#paradoxes - Hello Poetry

Emotions can be: little magical sprites fluttering inside your heart caressing the deepest recesses of your soul gently giving you that "high" happiness euphoria inside you springs a boundless utopia Or... They can be devious tricksters gremlins, the vilest of these little devils torturing you pricking you with a thousand needles of sadness grief the lowest forms of loneliness. Inside us dwells the eternal Yin and Yang We may be walking contradictions irresolvable paradoxes toyed by the whims of unseen forces barraged by these mysterious sensations, feelings and yet, Such confusion is what makes us human.

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Jul 11, 2020

Jul 11, 2020 at 3:13 AM UTC

ces-1

On Emotions

Emotions can be: little magical sprites fluttering inside your heart caressing the deepest recesses of your soul gently giving you that "high" happiness euphoria inside you springs a boundless utopia Or... They can be devious tricksters gremlins, the vilest of these little devils torturing you pricking you with a thousand needles of sadness grief the lowest forms of loneliness. Inside us dwells the eternal Yin and Yang We may be walking contradictions irresolvable paradoxes toyed by the whims of unseen forces barraged by these mysterious sensations, feelings and yet, Such confusion is what makes us human.

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quantum poetry paradoxes <> forArianna who sometimes hears opera by night, but always sees poetry <> what we are is unique, at the molecular level, our DNA is microscopic visible, in every letter, comma and even the false white spaces of universes expanding, black holes ******* in fooled passerby’s, burning out and disappearing as invisible forces create and dilapidate - simultaneously this our poems are finite but never complete, explorers sent knowing they will never return, and if they do, though their poems unchanged, but all the readers older, deformed and/or dead think on it! the world of you has revolutionized many times since you started reading this prose, you have birthed and seen cells die by the millions by the time you’ve read this sad stanza twice and glory hallelujah uttered! so go ahead, create and die simultaneously I give you answers, though you ask for none, you keep on breathing beating, beating pumping apparatus paradoxically insists you live even as it wears out with each stroking, explain these minute contradictories as your consciousness refracts and absorbs these many mighty infinite finalities of the quantum poetry paradoxes 12:34pm EST

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Aug 25, 2019

Aug 25, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC

poetoftheway

quantum poetry paradoxes

quantum poetry paradoxes <> forArianna who sometimes hears opera by night, but always sees poetry <> what we are is unique, at the molecular level, our DNA is microscopic visible, in every letter, comma and even the false white spaces of universes expanding, black holes ******* in fooled passerby’s, burning out and disappearing as invisible forces create and dilapidate - simultaneously this our poems are finite but never complete, explorers sent knowing they will never return, and if they do, though their poems unchanged, but all the readers older, deformed and/or dead think on it! the world of you has revolutionized many times since you started reading this prose, you have birthed and seen cells die by the millions by the time you’ve read this sad stanza twice and glory hallelujah uttered! so go ahead, create and die simultaneously I give you answers, though you ask for none, you keep on breathing beating, beating pumping apparatus paradoxically insists you live even as it wears out with each stroking, explain these minute contradictories as your consciousness refracts and absorbs these many mighty infinite finalities of the quantum poetry paradoxes 12:34pm EST

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Frigid fire and scorching cold blue from such happiness - one's youth found in the old, clinging onto letting go, such paradoxes.

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC

ejllewellyn

Blue From

Frigid fire and scorching cold blue from such happiness - one's youth found in the old, clinging onto letting go, such paradoxes.

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The sound of silence. Peace after violence. A mother’s browbeaten servitude. A child’s coerced gratitude. The world’s most prosperous nations. Architects of the most dangerous machinations. Economies like never before; A life that still leaves you wanting more. The embezzlement of public finances. The settlement of a case’s nuances. Two colluding entities declaring each other free of ****** With ease, starving YOUR wallet until YOU are down on your knees. The oath: ‘to protect and serve.’ The reality? ‘To suspect and unnerve.’ A cartel that’s in charge of the guns; Like leaving a brothel in the hands of Huns. The lie of representation in government. The election, expectation of endowment. Spending your life washing your master’s feet, Then somehow being surprised by their trickery and deceit. The mistake of prioritising convenience. The finalising of our own, eventual obsolescence. We are a species that will die Clueless of our role in it, desperately asking ‘why?’ When it’s way too late.

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Aug 19, 2018

Aug 19, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC

Jdelia420

Paradoxical couplets

The sound of silence. Peace after violence. A mother’s browbeaten servitude. A child’s coerced gratitude. The world’s most prosperous nations. Architects of the most dangerous machinations. Economies like never before; A life that still leaves you wanting more. The embezzlement of public finances. The settlement of a case’s nuances. Two colluding entities declaring each other free of ****** With ease, starving YOUR wallet until YOU are down on your knees. The oath: ‘to protect and serve.’ The reality? ‘To suspect and unnerve.’ A cartel that’s in charge of the guns; Like leaving a brothel in the hands of Huns. The lie of representation in government. The election, expectation of endowment. Spending your life washing your master’s feet, Then somehow being surprised by their trickery and deceit. The mistake of prioritising convenience. The finalising of our own, eventual obsolescence. We are a species that will die Clueless of our role in it, desperately asking ‘why?’ When it’s way too late.

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I was walking down a hallway, when a head rush overtook me. blindly ambling forward, the walls, floor, and ceiling lurched in on me. I was struck by the absurd notion that human beings must be enclosed within these confined spaces. it parallels the idea of the lines, spaces, and boxes that society draws upon and around us that we must remain in. man is not free. yet this contradicts the statement made by Jean Paul Sartre, explaining that “man is condemned to be free.” how can this be? we attempt to free our minds, and yet we remain in the enclosures we physically and mentally draw around ourselves. the walls seemed like they were closing in, and it reminded me terribly of a time that I knew I was losing my mind. the concept of space and the universe was slipping away from me; before becoming vastly distorted, lacking all meaning. it was like slipping away into the infinite black abyss once more. all of these thoughts and feelings rushed over me at once: some verbal, most instinctual. unspoken. primitive, as if this knowledge lived within us, residing in our bones since the dawn of mankind. the entire experience lasted approximately four seconds. it made me nostalgic yet nauseous to remember that I once to lived my entire life in this state.

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Jan 12, 2018

Jan 12, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC

infiniteheights

enclosures of ineffability

I was walking down a hallway, when a head rush overtook me. blindly ambling forward, the walls, floor, and ceiling lurched in on me. I was struck by the absurd notion that human beings must be enclosed within these confined spaces. it parallels the idea of the lines, spaces, and boxes that society draws upon and around us that we must remain in. man is not free. yet this contradicts the statement made by Jean Paul Sartre, explaining that “man is condemned to be free.” how can this be? we attempt to free our minds, and yet we remain in the enclosures we physically and mentally draw around ourselves. the walls seemed like they were closing in, and it reminded me terribly of a time that I knew I was losing my mind. the concept of space and the universe was slipping away from me; before becoming vastly distorted, lacking all meaning. it was like slipping away into the infinite black abyss once more. all of these thoughts and feelings rushed over me at once: some verbal, most instinctual. unspoken. primitive, as if this knowledge lived within us, residing in our bones since the dawn of mankind. the entire experience lasted approximately four seconds. it made me nostalgic yet nauseous to remember that I once to lived my entire life in this state.

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My soul contains all; It knows darkness and light, The bitter taste of heartbreak And the euphoric thrill of love. My soul… A black void of nothingness And an infinite ocean of life— An eternal contradiction, The ultimate paradox to be unraveled. My soul is Ethereal and everlasting— A mountain of darkness to get lost in And the path of light to find yourself. It is everything— And nothing at all.

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Aug 7, 2017

Aug 7, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC

sophia-sacal-1

contradictions

My soul contains all; It knows darkness and light, The bitter taste of heartbreak And the euphoric thrill of love. My soul… A black void of nothingness And an infinite ocean of life— An eternal contradiction, The ultimate paradox to be unraveled. My soul is Ethereal and everlasting— A mountain of darkness to get lost in And the path of light to find yourself. It is everything— And nothing at all.

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I buy lottery tickets, But don't pray. I curse the drivel on TV, But own two. I purchase alcohol, But don't drink. I roll stop, But I flash the bird (at you). I don't like Rap, But do Drake. I abhor celibacy, But I dress in white. I love you, But I'm not in love.

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Nov 29, 2014

Nov 29, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC

francie-lynch

Paradoxes

I buy lottery tickets, But don't pray. I curse the drivel on TV, But own two. I purchase alcohol, But don't drink. I roll stop, But I flash the bird (at you). I don't like Rap, But do Drake. I abhor celibacy, But I dress in white. I love you, But I'm not in love.

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I'm tired to wash up, So I procrastinate. I'm tired to stand up, So I'm sitting here. I'm tired to walk to bed, So I remain on the floor. I'm tired to get myself to sleep. So I'm still awake. But I'm tired.

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC

esther-pang-hui-min

Tired

I'm tired to wash up, So I procrastinate. I'm tired to stand up, So I'm sitting here. I'm tired to walk to bed, So I remain on the floor. I'm tired to get myself to sleep. So I'm still awake. But I'm tired.

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