"objectiveness" poems - Hello Poetry

Because of 11 I am not afraid of death I know exactly what will happen when I "die" I was there It's just an absence of existence Yet a universal, eternal, all-being awareness And you don't even know you are "yourself" There's no such thing as... Humans I loved life before hand, but it wasn't until after 11 and 13 that I realized it Felt it Smelled it Consumed it My mind became the most interesting place in the world to be So intriguing that I've become increasingly content in the idea of witnessing my own mind working for the rest of my consciousness Call it narcissism I'm just amusing to myself I love being with myself every moment of everyday Art became mentally stimulating to me because of how quickly I come up with scenarios and reasons why a piece looks the way it looks That action is art within itself And when my exterior conscience was rebirthed to everyday reality I felt a deep longing to go back Like this wasn't where I really belong 11 took my soul to another medium An entire separate existence And set my mind free from any barriers There are no obstacles in my awareness Eternal boundlessness 13 has made me embrace, cultivate, and actively live in my peaceful divinity within me There is no way to accurately describe this But trying my best Even when I am mad, I'm not Even when I am sad, I'm not 13 set apart the difference between submerged eyes and feelings, and objectiveness in my most deepest struggles It mentally expanded everything Absolutely everything From human interaction to food From morals to appearance These things have made me become the greatest person I know I have more love to give than ever and it only increases as time goes on I reflect my insides out but only to those who are able to see it Continue

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Oct 25, 2014

Oct 25, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC

MichelleParet

Indigo

Because of 11 I am not afraid of death I know exactly what will happen when I "die" I was there It's just an absence of existence Yet a universal, eternal, all-being awareness And you don't even know you are "yourself" There's no such thing as... Humans I loved life before hand, but it wasn't until after 11 and 13 that I realized it Felt it Smelled it Consumed it My mind became the most interesting place in the world to be So intriguing that I've become increasingly content in the idea of witnessing my own mind working for the rest of my consciousness Call it narcissism I'm just amusing to myself I love being with myself every moment of everyday Art became mentally stimulating to me because of how quickly I come up with scenarios and reasons why a piece looks the way it looks That action is art within itself And when my exterior conscience was rebirthed to everyday reality I felt a deep longing to go back Like this wasn't where I really belong 11 took my soul to another medium An entire separate existence And set my mind free from any barriers There are no obstacles in my awareness Eternal boundlessness 13 has made me embrace, cultivate, and actively live in my peaceful divinity within me There is no way to accurately describe this But trying my best Even when I am mad, I'm not Even when I am sad, I'm not 13 set apart the difference between submerged eyes and feelings, and objectiveness in my most deepest struggles It mentally expanded everything Absolutely everything From human interaction to food From morals to appearance These things have made me become the greatest person I know I have more love to give than ever and it only increases as time goes on I reflect my insides out but only to those who are able to see it Continue

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I say to you, my dear. The sky seems darker, when you turn away. Grains of sand seem to be less tempting to count, when you turn away. The light in my eyes die out, when you turn away. The smoke from a pleasant, yet random gentleman's cigarette and the bottle filled with blood red wine belonging to a wise, yet mysterious lady calls to me, when you turn away. The objectiveness of morality seems pointless, when you turn away. The soft words of your soul seem lost in translation. Your plea for peace sounds absurd. My selfishness seems rational. Your cries for me to change are lost in void. The meaning of your love becomes a forgotten proverb - when you turn away. For your attention gives meaning and your beauty is an inspiring art; the magnum opus I shan't live without.

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Nov 6, 2020

Nov 6, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC

B-Bruumen

When you turn away.

I say to you, my dear. The sky seems darker, when you turn away. Grains of sand seem to be less tempting to count, when you turn away. The light in my eyes die out, when you turn away. The smoke from a pleasant, yet random gentleman's cigarette and the bottle filled with blood red wine belonging to a wise, yet mysterious lady calls to me, when you turn away. The objectiveness of morality seems pointless, when you turn away. The soft words of your soul seem lost in translation. Your plea for peace sounds absurd. My selfishness seems rational. Your cries for me to change are lost in void. The meaning of your love becomes a forgotten proverb - when you turn away. For your attention gives meaning and your beauty is an inspiring art; the magnum opus I shan't live without.

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i think i am a fatalistic optimist accepting what comes but in love with the process i know the value of life and the lessons to be learned i try to stay positive with a clear and open mind so i can learn my lessons with objectiveness and truth and it is my firm belief this will make me free

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Dec 7, 2015

Dec 7, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC

david-alexander-walker

Free To Be Me

i think i am a fatalistic optimist accepting what comes but in love with the process i know the value of life and the lessons to be learned i try to stay positive with a clear and open mind so i can learn my lessons with objectiveness and truth and it is my firm belief this will make me free

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