour and pour out of me.
For without the controversy of a creative man,
I would not be what I am.
Enough is enough.
I need the world to relinquish me,
from this undying epiphany.
This epiphany which tells me,
that I am nothing without my pen.
I am this pen,
and this pen is I.
Bleeding ink to page,
while I figure out what next to write.
As though there is nothing to do,
but write.
For without the controversy of a passionate man,
I would not be what I am.
When enough is enough,
you suddenly become,
good enough.
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 4:43 AM UTC
If in one line
I have to define
my break up feeling
I would opine
It was enlightening
Since I wouldn't have seen
in your blinding aura
the things,
I see now.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC
I listen, I hear
but not here do I listen
There, that place
Her moment
Her space
Torment
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
Gathered pieces of a great puzzle ;
refreshed perspective like ocean riptides
foment at the confluence collecting dark rivers’ flow
Repurposing back-eddies ,
rejuvenation of stagnant brackish waters ,
inherent buried soul-shine purging
from the ancient core of earth mother
Light arising from the hidden depths
of inner stillness as if a refilling wellspring
burst forth , reawakening muted sighs unspoken
Forming poetic constellations of black and bright
to lighten afar the nebulous darkness ,
a sea of swirling ink transformed into poetry
A sage opus renewed
by the muse of a migrating flock ,
striving to discover new sacred grounds ;
yet there is an undeniable song sung
in the howling winds of change
An incitement from a higher dialect
that empowers a restoration of spirit
Oeuvre uplifted by rogue waves
of summoning winds ,
arousing that which time erases
A manifest renaissance
among the rousing nuances
of poetic continuum ,
judicious to rediscover
the enthralling vastitude
of every breaking wave
in a boundless sea of poesy
Where prevailing currents
stir oceans of verse eternal ;
provoking a verve revival ,
the magnitude of an unbroken circle ,
ocean swells merging singularity
with the omnipresent colour
of uncharted depths
As if thoughts are assuaged
by a union of intimately touching souls
with words of intangible spheres ,
sparking subtle shades of meaning
spanning poetic immortality
Transcending barriers of unexplored lexicon
to manifest the immensity,
enkindling rhapsody of hearts and minds
Deeply rooted soul replenishment
harvested from the tree of humankind ,
willingly sharing without regret nor intention ,
with deference to the soul of one-blood,
one-love enabling an enlightening
metamorphosis of the human journey ...
© harlon rivers ... all rights reserved
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
The bitter bruises
That mark my bare flesh
Bring me closer to enlightenment
The harsh words of enemies,
Family, and friends
Bring me closer to enlightenment
The cruel human suffering
And daily acts of violence
Bring me closer to enlightenment
The **** I see on my computer screens
The darkness of our society
Bring me closer to enlightenment
You know what
I don’t need to be that enlightened
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
The only reason I live
The only reason I love
The only reason I cry
The only reason I laugh
The only reason I believe
The only reason I'm here
You taught me how to be a person
And you're still going
I am your project
Your precious
I just wanted to let you know
You're my hero
And I beg of you
Never let go
Of this knowledge I remind you of every day
I love you
Every little thing about you
Oh, yes I do
Remember this
Don't let it slip your mind
When I tell you other wise
Because those are the things you're still there for
I'll be terrifyingly nice
Just as long as
You never forget
You're my favorite person
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
Creature of magnificence
I am ecstatic to see you glow
You’ve been lost in shadows cast
by those you want to know
You are more than what you think
though at times it may seem
your worth is less than zinc,
the final page from a ream
I know the light is there
I can feel it in your stare
your fingertips move mountains
and quiet fountains of despair
Your words can build temples
and leave them in ruins
Your mind screams for purpose
while abiding outside influence
The system is broken
and we are broken too
and we fill our cracks with darkness
but the light always shines through
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
My reprehensible mind
Slipped you into my dreams last night
You were there for me
Cared for me
Said you were mine
I cannot say
I did not enjoy this dream
While it was happening
It's been a long time
Since I've even thought about you
But when I realized your words seemed true
My dream took a turn
Something morbidly new
I said the things I wanted to say
Instead of just saying sorry
And... "It's okay"
I cursed and I screamed
I put you down the way you always did me
I broke your fragile, pathetic heart
Tore your soul apart
I was so cruel,
Yet, I still never reached your level
With what you did to me
You'd have made friends with the devil
I was an angel in comparison
Enjoying my first little taste of sin
God, how I loved watching you crumble
And fall
Made me feel larger than life
To make you feel useless and small
All the times you pushed me down
Watched me laying,
Crying on the ground
I finally had my turn
How do you like me now?
This may make me seem
Like a terrible person
But... I Don't Care
My dream made me smile
You weren't there
You didn't see
All the terrible, painful things he did to me
When I woke up,
I was finally able to laugh at the past
Like I never was before
Truly Enlightening
A new beginning
I'm not in pain because of him anymore
And I never will be again
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
*On a bright and delightful Easter morning
A furry white rabbit, wiggled her pink adorable nose
Peeking through lush bushes
In a lovely and distinctive pose
And jiggled her cottony soft scut
Aiming into a vegetation
On this sunny day
With so much motivation
Quietly hopping into a blissful garden
Placing decorative filled eggs in pastels
With little time to rest
As she quickly inhales
Adding vibrant colours, to an emerald spiky blanket
And into a rainbow of unfolding tulips
Enlightening her way, like a dazzling carnival
For little peeps enjoyment, upon soft winds movement
Beginning in the latter daylight hours, as tots of all ages
Eagerly carried empty interwoven baskets, on their quest
Pacing through, as in peekaboo
And observing who competes the best*
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC