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Daisy Fields May 2011
there are in my opinion 2 differet types of doors of perception in the human mind.
the doors to darkness & the doors to light.
the doors to light have always been in everyone,
but the doors to darkness were built in our minds to confuse & control us.

everytime a door of perception closes a new one will open in it's place.
& i find that for every dark door you close 2 or more doors to light open.

when you shut the door to government the doors to real freedom, real privacy, & real truth opens.
how can we really feel free in the relaity we are in now?
we all have a false sense of freedom, to think, speak, & act,
but really nothing is free anymore, everything will cost you something.
how can you truley believe we are free when there are so many laws, rules, and confinments & so much we have no say in.
human's don't need laws or bibles or police to tell us what to do,
we have the sense of right & wrong built into us.
we know what is good or bad by how they make us feel,
and we all generally feel in the same ways.
with laws in place we don't take the time to really think about how our actions will make others feel we have alredy been told & there is no need for further thought.
also, people i find always have the tendacy to want to do what they can't do.
if you tell them they can't do things, they're gonna try.
so are jails filled with bad people, or freedom fighters?
people rebeling against the law.
we are living in a dark reality.

let in the light.

when you close the door to media you open the doors to true beauty, to inner beauty, to self love & to self acceptance.
how can one see real beauty in such a fake reality.
in people today judgement, cliques & suicides are at an all time high,
self confidence & self worth is at an all time low .
people judge people based on how they look, & what they're wearing.
they form opions of others without even talking to them.
we should love & celebrate our differences, not hate & divide them.
you could miss out on meeting an amazing person because you are so blind to real beauty.
think about all the things great things people don't know about you,
now think about all the great things you don't know about other people.
we are living in a dark reality.

let in the light.

when you close the door to technology, you open the doors to unity, to true connection with others, & to real experiences.
in our technological relaity we live in the illusion that technology is bringing us closer,
and that we are becomming more inter webbed to eachother when we humans have the capabilites to establish these connections without help.
we are like robots, expressing emotions based on how we are told/suppose to react, not because we are really feeling.
instead of going out to explore & expierence life, nature, & new relationships,we stay at home and watch them on t.v.
instead of talking to someone, visiting someone, spending time wth someone, we connect with them threw computer screens, facebook profiles & emotionless txts.
where is the connection?
we are living in a dark reality.

let in the light.

when you close the door to money the door to free trade open.
to a reality where we help other not for money or for benifit
just to help another human bening like yourself,
just because it feels right, it feels good.
the reality we live in now is one with fake, bought happiness & of selfishness.
we try to make ourselves happy with big homes and nice cars and expensive things when we don't need them.
true, pure happiness comes from the love of others, from helping, giving, sharing,
& from making others happy as well.
nobody can take that kind of happiness from you ever.
we are living in a dark reality.

let in the light.

when you shut the door to war & violence the doors to peace opens.
the door to equality, to harmony to love.
to a reality where we work out our differences with words & not wepons,
it doesn't require money, or casual deaths.
how can we use the term casual deaths?
let's take a look into this relaity for a moment...
there was a solider in iraq who ran into a home & killed a man in front of his wife & kids.
this man was killed because he had weapons in his home which was viewed as a threat or possible terrorist.
in actuallity the man was not planning any attack at all he merely had thoes weapon to protect himself & his innocent family in the case of a home invasion.
back in the soliders home town a man wakes up in the middle of the night because he hears glass break. he grabs a wepon that he has in case of emergency to protect his family and goes to investigate. he walks in on a man intruding in his home, the man has a knife, the dad shoots him dead.
on the same day as the solider get his medal for killing an innocent man the dad gets sentenced to life in prision for trying to protect his family.
who is the real hero, who really deserves a medal, the solider or the man?
i guess ****** is a heroic thing if your doing it for the government..
we are living in a dark reality.

let in the light.

when you close the door to religion you open the door to wonder, curiosity, and exploration.
to a relaity with less division & less disagreements.
where does all that money go to?
certinly not space exploration.
i strongly believe that by giving into the idea of god you giving into the idea of there being a higher power in anything race, gender, religion, ect.
i also believe that because of this and the idea of god it has created this huge power struggle all over the world of people trying to own/run the world.
people trying to be god/godly.
these are the most powerful people in the world right now.
and it is thoes people who have place these dark doors in our heads.
and who are constantly watching, and making sure the doors stayed open and all other doors stayed shut.
but we have the power to.
we are all god.
& we all have the power to view the world in any way we want it, heavenly or hellish
.'god created the world with his vision'
change god into we,
'we created the world with our vision.'
'god has the power to change everything'
'WE have the power to change everything'
but as of right now we are living in the dark.

so let's let in the light.
& let it shine threw every pore, every breath, every thought we have.
let it ignite us, & drive us to great heights.

don't live & act based on how you look to others/god/ect.
live & act based on how your feel inside.

don't have an idea of who you are,
know who you are.
live for yourself, not for anyone els.

i want real words & thoughts
i want real freedom & truth
i want real faces & emotion
i want real experiences & places
i want real peace & equality
i want real people
i want real happiness
i want real connections
real love, real light, real laughter, real life.

we can make things real again, just don't be afraid, don't be lazy, don't be doubtful, don't be fake.
be-you-tiful.
Apon are arrival once at times seemed questionable
We were greated by none.
hawaii had spoiled us to all other airport experiences
Were else could a half hunover  yet slighty buzzed  madman
stumble from a plane to encounter a beautiful woman in a grass
and cocunut bra once even now made me thirst for for a pina collada.

But in in canada there was nothing  to greet us there but cold
As we stumbbled around dressed like soon to be doomed criminals awaitting trial.

Cananda its slogan should have been.
Welcome to Cannada  it's really ******* cold.
But we knew where to find warmth in this enviroment.
Or for that matter any enviroment.
For we were drunks or as i liked to think of it consistant drinkers

And on are journey into this land of freezing weather maple syrup
and ice hockey.
We had one true goal.
we had come to drink Cannada dry.

No bar would untouched No bottle would not know are name.
we would hit on many women.
Score with a few and say we had slept with many.

I was a religeous man and i need to get in touch with with the spirts
The spirts of Canadian mist  Jim beam  And my old stand by spirt Gin


It was a bold mission for which we had set forth.
Are livers were alredy beaten to almost a pulp but
we still somehow still walked and functioned in disquise of
semi normal human beings  but nothing was further from the truth

we were writters was ment we were professional crazy people
On a mission to depleet this icey land of its alcohol
an drink canada dry
Rickie Louis Oct 2011
I draw my sword and brace my shield,
like a shining knight armored in the shining night,
I ascend the peaks of hearts.
Battling now only the weight that which I believe protects me,
I slowly shed myself to bear the journey that lies ahead..
One piece at time my armor falls to the ground,
risking abrasions and damage delt in future waging hearts.
I soon become naked of all but the plate that hides my chest..
As I search through the valleys,
deep in the crest,
I feel it's beating.
Warmth soon takes me, leading me to it.
With each hopeful stride of my double edged sword,
I find I'm only slaying shadows of demons that once dwelt within.
As each war's waged my heart becomes exposed and weary through what once protected it.
Soon I find myself faced at the entrance,
as I slowly descend down jagged and torn pieces,
I feel the raging heat of it's breath burning and searing flames engulfing me,
I feel it all around me.
I place my shield overhead, hoping it's truth protects me.
Then I lunge,
swinging right then left using the weight of the sword that once hindered,
striking only cavern walls, it seemingly alludes me.
Remembering stories of those before,
I begin to hold doubt and realize through past pains this dragon won't be slayed let alone captured,
I'm only battling myself.
As my journey comes to an end I turn,
I suddenly see it, staring directly into it,
I see it's no beast at all.  
I know in that moment,
I'm nothing more than consumed by hopes of what already lives within,
and blinded by what was expected.
This dragon that I chase (love), has alredy slayed me.
Of course another poem about the trials of finding love, but first letting go of your armour, and realizing there's love within stronger than any that could be found.
Little Wing Mar 2012
she's smoking again.
shes trying to tear herself apart from the inside.
staring with her lungs, then she'll move on to her liver.
drownding herself in alcohol.
her brain is next, killing herself with all these thoughts
but her heart, you've already taken care of that.
you've already beaten, scared and bruised her.
you've already killed her.
you've alredy destroyed her.
Love me
Ignore me
Want me
Have me
Lose me
Hate me
Love me
Need me
Hurt me
Ruin me
Love me
Babe make up your mind
I know your confused
I completely get how jealous you are
He has me now
And you don't
It's obvious I'm happy with him
Maybe that's why your playing
This little game
Your just trying to win
But this game
Alredy has a victor
It's Him
Jeffrey Robin Jul 2016
.


( she was 18

sober ----- so it was legal )

""

Nibble nibble
On the ear

Hands together

Then breast high

I saw the terror in her eyes

I knew to slow down for a while

;;

Said

I love you

So tenderly

You are my forever

She looked confused

She knew I was just bullshitting


But my hand was alredy
Far from dry!

)(


She was going to say
NO !

I filled her mouth up with tongue

Soon her legs did seperate

She never said stop so

It wasn't ****



))))


Really this isn't a true story

Just a parody

Mimicking

All the poems here

Although I have made

The violence more obvious

To stimulate

Your pornographic pleasure
which you seem to enjoy

But your poems are actually far more violent

And that the ****** is being done by

Both partners mutually to each other
doesn't make it less so

& that the **** is more

Emotional and spiritual

Rather than physical

Actually makes it more violent



X
Danyelle Sep 2016
I was born in the ghetto.
Raised up on the streets
only dependant on me.
My father was a drunk.
My mother was a punk.
You see society is always looking down on me.
Everyone sees me as a mistake.
Plain as blank page.
They dont know the pain.
They want me to give
But what can I give
When I've alredy
Given up.
Mateuš Conrad May 2018
hard to write poetry these days:
when it's a monopoly of lies...
and like a homeless man
had explained his predicament
to me: my mother told me
to never tell a lie...
         as original as the sin
as original as plagiarising
and you will be like the gods,
knowing the diffrence,
between good and evil
;
even I can undrstand the
subtleness of an ingenious lie...
but not when it's obvious,
and esp. sickly-candy-choking
and all but: a depiction
of a desperate loss of idealism:
that synonym of innocence...
who is to say that
German Idealism,
           was not the awaiting
guillotine hanging before
the 20th century Mongolian
         repaganism of the Germans?
echoes of the skull pyramids
of Baghdad...
        tsunami of fame
              bulging against the immovable
rigidness of a people in number,
some listening to BBC 4's the Archers...
a past time worth the attention span
of one summer month...
          whatever this Anglo Idealism
is brewing, the scenes of
the aftermath are alredy
poking their Hydra heads through...
the aftermath is premature
unlike that of German Idealism,
which took, so much longer
to precipitate...
        hardly a reason to write poetry,
better start calling it
excerpts from a book
that doesn't exist in head,
print or tattoo...
          and never will...
              too many tornadoes
skim reading the horizon to
be both hysterical
and cool groove Aspen thrill
loaded Luke...
            but this blatant lie:
          that has as much originality
working behind the scenes,
as a dog's bark has
consonant clutches of the crutches
of canines, supporting
the uniform mammalian vowel
construct of exercising ba thing vowels...
catching shrapnel, chiselling
bone and exfoliating wet lungs...
     cul d sac of minds and
tongues working on an already
overworked canvas of people...
     as much as excavating the origins
of a handshake,
     when calibrating
the persistent script of Romans,
    who, apparently only survived,
sombre and delinquent,
and should they remind the current
people of their bulimic ******,
      no more in question as to why:
no laxatives were used,
other than the "name"
  of the father (index)
         and of the son (middle) - fingers -
shoved down the head of the osesaphagus
to agitate it,
like a seagull chic might agitate
its parent to regurgitate
partly digested food.
Anza Dec 2018
My heart is always somewhere ,thinking about you ,drinking or crushing ****
Your love was planted in my heart and  grew from a healthy seed ,I can't even cut it
It's almost sounding like a suaside note
Apparently my soul is moving out of my body it alredy started packing
Between us what was missing?
It got me thinking that being perfect needs a practice too but nobody ever get that skill

I always claimed to be OK when you're away ,but a few minutes without you my life felt like *******
I spent time chasing you n you took time rejecting me
What's the meaning of love?or I just pushed you till you had enough?

Deeply it's bruising me ,it got me thinking, weren't we perfect for each other? Or we can't help hurting each other
I remember the day you introduced me to your brother and honestly to me you almost Like a mother
The sounds when a heart breaks ,I almost felt like I got a melting face
I break down almost everyday ,it feels like I got a price to pay
In the theatre you removed my play


What drives pain away ?
The way I feel is no longer your burden, all alone I'll be walking
Winds will blind my eyes ,your words always  breaks my heart
Playing your sweet games and I always fall when you're lonely
It makes my heart ache
I wish you all the best
It's crazy how I sing alone ,always your name in every bar
I'm done playing pretending this is the real me
Heartbreak
Dear Quokka Jan 2021
Just Talk..
  
  Nd the New Year comes.. Perhaps nothing special , well might be Shall to be Special.
   The New one era  starts with same tired soul yet the beautiful dreams on the way.Along with the winter air the bleak mind has to rest to blow.
    Something has to begin nd the something alredy starts.. Don't know what the past had taught me bt I have to learn for the present.Hmm , well I have no clue whts gonna I'm going to do however I'm trying to start with fresh soul having freaking memories.
    Still have the many doubts may be they are rising with my age. I just wanna do something which will fullfill my soul.
    Now I am on the rope where I have to make the forward step where no scope for the backspace.
   I just want from the new year tht I can able to choose my fireflies instead of Butterflies. I wanna risk but I should prepare for this.
   No...ofcourse not..,I'm not making any resoultion I just talk to myself which is Pending from the long time. So Dear inside me, I just want to tell whatever it'll be, I'll be there, I'll always be there..
    We have to achieve something incredible, something WoW Nd thts not possible without u.. I know u'll be forever with me, don't u ?? Yesss!!!
    This coming Year stands with totally blank slide I just want to paint beautiful painting there besides u.. I just need u. I don't know god is listening me or not but I am praying that please don't get hurt my true lord of Lords..
   I have faith on u nd I hope u'll never be able to break.. So with this the evening sky shone with stars I'm hoping for the better.., perhaps I'll be something going to better!!!!!
QuietGlass Jun 2017
Lonely people don't **** themselves just because they're lonely.
Ask me why my mind is twisted and i'll tell you bedtime stories that will haunt you for years.
But then again,  i'm still alive.
Holding on to the hope that maybe someone will care one day.
Maybe loneliness doesn't last forever.
But I can't hold on to 'maybe' forever.
So if my forever is out there, I pray he's hanging on to 'maybe' too.
Because maybe our paths will cross soon, or maybe they alredy have.
Who really knows?
Who really gives a ****?
sindy Feb 2019
Why everybody always think they know me? Like they are mediums, as they know what I think or want or have been through... but I only show what I want them to see.

No you don’t know me! No one does. And i would not be saying neither that I do know you.
—-
Eveytime I am nice it’s not me hiding my emotions it’s me dealing with the devil in you.

What should I do ? Insult you and telling you I am hurt and that I hate you for what you did to me ?

This is not the person I want to be or Even is. You don’t know me!

If I react well when you rejected me it’s because at least your have been sincere and respectful and I respect that enough not to get angry or even sad.

If I get angry or sad who that will help: you surely to see that your actions have effect on other: but you alredy know that when you did. You knew it will hurt me anyway.

If you did it you have your reasons and I respect it!
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2018
read a book, throw a brick...
mind you,
that' not:
read a book, lay a brick...
which probably sounds better
in pig latin:

lego liber, rennuo saxum...
lego liber, pono saxum...

hey... the Romans came to England,  
sure as he'll they didn't
cross the Danube,
or ever had the chance to
hear the names of the following rivers:
Vistulla, Oder, Varta;
I know,  I know,  secular cosmopolitanism
alredy has a leash on me...
the immature...
   remindfull of (a) (n)ames...
    
kept the Latin script, dear baron Warwick...
time to see Roman unravel,
and plunge into the murk,
a second time.
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2018
out of curiosity, to merely observe whether
there is a Himalayas - Dead Horse, Utah - Sahara
connection (in transit, pivot Utah)...
and whether or not:
     Black Holes are not,
   two-dimensional objects in "three-dimensional"
space...
               as alredy simulated
by the playstation1 tomb raider game,
                              i.e. the rotating ferns.
SHIVANI R Oct 2020
today something happend    
  good or bad i dont know

i realised somthing
good or bad i dont know


i was scared and cry alot ,
like my world is at the end
and i ask the god why i get the bad
today something happpend ,
good or bad i dont know ,

then one hand touched me on my shoulder
i look behind there was my mom and dad

dad tell me what is there to cry obout
its the the real world ,
you will figure it out
mom hug me with all  love in her eyes ,

then i reliese
  
world give me bad but
i alredy had good to fight it back

then my friend called
with the care  in her voice ,
then she give me the reason ,
for the smile,
we talk about the bad ,
then ...
she told me something ,
which give me my old self back .

today somthing happend
good or bad i dont know
today i reliese someting
that was good for sure
that i know ........
by shiwani .R
BASED ON REAL EXPIREANCE

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