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Vivian Sin May 2014
Define Reality.
The endless battles of society.
How each step up the chains
increases business gains.
But not only concieves a heresy,
A path they think they are forced to follow.
Whatever happened to YOLO?
We do not choose our own path,
but we are never forced to follow.
Michelle Paret Aug 2014
I have always discerned not only my pieces
But all prose
As art
Literary, amorphous, atmospheric art
My reason being the way we consume and admire it
Paintings and sculptures are admired by the eyes
Put on display to observe
Music
By the ears
Played loud or quietly to feel its effects
Culinary
By the mouth
To share and reward
But only prose is absorbed through the soul and our consciousness
There are no novels painted onto sides of buildings
Or poems playing from car speakers
Prose requires a deeper awareness to appreciate
And the rareness of that depth is what causes me to feel this way about it

The inspiration that concieves my pieces are birthed during spiritual acmes of various dispositions
My style is more prose-like than poetic
And intertwines elements regarding the Universe, spirituality, Buddhism, and Mother Earth
All that I compose is felt as the flesh of my soul

Although I have been writing for as long as I can recall
It wasn't until the age of 15 that I began composing complete solid pieces of prose
Though it hasn't been very many years since then
I have witnessed my eloquence emanate fairly quickly and beautifully

Translating my soul into language is the core of what I do
It is a challenge at times
Others
A breeze
I hope to compile my pieces into something tangible some day
Releasing my auric energies into the world for everyone who pleases to read and feel from me
OriginalMade Oct 2016
Each and every one of us,
Lives in our own realm of flawlessness.
Placing our souls somewhere,
Hiding us,
So the madness this world concieves,
Might not devour us.

We strengthen our backbones,
In spite of us.
Knowing someone, someday,
Will ruin us.
Taking away our strength,
Just to fool with us,
So we try to remain within,
our flawlessness.

Knowing the steaks for distain,
Yet we confirm were afraid.
To leave our flawless souls ungaurded, unprotected.
Because we know,
One day we'll end us,
Yet again.
A fear of the breaks within society. The demolition we bring upon each other every single day. #LoveEachOther #FreeTheThought #SpreadSomeHappy
Tyler Mar 2022
slowly the clock strikes
slooowllllly
time a meer mirage-
an illusion that imprisons
us to what one is told to do.
slooowlllly
night becomes day.
foreseen infinite concieves me, as I concieve it.
prayers of eons in but hours.
the love of relation: you being there to become with me, as I, you.
all while in a timeless space.
sanctuary, in any darker room
slooowlllly.

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