#knowthyself
My freedom came
when I stopped reflecting myself —
and started seeing the mirror.
Not to judge.
Not to fit in.
But to face the gaze
no one else dares to hold.
What you see
is what you want.
Not necessarily what’s true.
But look deep —
deep into the eyes of the mirror.
Inside… is truth.
Not the kind you polish.
Not the kind you sell.
Only the kind you carry —
or burn from denying.
Socrates whispered:
“Do you know who you are?”
Lucifer answered:
“Now he does.”
And I smiled.
Not because I liked what I saw,
but because I finally dared to see it.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 5:05 AM UTC
You sculpt time with syllables bright,
turning old instants into light.
In monostich breaths, seeds are sown,
a thought takes root, a truth is known.
A poet who sees in shadowed lines,
the golden cracks where meaning shines.
Your words, like stars, in silence gleam,
pulling wisdom from the dream.
Gnōthi seautón—each phrase unfolds,
a mind that dares, a hand that holds.
Not just letters, nor rhymed disguise,
but breath that whispers, “Know, arise.”
"Step outside the fire circle,
be swallowed by the night,
step farther into the night,
be swallowed by the stars."
Not all are brave enough to wander,
to step beyond where embers flicker.
Yet you, a poet, walk in wonder,
with verses bright and steps that shimmer.
"Old instants made unforgettable"
You carve the past in fleeting light,
etching echoes on the air,
binding time in words so slight,
yet they remain, still standing there.
"The woe is not mine, I'm fine."
Not all who bleed wear open scars,
some heal through ink and quiet sighs.
A poet’s strength is held in stars,
in silent truths behind their eyes.
"Gnōthi Seautón (Γνωθι Σαυτόν)"
"Know thyself—step beyond the fire."
Knowing oneself is a river untamed,
not a mirror, but an endless sea.
You write of depth no chains have claimed,
of thought’s wild winds, of minds set free.
"Seed time harvest eat think form"
Each thought a seed, each line a field,
harvested in minds unknown.
You plant in silence, yet they yield
gardens where lost souls have grown.
"The choice decides Earth’s destiny."
Do we seek love or seek control?
Do we embrace or fight the tide?
You weave these truths through poet’s scroll,
where questions walk, where doubts confide.
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 4:15 AM UTC
She calls and cries,
But there are only echoes
Bouncing on the walls
Of my empty chest.
She is forgotten.
She gets pushed aside.
𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥?
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▪︎ mica light ▪︎
Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 1:36 AM UTC
Have I truly lost myself?
My humanity, my grace?
And if I am truly lost then can I find me in this place?
Or have I truly found myself?
My passion, hope, and jest?
And if I am truly found then should I lay my head and rest?
Or should I yet push forward
into the ever-shifting mists,
forget whether to be lost or found and simply just exist.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 2:35 AM UTC
"Within each of us
Yes, it's under the surface
Is a land of mystery
Just waiting to be explored ."
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC
I am shades of midnight, shards of the same galaxy collapsed and contrasted to tiny little ***** that grow like eggs not subsumed by Mars quakes.
I am faulty genes, x-rays, heart scans, and red cells insufficient.
I am sexuality in a world yet to be explored by I and me.
I am a jar of dry camomile leaves turning to shades of sunlight spreading over the river leaving spaces for evening lights.
I am petals of the stars waned to the fragrance of flowers travelling with wanderlust from world to world.
I am insights from colours of black, white, golden, everything. I am a sanctuary of solitude, edging on certainty.
I am the oscillation between feeling brilliant at birthing my art and really quite derided at churning consistent literature.
I am the east London girl left with derelicts of poetry originating from Alfred Hitchcock films.
I am the walk by the sea that gives the feeling of the wind coming off the waves. I am the travel between seasons on railways to off-the-beaten-paths destinations through countrysides and beyond to flea markets collecting memories, soul and travel tchotchkes.
I am Sunday breakfast and tea in bed, buried inside heaps of sheets, using body warmth for shield.
I am pure joy, one whose heart howls with laughter and a face whose grin is as silly as the scowl of a Cheshire Cat with a hissy fit. I am a numismatist and I am the girl who collects stamps and inherits vinyls owned by my father from the 1960s.
I am coffee without cream. I let the days and the weekends amaze me like my time in Hamburg.
I am the random stroll to the local Signorelli bakery to have an almond croissant and fresh Italian latte and a nice chat with the *********** lady.
I am a creation inspired by the likes of Thomas Hardy, Francoise Sagan, Zadie Smith, the humour of Lucy Mangan, and the wit of David Sedaris.
I am her, ambivalent between jaunting between rural and suburban villages, bustling cities and seaside towns. I am soul inspired songs by the Upsetters and likes of Otis Redding’s ‘cigarettes and coffees’. I am stuck between layers of diversity notwithstanding an identity of complexities.
I am the cheateu in the north of Bordeaux where we did that thing and the grandfather clock chimed and we laughed so hard, we choked.
I am excitement yet forgettable like the confetti that drops to the floor after weddings.
I am midnight in Paris and late night strolls on 57th and 6th in New York.
I am a result of the birth of a post term delivery caught unduly unprotected by the amniotic fluids of mother.
I am layers of skin shedding in green and yellow slime because mum had me at the 11th month with a fontanelle that retained ground rice which she ate when she went into labour. A fontanelle that never left and each time I braid my hair by someone new, they tell me of the dent as if it was something new I only just discovered.
I am June created on the first day of summer like Marilyn but could have been April beautifully bore in Spring like April in the TV show, ‘Mistresses’.
I am the heart heaved at a belief swooned towards a soul immortal. I am one who never wants to stop making memories with you, my ‘buh’.
I am ménage a’ moi and I am the Pas de deux as long as I am joie de vivre, then la vie est belle.
I am altered by indie and foreign films that tell elegantly of French girls admirably in love like that of ‘Jeune and Jolie’ and ‘Blue is the warmest colour’.
I am the smell of my ‘babuska’s’ saliva plastered all over my palms as she wipes them clean with her wrapper cloth sealing them in prayers for good destiny and good health.
I am the crux of the patron of St Andrews representing Bajan maidens, Danish singers, Scottish spinsters, Argentine migrants, shell shocked survivors, women wanting to be mothers, gouts, jaws and sore throats.
I am a spanner in the works aggrieved by familiarity and **** taking. I am all there is, transported in my ****** prayer and thoroughness, clear and bright like a snowy Christmas sunny morning.
I am June
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
they'd all grow up to be lunatic ********
and if i happened to put it there
no women i know is quite dumb enough
not to have that abortion
is why i would never have children
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
You've been up,
you've been down,
you've been left and you've been right.
So familiar are you with the outside world,
but how much time have you spent inside?
To be aware of the world around you, from within let the waters flow.
For what is it to breathe if you don't feel alive from your head down to your toes?
Staying aware of even the subtle things, of which the eyes tend to miss but the mind always reads; the signs and symbols that speak louder than any word off the tongues of men.
You think you can't train it but you can, and if you don't someone else will always be in control,
separating you further from mother earth, dimming the light of your soul.
So wherever you are right now, close your eyes and breathe,
and imagine you're the wind blowing through the trees, flowing in and out as you remain mindful of how you're connected to everything.
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
Where the hell is humanity
All I see is insanity
Focusing on wars and vanity
Speaking up gets people mad at me
Nothing on this planet is flattering
People starving and freezing; teeth are chattering
Police taking blankets from the homeless
Even in the places where snow is
People are so violent and shameless
Is there even a way to tame this
Or do our efforts further inflame this
It's time to collectively claim this
Look at all the problems that we make
By blindly following the side we take
Politics and money are one in the same
Why must we think life is all about fame
We have so much more that we can do
Like question why the sky isn't blue
What are those lines that expand all day long
Is questioning their safety so ******* wrong
Everything on this planet is basically toxic
And people wonder why we're all so sick
Plastic, chemicals, metals, and poisonous water
Feeding processed foods to your son and your daughter
When the aquifers are empty, what will you think
You're going to rely on toxic water and oil to drink?
I swear to God you need to look around
In the sky, at the world, and what's underground
Did you know that bees are life and so is clean food
If the elite continues to rule, we're all ******* *******
False flags, terrorism, furthering their plan
For a one world government, that rules all the land
We're already slaves, but it will get so much worse
If we continue to forget that we all come first
Nobody should get left behind or feel like they're stuck
Let's show each other love and actually give a ****
Selfishness and narcissism run rampant in our world
Walking around like we own the place, our lips slightly furled
Looking into each other's eyes but there's not much there
I see shallow complacency, that infamous fluoride stare
The world is going down, unless we turn it around
Look at Syria, Palestine, and all areas that surround
Fear, violence, and terrorism is life
No husband is safe, no child, no wife
They're eating the grass
And rotten food from the trash
Starving and freezing throughout the winter
They can't even leave their towns, they're stuck in the center
They've been targeted by rulers of this sick twisted place
The banksters are evil they don’t belong in our space
How can they be so far removed from the rest of the planet
If anything benefits us they make sure to ban it
LSD, mushrooms, cannabis, and DMT Anything good for cancer: B17 and CBD
Essential oils are what's next on their list
I swear if they take my lavender I'll be so ******* ******
Alternative energy is more than suppressed
The need for clean energy should be more vocally addressed
But when it is, someone intervenes and hides great inventions
Laws and patents are created to stop our intentions
For a clean world and a safe place
The elite couldn't care less about the lives that they waste
They build on the dark side of the moon or possibly Mars
They're preparing themselves a new world, while they **** up ours
I only feel solace when I look into space....
Why must it be so hard to save the human race?
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
Come with me down the rabbit hole
It does look scary
But it'll awaken your soul
Knowing the truth is worth all the pain
Keep ahold of yourself and you won't go insane
Every problem we face DOES have a solution
There is a way to have a peaceful revolution
Keep your heart present and don't get lost
Choosing hate over love comes with a cost
Right action, compassion, and empathy we need
Not fear, propaganda, judgment, and greed
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
What's up with this planet, who's in charge here
Obviously ****** up people whose minds aren't clear
They're clouded with greed
They bribe people who lead
Deaf are their ears when we plead
Get out of our society, just leave
You're not welcome here
You make us hate and live in fear
It's hard to believe people still fall for your games
The world is blindly covered in your chains
We will free ourselves just you watch
We are raising the vibrations another notch
Maybe you should run while you still can
Before everyone finds out your sick twisted plan
Revolution will be lurking around the corner and in the dark
We need to inform everyone and ignite their spark
Our souls know something is horribly wrong
The caged bird sings the prettiest song
Look at the music and what people say
They're fed up with the planet and it's evil way
Life here is horribly unaligned
With Mother Earth and the divine
Don't be distracted just open your eyes
Get in tune with yourself, feel the vibrations rise
You'll change the world if you look within
Knowing thyself is how we win
Don't stop growing, you'll never be done
Love yourself and make your changes fun
See the silver lining, the light, the sun
Look at what's in front of you, don't just run
Feel awareness in every part of your soul
A loving world for all should be your goal
Happiness isn't far out of reach
Ignore false prophets and what they preach
Let your experiences and your higher self teach
Be a sustainer and not just a leach
I promise we can change the world if we try
Listen to what people are saying when they cry
We should come together with love and compassion
Quit self loathing and quit people bashin'
Lend each other our heart and our hand
Quit fighting over oil and this sacred land
The Earth is for all of us to share
To create something beautiful with endless care
It's not all about you, it's all about us
Now come join me on my hippie bus
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
Why are you holding back?
If only you could let go...
Hard times would get easier to handle, if you just embrace the natural flow.
I speak to you with a book wide open, from lines that give light to mind. I am on a journey just the same as you are, so not all that I say may be right. And as life goes on, I'll gain more sight, and know that I was wrong. Yet when the feeling comes from the marrow, I know I've held it in too long, and know it is time to write.
Take those kinks out of your head and give life to what was dead and become resurrected. O sister, we connect telepathically, and O brother, I know you know there is something within us that most can not perceive. There is more of us than the grains of sands in the ocean; our hair is like that of the waves upon the sea. Just open your minds eye to who you are, let go and live naturally.
But how can you know if you don't search, tell me how can you remember if you don't seek?
It's time to erase the lies and unshackle the mind to the truth of your own history.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 7:14 AM UTC
Life's a ying and yang
Darkness and the light
A balance must be found
To separate day from night
To be happy on this ride
You must try to understand
The obstacles that you face
In this hourglass of sand
Your soul is like a coin
Each side must be faced
Your angels and your demons
To be accepted and embraced
Do not fear dark or light
For you surely will be lost
Accept it all entirely
No matter what the cost.
Learn to know thyself
Instead of drowning in the pain
Avoiding any part of you
Will make you go insane.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
In a time where communications can travel and traverse distances and speeds that make a blink of an eye seem to be that of the wagon wheel in bumpy and troublesome ways and means.
Here we find the simplest of acts, the simplest of ways, the simplest of deeds a word can create, we find it hard to decipher the means and ends to each and everyone.
We find each person seems tipped to tally the tilt kilter of any angle a must to best on any and all ends. no matter the means it stirs in the end of any beings listed and nested trust, or the fading and waning desire of most to listen and hear the actual truth or even need that be expressed.
We can call it natural a reaction, this wading pool timid timely trust that is draining in the people, for it be a reaction to the bested busting of all clear and concise communications that are to be expressed by beings capable of being the highest shelf of ***** all clear and without imperfection in the transparency one desires to achieve in being "clear" about what it is they are saying or expressing.
Now some might feel that I am speaking to or about them, No, not at all. In fact I am speaking simply of this noticeable adherence to some trend or faze it seems, ,,well, putting it nicely and putting it in a manor indicative of lacking the desire to be as vague as humanly possible when it comes to either relaying what it is they mean or what it is they even know of themselves.
Not to be confused with being rude or mean, no, not the angle of communication I am going for. Not at all.
I am going for the simple interesting actuality that we all , including myself, have been and seem to remain aloof to speaking our minds without any doubt or double speak. Why? oh hell, the reasons are vast and ranging and all full of absolute **** for it is simply this, why put yourself out there for all to beat to hell, when no one seems to grasp the dire need to be clear and concise in this day and age? Well I must say, there is a reason.. because we are not alone in being clear, there are many whom do and many whom have and received far worse beatings, ( debatable for many but you get the point..) that utterly devastated them. and the fact that this day and age is quit literally pivotal to the survival to this entire species called human beings. and the mix up is about the last **** thing I can think of that any of us need. but that's just me, out swinging blindly in the fog of a war over the very soul of man and myself. Not that that is any great feat, no, not at all. For it seems few are to worry over such things, yet, those who do, are some of the most amazing creatures I have ever had the privilege to know exist. For many i have yet to lay eyes upon in the flesh, yet know of their existence and continued struggles in this very same battle that rages. and rage we must, or fear going silently into the there good **** night.
So, I hope I was clear and if not, then, blame it on my fear. for fearing is one thing we all need not have in our hearts, but do not mistake, do not be foolish in thought, that that fear has no place , for indeed that fear motivates, and can sure as hell devastate the likes of hate, that is if you care to know the difference.
Smile. though we may rage into that wild wilderness of creation where few have respect for their own responsibilities in this here recreational sport, those who do, sure as hell, do it for more than them selves, in fact they do it even for you. Though, mistake no fear for the rule in and of the new laws, for many shall not have the gusted gut to hold a posture well enough to even see such beauty as the truest land and world made of and by the free, a place where suffering is considered a disease, and one that is to be a by gone memory of times only spoken of in museums and class rooms in history books. At least this is what I hope to see.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
Taking endless photographs of yourself.
Why?
So you'll know who you are?
Or
So they never will.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
I am who I am;
no one else.
I wonder who you are;
deep inside.
I hear the slamming of keys on a typewriter;
faster, faster.
I see beyond this dimension;
the Earth is minuscule.
I want excitement;
a strange bond by words.
I am stronger than I think.
I pretend my issues don't exist;
burry them in the caverns of my soul.
I feel the warmth of your caress;
my body pulsating with love.
I touch my hip bones;
wondering if they'll always be there.
I worry my life will be incomplete;
somehow stolen from under me.
I cry for the souls who fell short;
into the hands of a living death.
I am reincarnated.
I understand very little;
this is only the beginning.
I say nothing when I should say something;
silence is the only sound.
I dream of peace;
remove the panic.
I try everything;
nothing left undone, nothing left untouched.
I am who I am; no one else.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC