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__Crowd noise__ — silent tones said under my breath, as my faith’s HP is beeping so loud, that I’ve learned to ignore it. I’m semi- crawled, half-walking toward a maze of unknowns, given just enough truth to fold and tuck inside the mind. _But I guess it’s the advice to mind your step_… especially when overstepping your reach, as the hand that lives in poverty often feels cut short — and life itself is even shorter. You exercise your right to live, but the final test is only passed at your passing. And right now, I’m growing into my own powers, but even I can get overpowered by my pride — refracted slightly; border-jumping into lives I was never really invited into. __An alien, indeed.__ See me hovering like a UFO above heads that don’t know me, but still see me appear in their atmosphere. And I don’t fully enjoy this _alienation_… and sometimes I wish I could just land and be human — and to actually feel grounded on this Earth, so that the atmosphere of my prayers don’t feel so tight. As the atmosphere of a prayer feels tighter when the pain of your struggles, wraps its hands around your ribs — a tightened breath, and even tighter belief. When it gets so hard to say thanks when you’re hurting, harder to say __Amen__ when you're unsure if the line still connects. As the mind feels so crowded — a room full of voices, echoing opinions, guilt, hope, and noise. And sometimes I wonder if the silence in between prayers, becomes the answer to help me feel better with it all.
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Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
OddOdysseyPoet
Crowded Frequencies
__Crowd noise__ — silent tones said under my breath, as my faith’s HP is beeping so loud, that I’ve learned to ignore it. I’m semi- crawled, half-walking toward a maze of unknowns, given just enough truth to fold and tuck inside the mind. _But I guess it’s the advice to mind your step_… especially when overstepping your reach, as the hand that lives in poverty often feels cut short — and life itself is even shorter. You exercise your right to live, but the final test is only passed at your passing. And right now, I’m growing into my own powers, but even I can get overpowered by my pride — refracted slightly; border-jumping into lives I was never really invited into. __An alien, indeed.__ See me hovering like a UFO above heads that don’t know me, but still see me appear in their atmosphere. And I don’t fully enjoy this _alienation_… and sometimes I wish I could just land and be human — and to actually feel grounded on this Earth, so that the atmosphere of my prayers don’t feel so tight. As the atmosphere of a prayer feels tighter when the pain of your struggles, wraps its hands around your ribs — a tightened breath, and even tighter belief. When it gets so hard to say thanks when you’re hurting, harder to say __Amen__ when you're unsure if the line still connects. As the mind feels so crowded — a room full of voices, echoing opinions, guilt, hope, and noise. And sometimes I wonder if the silence in between prayers, becomes the answer to help me feel better with it all.
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the past caught up to me and I couldn't run away from it this time. a fork in the road, decisions to be made and I'm waiting, wondering is life just one big show? the outcome, nobody knows, we're all in it for the ride trying our best to keep our heads above water and not get swept in the undertow. it's all a game of chance, and survival the final destination, a to-be-determined arrival. a fork in the road, decisions to be made, and I'm waiting, wondering how long it will take to break this cycle?
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Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 4:12 AM UTC
joshua-phelps
game of chance & survival
the past caught up to me and I couldn't run away from it this time. a fork in the road, decisions to be made and I'm waiting, wondering is life just one big show? the outcome, nobody knows, we're all in it for the ride trying our best to keep our heads above water and not get swept in the undertow. it's all a game of chance, and survival the final destination, a to-be-determined arrival. a fork in the road, decisions to be made, and I'm waiting, wondering how long it will take to break this cycle?
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