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I give up. The world can keep on happening around me Earth can spin endlessly, I must stop caring. I will not observe, I will not connect I will stay in bed and watch tv I will let my problems be The world can keep on happening around me I'm no longer part of it I'm just a thing in the surroundings I do not have to matter, it is liberating to think of it I don't matter, never did, never will So I can do whatever I want in the limits of what I can do With the money I've been given With the family I've been given With the face and body I've been given I will do what I can, not my best, just what I can Because I decided that The world can keep on happening around me And I will not be part of the happening I will be as quiet as rivers flowing I will live like a bird, a fish or a flower Quiet and inhuman.
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Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
The world can keep on happening around me
Another month has gone And my cards have been drawn, I look them over and wait until I can feel what they say. I've felt so overwhelmed lately, Life can be so challenging. It makes sense when I see The nine of swords in front of me I'm surrounded by triggers of anxiety, People I want to please, A job I intend to keep, Time continuing on, forgetting about me. It's stressful. But I know things will change, Eventually I'll flow like a jellyfish Because the empress appeared today.
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Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 8:06 AM UTC
Tarot
Solitude, they say, is the drifting glacier amidst a rolling sea against a faint yellowish light at dusk over a particularly misty sky; you see a white fish washed onshore — quivering and pulsing, then stilled.
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Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC
One Dusk
The earth turns 360 degrees We age every 360 degrees Life goes on 360 degrees Moving on is a big step to replenish a degree of life - Lunarology
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 11:26 PM UTC
ᴘᴏᴇᴍ ᴏɴᴇ: ᴀ ᴅᴇɢʀᴇᴇ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ
She's beautiful, does she know it? She feels insecure. Her past's foundation is unstable, Loosed screws by the screwdriver who was once her anchor. The man who was supposedly thankful for having her in his life, Is now a distorted image in the back of her mind, Still eating her insides. Living parasites, thoughts of "I really wish he would (wood) turn" might, (termite) Not be what's she's truly after. The sensation of instability is really what's killing her faster The doubt creeping, one foot in the deep end, Feels like time is moving faster As she sinks deeper into the quick sand-mans plaster. Oh! how she longs to start a new chapter in her life, Not realizing the pen was in her hand the entire time... Ma'am, what is it that you are truly after?
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Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
"What Are You Truly After?"
Some people do yoga, Some of them pray. Some people talk and some hide it away. Whatever the problems, There's always a way, To meditate on them, Me... I just play.
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 6:01 AM UTC
Pool
I was so broken the cracks in my heart went so deep deeper than the ocean all I did was sleep I wanted to sleep my pain away sometimes I still want to but I don't because im trying to better my life, keep my **** organised, stay away from my knifes but last weekend I was alone not lonely, but alone I was connecting to my body again nobody was there to judge the things that I did I was laying in the grass looking at the trees meditating, streching, praying, painting all the things I like to do but I'm scared to scared that people judge me doing them but in that moment after the weekend reconnecting with myself I finally felt happy my cracks were filling up with joy I couldn't sleep because I couldn't stop smiling that moment that short moment I will never forget I finally felt hope again
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Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 6:25 AM UTC
my broken heart filled with joy
I am the pebble sunk in the clear slow spring watching the warm sky and the bright green grass beside I am the pebble low in the dirt murky water cowering in swirling tides when the banks are grey and far I am the pebble after the water has run dry sighing into mud while the sun rises round and hot I am the pebble at the eternal hour melting fast to putty just as the sky goes black all i love i lose all i know i feel all i breathe i choose
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Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 1:09 AM UTC
On sitting still and not thinking of eternity
I wish I were somewhere else Somewhere not of the world Somewhere peace Somewhere love Somewhere smiles are not false Nirvana maybe But the chaos here does not permit passage
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Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 2:43 AM UTC
Dreams in a cold room
endlessly lies the possibilities of what could be done and why, and i look up to them in quiet awe. nothingness envelops me, sadness creeping up from the dark spots, but there is a bright side even yet, i am young, they say, and i smile politely and remind them, that age does make wisdom, however, adversity does is just as well. lay with me, but breathe gently. easily disturbed is the balance of it all, it took too many years to equal out, please, rest softly, question meanings, and sleep. stillness is not the evil in this world. there lies no shame in it, but the shame rests in the expectancy of only productivity. think of nothingness, and do so daringly, and find calm in your being.
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
moon song
Silence Unsolicited silence Barging into the very midst Of a lucid daydream With intentions To suffocate A train of thought Destined for elightenment Perfectly executed It despises all intentions To become conscious Blaring in monotone fashion Silence Deafening the very ears That fall upon it.
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 5:44 PM UTC
background noise.
Spent my summer solstice in solitude. Many don't like to be alone, but I fear not... Being alone helps me gather my thoughts. The longest day of the year and I chose to spend it with myself.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
Solstice Solitude