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"unfathomably" poems

We are living wonders. Our bodies, our minds, our souls, unfathomably intricate beyond all knowing. The true essence our being, a microcosm of unlimited possibility. Living in wonder. Behold the marvels of this vast universe. Consumed by the mysterious unknown, desperately we seek to understand it, eagerly trying to grasp all that is. Wondering why we live. What purpose is there for our existence. Many say this. Others say that. All answers become more questions. Forever we wonder. We are living wonders, Living in wonder, Wondering why we live.

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Jul 20, 2014

Jul 20, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC

We are living wonders. Our bodies, our minds, our souls, unfathomably intricate beyond all knowing. The true essence our being, a microcosm of unlimited possibility. Living in wonder. Behold the marvels of this vast universe. Consumed by the mysterious unknown, desperately we seek to understand it, eagerly trying to grasp all that is. Wondering why we live. What purpose is there for our existence. Many say this. Others say that. All answers become more questions. Forever we wonder. We are living wonders, Living in wonder, Wondering why we live.

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born in illusory chains gnarled metal encrusted in my broken skin the copper colored dust of rusted steel infectiously envelopes shaving off antiquated layers of fundamentalist religion encrusted for generations unpeeled until raw an unsophisticated method unveiling ancient lodged glass shards colored with deceit brought before their court interrogated unfathomably skewered an eerie salem witch trial in modern times barbarically they shun me banished i wander aimlessly smelling the rotten decay of deceased community as splinters pierce my feet from the crooked wooden plank i walk alone now an unfathomable inner ache kindled a residue within igniting a wildfire from the darkest shadows uncontainably erupting i dance savagely naked in the orange moonlight and in every shaded edge lit my soul ablaze i am a nomad sheep ‘tho not one of their color no pasture to contain me no shepherd i can follow theological safety nets no longer there to catch me bohemian-like i plunge free falling plummeting stripped wide open magically fearlessness reverses gravitation floating untethered i soar amongst apricot tinged clouds my skin still wet from rebirth and rise with the flaming coral sun you cannot destroy me i twisted in your decrepit pencil sharpener and with fresh mettle cut through the chains that bound you can have my ego but you cannot have my soul dismantling domestication transcending limitation wildly untamed i fly ©2016janetaylor

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Jun 2, 2016

Jun 2, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC

born in illusory chains gnarled metal encrusted in my broken skin the copper colored dust of rusted steel infectiously envelopes shaving off antiquated layers of fundamentalist religion encrusted for generations unpeeled until raw an unsophisticated method unveiling ancient lodged glass shards colored with deceit brought before their court interrogated unfathomably skewered an eerie salem witch trial in modern times barbarically they shun me banished i wander aimlessly smelling the rotten decay of deceased community as splinters pierce my feet from the crooked wooden plank i walk alone now an unfathomable inner ache kindled a residue within igniting a wildfire from the darkest shadows uncontainably erupting i dance savagely naked in the orange moonlight and in every shaded edge lit my soul ablaze i am a nomad sheep ‘tho not one of their color no pasture to contain me no shepherd i can follow theological safety nets no longer there to catch me bohemian-like i plunge free falling plummeting stripped wide open magically fearlessness reverses gravitation floating untethered i soar amongst apricot tinged clouds my skin still wet from rebirth and rise with the flaming coral sun you cannot destroy me i twisted in your decrepit pencil sharpener and with fresh mettle cut through the chains that bound you can have my ego but you cannot have my soul dismantling domestication transcending limitation wildly untamed i fly ©2016janetaylor

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you appear to be real when you really appear then I look in your eyes but you’re not living there I hold out my hand and I cling to cool air I grasp with my mind a subtle despair and I glance toward the sunset at least once a year to see where you're hiding because it is you whom I unfathomably fear

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Aug 20, 2012

Aug 20, 2012 at 4:13 PM UTC

sansara-justinovich

you appear to be real when you really appear then I look in your eyes but you’re not living there I hold out my hand and I cling to cool air I grasp with my mind a subtle despair and I glance toward the sunset at least once a year to see where you're hiding because it is you whom I unfathomably fear

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Now? Now I'm just angry. "I figured I had nothing to apologize for." You were wrong. Unfathomably wrong. Now? Now I'm just angry. You wonder why I have anxiety, Trust issues, and depression too. It's because of people just like you. Now? Now I'm just angry. This has happened so many times. That I can't even imagine such a thing As a person who wouldn't hurt me. Now? Now I'm just angry. I don't care anymore. Do whatever you like. But it won't be with me.

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Apr 20, 2014

Apr 20, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC

Now? Now I'm just angry. "I figured I had nothing to apologize for." You were wrong. Unfathomably wrong. Now? Now I'm just angry. You wonder why I have anxiety, Trust issues, and depression too. It's because of people just like you. Now? Now I'm just angry. This has happened so many times. That I can't even imagine such a thing As a person who wouldn't hurt me. Now? Now I'm just angry. I don't care anymore. Do whatever you like. But it won't be with me.

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I am a diver My being,a vast and majestic ocean Outside,beautiful ,glimmering,shimmering,and dynamic Serene ,somber and smooth,constantly in motion From inside,an abyss deep dark ,strong and fearful at times Often mystical peaceful and intriguing, a calming notion. Whenever free and possible ,alone and faraway from outside Putting on the suit of my soul,I dive deep into my inner self Relaxing my mind,eyes closed,shallow but calming breaths I explore deeper and deeper,as an audacity to discover all. All that REALLY LIES in these unfathomably magnificent depths

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May 24, 2014

May 24, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC

A DIVE IN OCEAN

I am a diver My being,a vast and majestic ocean Outside,beautiful ,glimmering,shimmering,and dynamic Serene ,somber and smooth,constantly in motion From inside,an abyss deep dark ,strong and fearful at times Often mystical peaceful and intriguing, a calming notion. Whenever free and possible ,alone and faraway from outside Putting on the suit of my soul,I dive deep into my inner self Relaxing my mind,eyes closed,shallow but calming breaths I explore deeper and deeper,as an audacity to discover all. All that REALLY LIES in these unfathomably magnificent depths

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What rarity can acclaim to this elusive title? Where surely claiming it itself is against its nature. It might be what our mothers told grubby faced, knee knocked flecks that dart from graffitied parks when light turns dark. Is it in the eye of the beholder, a stubborn piece of irritating dust? Perhaps those who search will never be rewarded with a glimpse as perfection becomes unfathomably further. Why does the haughty swan rise when the it squawks more than the pigeon? Beauty is boxed. It is wrapped in parcels and swaddled in ribbon until one forgets that it is in the child's face and not his hands. Unmeasurable pleasure shouldn't be contained, it roams and commands like a caged tiger. It controls the eye and navigates, onward soldier. So perhaps it is not rare at all but there for all customary enough to anticipate the undeniable.

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC

What rarity can acclaim to this elusive title? Where surely claiming it itself is against its nature. It might be what our mothers told grubby faced, knee knocked flecks that dart from graffitied parks when light turns dark. Is it in the eye of the beholder, a stubborn piece of irritating dust? Perhaps those who search will never be rewarded with a glimpse as perfection becomes unfathomably further. Why does the haughty swan rise when the it squawks more than the pigeon? Beauty is boxed. It is wrapped in parcels and swaddled in ribbon until one forgets that it is in the child's face and not his hands. Unmeasurable pleasure shouldn't be contained, it roams and commands like a caged tiger. It controls the eye and navigates, onward soldier. So perhaps it is not rare at all but there for all customary enough to anticipate the undeniable.

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I am a certified expert in the sequential pushing of buttons, this pushing performed, on a good day, in concert with the expensively purchased, somewhat rare mental model of the workings of a recently commonplace variety of machine dependent at its core on the minuscule presence of increasingly-rare earth metals allowing for the conditional flow of groups of electrons. These machines, like their precursors, are further dependent on the supply of slightly less increasingly rare combustible material for which armed conflicts are routinely fought and many have died. My interest in the machines began at an early age, enticed by the illusion of control, and on the whole, I think, motivated by the idea that these machines processing information, the core mechanism of reality, might be used to create understanding. In the interceding years, it is increasingly apparent to me that while some are used for this purpose, most, like most things around me, are controlled and engaged by multi-personed organisms concerned primarily with: 1) self-preservation AND 2) the collection of, and limited divestment of, unit notions of rarefied value, insured by the existence of another similar organism valued for its 1) self- and nearby-environs preservation AND 2) recent track record of insuring continued relatively easy access to the aforementioned important combustible materials. —it is generally considered to people's credit that this notion of value is thus-derived and no longer as frequently derived by virtue of possessing a metal which, while of certain non-combustible use, is basically just pretty rare and really, really shiny. I find myself again shortly in a need of convincing such an organism that my button pushing is of sufficient quality, on sufficiently frequent good days, that it should consider me a temporary part thereof and divest, of itself to me, sufficient units of value that I might happily continue to push buttons on its behalf in the pursuit of further units. I am, for some reason, somewhat less than thrilled with this prospect finding it, despite its marketability, a maybe less than important enterprise. I am existentially concerned by the idea that my whole value may derive from my button pushing, and is thus further dependent on the availability of rare-earth metal and also-rare combustibles. In some delusion of importance amongst 7 billion plus similar primates and a unfathomably vast universe, I thought you might be interested to know

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Jan 21, 2014

Jan 21, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC

An Autobiography

I am a certified expert in the sequential pushing of buttons, this pushing performed, on a good day, in concert with the expensively purchased, somewhat rare mental model of the workings of a recently commonplace variety of machine dependent at its core on the minuscule presence of increasingly-rare earth metals allowing for the conditional flow of groups of electrons. These machines, like their precursors, are further dependent on the supply of slightly less increasingly rare combustible material for which armed conflicts are routinely fought and many have died. My interest in the machines began at an early age, enticed by the illusion of control, and on the whole, I think, motivated by the idea that these machines processing information, the core mechanism of reality, might be used to create understanding. In the interceding years, it is increasingly apparent to me that while some are used for this purpose, most, like most things around me, are controlled and engaged by multi-personed organisms concerned primarily with: 1) self-preservation AND 2) the collection of, and limited divestment of, unit notions of rarefied value, insured by the existence of another similar organism valued for its 1) self- and nearby-environs preservation AND 2) recent track record of insuring continued relatively easy access to the aforementioned important combustible materials. —it is generally considered to people's credit that this notion of value is thus-derived and no longer as frequently derived by virtue of possessing a metal which, while of certain non-combustible use, is basically just pretty rare and really, really shiny. I find myself again shortly in a need of convincing such an organism that my button pushing is of sufficient quality, on sufficiently frequent good days, that it should consider me a temporary part thereof and divest, of itself to me, sufficient units of value that I might happily continue to push buttons on its behalf in the pursuit of further units. I am, for some reason, somewhat less than thrilled with this prospect finding it, despite its marketability, a maybe less than important enterprise. I am existentially concerned by the idea that my whole value may derive from my button pushing, and is thus further dependent on the availability of rare-earth metal and also-rare combustibles. In some delusion of importance amongst 7 billion plus similar primates and a unfathomably vast universe, I thought you might be interested to know

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I am unfathomably heavy Pinned down by the lead filling my body Numbness seeps into my skin My vision clouds over and sounds become muffled My lungs are full of lead I cease to breathe It tastes lonely and complete I am immovable Dirt cascades across my face Buried deep where I belong Down in the burial grounds Where my crushing weight goes unnoticed

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Apr 21, 2015

Apr 21, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC

I am unfathomably heavy Pinned down by the lead filling my body Numbness seeps into my skin My vision clouds over and sounds become muffled My lungs are full of lead I cease to breathe It tastes lonely and complete I am immovable Dirt cascades across my face Buried deep where I belong Down in the burial grounds Where my crushing weight goes unnoticed

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the clouds are breaking slowly and sweetly and just enough to let ribbons of sunlight splash down on our faces let's play today let's fill the car with gas and beer and horseshoes and disappear for a few hours on end further south on the lake shore let's run rampant today kick off our shoes and paddle over the cracking pavement barefoot at full speed and full of laughter let's jump in the puddles and build in the mud and dance in the wild flowers like we used to before we learned that others may be watching let's fly a kite unfathomably high upwards enough to tap-dance through the rings of saturn and scoop us up some treasures- astrological costume jewelry just waiting to be adorned let's sing like we aren't afraid snap our way to center stage and bathe in sweltering limelight for the world to hear we'll sing away all our blues and the rest of the world's blues too let's jump off the high cliffs in our steam pressed sunday best to show at least ourselves we're all we've got to impress and as we're weightless and pressurized beneath the surface of a glossy green lake let the buttons and cufflinks and pearl earrings fall away so we can see ourselves some clean way again let's forget let us never remember being scared and lonely and lost at cumbersome crossroads of the past let's rebuild ourselves from scratch press stardust and dirt from the ground up to make us new and real and something we can finally feel proud of let's be magic light in the dark and love to the lost we can heal hearts we can hold hands we can be friends and be happy let's play today

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Dec 23, 2012

Dec 23, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC

Sparrowfreckles

let's play today.

the clouds are breaking slowly and sweetly and just enough to let ribbons of sunlight splash down on our faces let's play today let's fill the car with gas and beer and horseshoes and disappear for a few hours on end further south on the lake shore let's run rampant today kick off our shoes and paddle over the cracking pavement barefoot at full speed and full of laughter let's jump in the puddles and build in the mud and dance in the wild flowers like we used to before we learned that others may be watching let's fly a kite unfathomably high upwards enough to tap-dance through the rings of saturn and scoop us up some treasures- astrological costume jewelry just waiting to be adorned let's sing like we aren't afraid snap our way to center stage and bathe in sweltering limelight for the world to hear we'll sing away all our blues and the rest of the world's blues too let's jump off the high cliffs in our steam pressed sunday best to show at least ourselves we're all we've got to impress and as we're weightless and pressurized beneath the surface of a glossy green lake let the buttons and cufflinks and pearl earrings fall away so we can see ourselves some clean way again let's forget let us never remember being scared and lonely and lost at cumbersome crossroads of the past let's rebuild ourselves from scratch press stardust and dirt from the ground up to make us new and real and something we can finally feel proud of let's be magic light in the dark and love to the lost we can heal hearts we can hold hands we can be friends and be happy let's play today

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Tossing to and fro as if combating a hostile sea/ dark thoughts cloud the inner sanctum of my mind/ the distress, the bitterness, the anguish, the grief, the sadness, the lonliness, the unfathomably lustful pain/ that I face burn with the intensity of the fires of hell that await me/ Guardians of chaos; harvesters of damsels come for me that I drown in their sins/ rip the fabric of my consciousness asunder/ my ***** sing an aria of sorrow, listen to the requiem of the ****** a miasma of death flood my bowels/ decay enters my womb and I plunge deeper into madness/ I'm an error; a fault of life as the demonic servants consume my flesh for what feels like a eternity/ as we desend in to the pit of blasphemy, defilement, pagans, and idol worshippers/ he deprives my spirit of the rightousness, tears it from its mortal bond and it unfurls into a ethereal cloud of emptiness/ being ravaged my capture looks off in the distance as if performing an exhibition/ with every touch I feel dead inside all the while the nightmare watches with a disgustingly grim grin.... This was written for a art history class inspired by "The Nightmare" by Henry Fuseli Tell me what you think of the interpretation!!

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Nov 14, 2013

Nov 14, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC

Tossing to and fro as if combating a hostile sea/ dark thoughts cloud the inner sanctum of my mind/ the distress, the bitterness, the anguish, the grief, the sadness, the lonliness, the unfathomably lustful pain/ that I face burn with the intensity of the fires of hell that await me/ Guardians of chaos; harvesters of damsels come for me that I drown in their sins/ rip the fabric of my consciousness asunder/ my ***** sing an aria of sorrow, listen to the requiem of the ****** a miasma of death flood my bowels/ decay enters my womb and I plunge deeper into madness/ I'm an error; a fault of life as the demonic servants consume my flesh for what feels like a eternity/ as we desend in to the pit of blasphemy, defilement, pagans, and idol worshippers/ he deprives my spirit of the rightousness, tears it from its mortal bond and it unfurls into a ethereal cloud of emptiness/ being ravaged my capture looks off in the distance as if performing an exhibition/ with every touch I feel dead inside all the while the nightmare watches with a disgustingly grim grin.... This was written for a art history class inspired by "The Nightmare" by Henry Fuseli Tell me what you think of the interpretation!!

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You are the body of Siva, having sun and moon for twin ******* Your Self, I surmise, O Goddess, as a new sinless Self; Therefore, by mutual complementarity, this relation remains one of common reciprocity Between You two, participating on equal terms of transcendent bliss. --Soundarya Lahiri you wandered into the cave of this spiritual heart. the moment you entered, these eyes flew open--and glowed nocturnally. black, the color of dispassion-- moved with you, till it realized it moved and was broken. even after perfectly seeing the hell that is desire, desire thus!!! you conjured this, you called out into the wild...and now i call back!!! i couldn't resist you, because you awakened the realization that there's more to be burned. your hand found its way across the cave walls...never was a touch so familiar. you create the time it takes for five fingers to hold every hand ever formed. if it is i've understood the energetic exchange, and you have not...manifold the cave. how unfathomably deeper the depth, and i must love you relentlessly for making it there. i have forever to wait out your mind. eyes closed...tears of ecstasy cutting down a face of ash.

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Jul 14, 2018

Jul 14, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC

You are the body of Siva, having sun and moon for twin ******* Your Self, I surmise, O Goddess, as a new sinless Self; Therefore, by mutual complementarity, this relation remains one of common reciprocity Between You two, participating on equal terms of transcendent bliss. --Soundarya Lahiri you wandered into the cave of this spiritual heart. the moment you entered, these eyes flew open--and glowed nocturnally. black, the color of dispassion-- moved with you, till it realized it moved and was broken. even after perfectly seeing the hell that is desire, desire thus!!! you conjured this, you called out into the wild...and now i call back!!! i couldn't resist you, because you awakened the realization that there's more to be burned. your hand found its way across the cave walls...never was a touch so familiar. you create the time it takes for five fingers to hold every hand ever formed. if it is i've understood the energetic exchange, and you have not...manifold the cave. how unfathomably deeper the depth, and i must love you relentlessly for making it there. i have forever to wait out your mind. eyes closed...tears of ecstasy cutting down a face of ash.

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A constant struggle Putting together fractions of the unsolved puzzle Smashing your head against the wall As you lament by draining your waterfall Rupturing every bit inside you Expressing the powerlessness you thought you outgrew Sono innamorata Flowing through me like burning lava It's unfathomably superb Keeps you on high hopes And a stage of being morosely absurd.

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Sep 4, 2013

Sep 4, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC

A constant struggle Putting together fractions of the unsolved puzzle Smashing your head against the wall As you lament by draining your waterfall Rupturing every bit inside you Expressing the powerlessness you thought you outgrew Sono innamorata Flowing through me like burning lava It's unfathomably superb Keeps you on high hopes And a stage of being morosely absurd.

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Is this what love was meant to be? This overwhelming feeling in your company Undeniably true, unfathomably right Becoming my everything in the blink of an eye How is every touch so perfectly placed Mindful and distinct Yet absent-mindedly performed Like second nature Every word written or uttered from your lips Fills my heart to burst You've been fulfilling my young girl fantasies Those of which I never thought could be brought into this reality When you ask me, "where did you come from?" While staring into my eyes, bewildered Or breathlessly gasp, "what the **** During and after every passionate night Every time I'd blow your mind Knowledge of some obscure childhood memory you hold dear I was there to share it Though I was nowhere near Our beginning started on a shattered base Each of us unaware that the other Was precisely meant to be in this place Convoluted events leading us here At the same time For our beginning It's been 4 years in the making, you and I And even longer than that still A perfect set of circumstances That it took to reveal You're what I've been wanting You're what I've been seeking I'm what you've been yearning for I'm what you've been needing May we continue to grow this happiness Grow this family Meld these lives Expand our spirits I cannot explain why I feel this way But I promise to love you every day

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Sep 13, 2023

Sep 13, 2023 at 10:57 AM UTC

miranda_green_witch

What Have I Been Missing

Is this what love was meant to be? This overwhelming feeling in your company Undeniably true, unfathomably right Becoming my everything in the blink of an eye How is every touch so perfectly placed Mindful and distinct Yet absent-mindedly performed Like second nature Every word written or uttered from your lips Fills my heart to burst You've been fulfilling my young girl fantasies Those of which I never thought could be brought into this reality When you ask me, "where did you come from?" While staring into my eyes, bewildered Or breathlessly gasp, "what the **** During and after every passionate night Every time I'd blow your mind Knowledge of some obscure childhood memory you hold dear I was there to share it Though I was nowhere near Our beginning started on a shattered base Each of us unaware that the other Was precisely meant to be in this place Convoluted events leading us here At the same time For our beginning It's been 4 years in the making, you and I And even longer than that still A perfect set of circumstances That it took to reveal You're what I've been wanting You're what I've been seeking I'm what you've been yearning for I'm what you've been needing May we continue to grow this happiness Grow this family Meld these lives Expand our spirits I cannot explain why I feel this way But I promise to love you every day

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and when your grip tightened around my waist the urgency of your mouth to capture my taste from that moment i knew i was done completely and totally unfathomably yours

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Sep 30, 2014

Sep 30, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC

from that moment

and when your grip tightened around my waist the urgency of your mouth to capture my taste from that moment i knew i was done completely and totally unfathomably yours

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Sitting in silent bliss, absorbed in the Absolute, that perfect smile so at home on your beautiful, radiant face. Regal as a queen, laughter busts out of you suddenly like tropical rain. A colorful flower opening in time-lapse magic. Hands of finest delicacy, refined by teaching the pathless path to infinity. A mind as clear and wise as the heart is kind, strong and loyal. Infinite tenderness is the Unity within you. One early morning, first of your birthdays I was to celebrate, watermelon juice whirred to completion while I cut two huge banana leaves on which to place my gifts before your door. In the yogic flying hall, just a little later, there you were, transformed. A Balinese angel wearing jade green wings sat amongst us. Soft dark hair swept up into a sanyasi's top knot, and that same eternal smile of bliss. You were wearing the love I had given you, making those giant leaves into wings that would carry us into decades of friendship, through passages of loved ones, and life's hardest challenges. Unfathomably, wherever we are on Mother Earth, we are always we, even as you are you, and I am always me.

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Oct 18, 2015

Oct 18, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC

Sitting in silent bliss, absorbed in the Absolute, that perfect smile so at home on your beautiful, radiant face. Regal as a queen, laughter busts out of you suddenly like tropical rain. A colorful flower opening in time-lapse magic. Hands of finest delicacy, refined by teaching the pathless path to infinity. A mind as clear and wise as the heart is kind, strong and loyal. Infinite tenderness is the Unity within you. One early morning, first of your birthdays I was to celebrate, watermelon juice whirred to completion while I cut two huge banana leaves on which to place my gifts before your door. In the yogic flying hall, just a little later, there you were, transformed. A Balinese angel wearing jade green wings sat amongst us. Soft dark hair swept up into a sanyasi's top knot, and that same eternal smile of bliss. You were wearing the love I had given you, making those giant leaves into wings that would carry us into decades of friendship, through passages of loved ones, and life's hardest challenges. Unfathomably, wherever we are on Mother Earth, we are always we, even as you are you, and I am always me.

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I’m writing this in between Stints of self-medicating When the memories scream the loudest When the heartache feels the deepest This feeling it feels bottomless An unfathomably hollow emptiness A deep dark abyss From which I can’t escape Let me start by saying That I feel like a ***** up A self-destructive piece of **** You were the only one that kept me grounded My heart’s beating too fast write now Even though I know you’ll never see this I have an uncontrollable angst You kept me sane in this crazy ****** up world You were my best friend You know everything about me Even my ****** up daddy stories The ones I don’t tell anyone about We almost had a kid together It was the most terrifying moment of my life And I still haven’t told anyone about it ‘Cause I thought I’d have you to hold me during the nightmares But I’m a complete **** up (Nothing good ever stays with me) Not my father, not you Yeah, everything I touch turns to **** “Light up till the pain gone” Now I’m quoting rap songs But I’m inconsolable and it’s true I haven’t come down since you left me I wish you could’ve seen the pain in my eyes I wish you could’ve heard my cry for help Every time I drank myself into oblivion All I needed was for you to take it all away I wanted you to fight for us To put your beautiful pride down For just one second and to realize That I would go to the ends of the universe for you I would've swept my self-numbing aside Not for you but for us I believed in us and all we were But I was for us and you were for you These past few weeks We haven’t spoken a word So the dreams keep getting longer And the aching keeps on aching I keep telling friends funny stories My best memories throughout recent years And all of them include you My best memories are with you I realize you don’t want anything to do with me But I hope you at least look back and smile I pray that you cherish our memories .. Please don’t throw our love out of your consciousness completely. Love, L

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May 5, 2015

May 5, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC

I’m writing this in between Stints of self-medicating When the memories scream the loudest When the heartache feels the deepest This feeling it feels bottomless An unfathomably hollow emptiness A deep dark abyss From which I can’t escape Let me start by saying That I feel like a ***** up A self-destructive piece of **** You were the only one that kept me grounded My heart’s beating too fast write now Even though I know you’ll never see this I have an uncontrollable angst You kept me sane in this crazy ****** up world You were my best friend You know everything about me Even my ****** up daddy stories The ones I don’t tell anyone about We almost had a kid together It was the most terrifying moment of my life And I still haven’t told anyone about it ‘Cause I thought I’d have you to hold me during the nightmares But I’m a complete **** up (Nothing good ever stays with me) Not my father, not you Yeah, everything I touch turns to **** “Light up till the pain gone” Now I’m quoting rap songs But I’m inconsolable and it’s true I haven’t come down since you left me I wish you could’ve seen the pain in my eyes I wish you could’ve heard my cry for help Every time I drank myself into oblivion All I needed was for you to take it all away I wanted you to fight for us To put your beautiful pride down For just one second and to realize That I would go to the ends of the universe for you I would've swept my self-numbing aside Not for you but for us I believed in us and all we were But I was for us and you were for you These past few weeks We haven’t spoken a word So the dreams keep getting longer And the aching keeps on aching I keep telling friends funny stories My best memories throughout recent years And all of them include you My best memories are with you I realize you don’t want anything to do with me But I hope you at least look back and smile I pray that you cherish our memories .. Please don’t throw our love out of your consciousness completely. Love, L

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Like the sun's transcendental glow- His positive energy is illuminating Like the sun is an almost perfect sphere - His personality, character and qualities are almost flawless Like the sun is the source of Earth's bio - His very existence sustains my joyful life Like the sun being our universe's calm, steady and powerful center - His presence occupies the core of my thought, word and deed Like the sun radiates a strong magnetic field - His embodiment allures me so intensely yet effortlessly Though the sun's light reaches Earth in 8 minutes - His light extends to me in an attosecond Though the Sun contains 99.86% of the mass in the Solar System- His accommodation in my heart encompasses a full 100% Though the sun may one day run out of nuclear fuel and burn out His love for me and my love for Him will remain eternal, everlasting... ***Unfathomably, Spiritually endless... There can only be one sun in a universe, I know not mine.

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Nov 2, 2015

Nov 2, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC

tahirih-boodhoo

Like the sun's transcendental glow- His positive energy is illuminating Like the sun is an almost perfect sphere - His personality, character and qualities are almost flawless Like the sun is the source of Earth's bio - His very existence sustains my joyful life Like the sun being our universe's calm, steady and powerful center - His presence occupies the core of my thought, word and deed Like the sun radiates a strong magnetic field - His embodiment allures me so intensely yet effortlessly Though the sun's light reaches Earth in 8 minutes - His light extends to me in an attosecond Though the Sun contains 99.86% of the mass in the Solar System- His accommodation in my heart encompasses a full 100% Though the sun may one day run out of nuclear fuel and burn out His love for me and my love for Him will remain eternal, everlasting... ***Unfathomably, Spiritually endless... There can only be one sun in a universe, I know not mine.

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I wish it was easy for me to do what you do, But I have never been very good at opening myself up. You do it with such elegance. Your every word begs for attention and leaks a little of you into the air. People breathe you like oxygen, and have come to need you even more. Life. Your eyes tell me what mine could be like If I dared to follow in your Rebellious, graceful, Albeit complicated footsteps; once again you are the first one on the dance floor, But the beat I hear most clearly when I'm around you Is not the one you inspire Club One to clap to. One million loose-lipped ladies and never a line about you, because no one has it in them to talk about what isn't in you. You are a poet's dream. You are pure beauty in its rarest form--sincerity. You are every coin thrown in a hat, every victory yell, every unexpected smile at the turn of something new, every bird who refuses to fly in a pattern. You are what's inside every note. You are fiercely loved. You are frustratingly, and unfathomably, too good for words. and only the sunshine deserves you.

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Jun 17, 2013

Jun 17, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC

I wish it was easy for me to do what you do, But I have never been very good at opening myself up. You do it with such elegance. Your every word begs for attention and leaks a little of you into the air. People breathe you like oxygen, and have come to need you even more. Life. Your eyes tell me what mine could be like If I dared to follow in your Rebellious, graceful, Albeit complicated footsteps; once again you are the first one on the dance floor, But the beat I hear most clearly when I'm around you Is not the one you inspire Club One to clap to. One million loose-lipped ladies and never a line about you, because no one has it in them to talk about what isn't in you. You are a poet's dream. You are pure beauty in its rarest form--sincerity. You are every coin thrown in a hat, every victory yell, every unexpected smile at the turn of something new, every bird who refuses to fly in a pattern. You are what's inside every note. You are fiercely loved. You are frustratingly, and unfathomably, too good for words. and only the sunshine deserves you.

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i wasn't searching for you the first time i spoke with you in the hushed library i am unfathomably lucky i feel what you feel even though you have no idea and when you glance down at your hands i understand the loneliness when you lay your head down i drown in disappointment at the moment i'm praying that somehow i have to move with you that way i can keep you safe from the dreadful voices in your head as you feebly attempt to adjust to yet another school i know you have trouble with this and how difficult you find it i carry you in my heart you are the perfect baggage

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May 16, 2013

May 16, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC

i wasn't searching for you the first time i spoke with you in the hushed library i am unfathomably lucky i feel what you feel even though you have no idea and when you glance down at your hands i understand the loneliness when you lay your head down i drown in disappointment at the moment i'm praying that somehow i have to move with you that way i can keep you safe from the dreadful voices in your head as you feebly attempt to adjust to yet another school i know you have trouble with this and how difficult you find it i carry you in my heart you are the perfect baggage

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*oh, and advertisement, καπριτσιολογια's natural ******* offspring works well with the perfectly pitched representation of the dynamism on the scales of cross-parallel social strata (i.e. "psychology" / social standardising en masse): a new york grid system: square square square, rectangle, square square square: shoeshine popsicle goldfish pig's trough.* i found the investments of psychology all too unfathomably capricious, where the ratio of theory to full-extent concrete proofs is a solution: in that when one theory fails another two emerge, and so on and so forth, in that great existential ****** of dream interpretation, the golden cockerel of freud glees with anticipation to sprout a gigantic volcano gush of microscopic life to enter the great **** eye that cannot peer into itself and consider both being and nothingness, as the great ego eye of man does from the fully formed foetus nimble footed and thumbs on the ready in the grand coliseum of life - just a great fishing net where once the mighty fisherman st. peter caught fish, now herr anti-sanctus freud catches foetuses of frogs - the womb the water of these paradoxical amphibian representations; psychology, the study of dreams, the extinction of soul - apparently even asthma is unaccounted for, the way in which thinking becomes what thinking always was: a malignant capricious medium pulverised by five vectors, and the sixth a form of two selves: the selfless and the selfish... dragged down to the molecular degeneracy of explanation using genes, but not protons neutrons or electrons - that's reserved for the sun, the planets and the cosmos. indeed, if psychology is the study of breathing and not the study of thinking: imagine what a hot snarling and wet breath raising a voice in anger does to a cosy psychologist sitting in his office, surrounded by ******* figurines and african voodoo masks... sends him running... the inverse form of asthma, asthma with words, the angry asthma, of uninhibited thinking, pure vocalisation of emotion... no, i think less and less of psychology... i think i'll just call it καπριτσιολογια: the study of caprices, the study of whims - e.g. a guy walks into a McDonald's, orders a big mac in the following way: - yes, but no lettuce, no mayo, no cheese, no onions... just the bun the meat and ketchup.

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Feb 26, 2016

Feb 26, 2016 at 7:34 AM UTC

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καπριτσιολογια (kapritsiologia)

*oh, and advertisement, καπριτσιολογια's natural ******* offspring works well with the perfectly pitched representation of the dynamism on the scales of cross-parallel social strata (i.e. "psychology" / social standardising en masse): a new york grid system: square square square, rectangle, square square square: shoeshine popsicle goldfish pig's trough.* i found the investments of psychology all too unfathomably capricious, where the ratio of theory to full-extent concrete proofs is a solution: in that when one theory fails another two emerge, and so on and so forth, in that great existential ****** of dream interpretation, the golden cockerel of freud glees with anticipation to sprout a gigantic volcano gush of microscopic life to enter the great **** eye that cannot peer into itself and consider both being and nothingness, as the great ego eye of man does from the fully formed foetus nimble footed and thumbs on the ready in the grand coliseum of life - just a great fishing net where once the mighty fisherman st. peter caught fish, now herr anti-sanctus freud catches foetuses of frogs - the womb the water of these paradoxical amphibian representations; psychology, the study of dreams, the extinction of soul - apparently even asthma is unaccounted for, the way in which thinking becomes what thinking always was: a malignant capricious medium pulverised by five vectors, and the sixth a form of two selves: the selfless and the selfish... dragged down to the molecular degeneracy of explanation using genes, but not protons neutrons or electrons - that's reserved for the sun, the planets and the cosmos. indeed, if psychology is the study of breathing and not the study of thinking: imagine what a hot snarling and wet breath raising a voice in anger does to a cosy psychologist sitting in his office, surrounded by ******* figurines and african voodoo masks... sends him running... the inverse form of asthma, asthma with words, the angry asthma, of uninhibited thinking, pure vocalisation of emotion... no, i think less and less of psychology... i think i'll just call it καπριτσιολογια: the study of caprices, the study of whims - e.g. a guy walks into a McDonald's, orders a big mac in the following way: - yes, but no lettuce, no mayo, no cheese, no onions... just the bun the meat and ketchup.

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For Tyson, My Love Never will I meet another like you Your light shone brighter than the Sun. Your coo was as beautiful as a robin's song carried on the wind. Your smile was unfathomably contagious. The way you would cut your eyes and smile so knowingly... As if you held a secret Just between you and me... and when you smiled, I felt I knew it too. There will never be an answer. No reason could ever be sufficient. You came here as an Angel, and as an Angel you did leave us. I am honored to have known you For even a short while. You may have only been a baby But your spirit felt 100 years old... And although your time here seemed limited, the imprint you left is infinite. You are ageless. You are the embodiment of love. You are my Guardian. My Angel Elite. My watchtower. My lighthouse. My baby. Forever. Mine Grumble Grumble Mine Squishee Man. Mine Love. Until my last breathe. And even after...

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May 10, 2015

May 10, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC

For Tyson, My Love

For Tyson, My Love Never will I meet another like you Your light shone brighter than the Sun. Your coo was as beautiful as a robin's song carried on the wind. Your smile was unfathomably contagious. The way you would cut your eyes and smile so knowingly... As if you held a secret Just between you and me... and when you smiled, I felt I knew it too. There will never be an answer. No reason could ever be sufficient. You came here as an Angel, and as an Angel you did leave us. I am honored to have known you For even a short while. You may have only been a baby But your spirit felt 100 years old... And although your time here seemed limited, the imprint you left is infinite. You are ageless. You are the embodiment of love. You are my Guardian. My Angel Elite. My watchtower. My lighthouse. My baby. Forever. Mine Grumble Grumble Mine Squishee Man. Mine Love. Until my last breathe. And even after...

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The girl was a novel awaiting to be read, Sitting on a oak shelf with endless colors in her hair. She wore her scars hidden behind her parchment clothes, Dreaming about a chapter that had yet to be exposed. She spent her days between the pages, Falling behind in the world's story. She had read herself so many times, that she had forgotten to read the world once. The girl was a novel awaiting to be read, by someone rather than herself. She had been consumed in her own pages, lost in a sea unfathomably alone. The girl never once turned to look beside her; at the row of books left untouched on the same shelf. They had always been there in their rainbow sea of colors; their binders tattered and titles exposed. She believed herself to be a book, never a reader. The oak shelf did nothing but support her. The girl was a novel awaiting to be read. The girl was a novel awaiting to be favored.

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Apr 21, 2016

Apr 21, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC

The girl was a novel awaiting to be read, Sitting on a oak shelf with endless colors in her hair. She wore her scars hidden behind her parchment clothes, Dreaming about a chapter that had yet to be exposed. She spent her days between the pages, Falling behind in the world's story. She had read herself so many times, that she had forgotten to read the world once. The girl was a novel awaiting to be read, by someone rather than herself. She had been consumed in her own pages, lost in a sea unfathomably alone. The girl never once turned to look beside her; at the row of books left untouched on the same shelf. They had always been there in their rainbow sea of colors; their binders tattered and titles exposed. She believed herself to be a book, never a reader. The oak shelf did nothing but support her. The girl was a novel awaiting to be read. The girl was a novel awaiting to be favored.

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If you hold a seashell Against your ear, You will hear a tic-toc Within the knock of your own Heart counting down by Each beat being Unfathomably fainter; you Must Write Now. Write for your life. Silence is sin. Blank pages and Clean walls around The dwellings of your poetic Powers; pure Blasphemy. Write, poet. Write for your life. Counter every grain Of sand passing, with Words. Write prose on the wind with Your fingers to be carried into The Archives of All. Write as if Your death depends On it. Express the beauty of Our common insignificance, And how we are still Held above Angels. Write for your lives, flee From slumber; awake. There's lucidity here, unlike Any seen through the haze of a Dreamer's eyes. You are the voice of the Human Race, the last line of Defence against Robot lives In a cold Machine. Write for our lives. Write for your lives.

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May 27, 2014

May 27, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC

Write For Your Lives

If you hold a seashell Against your ear, You will hear a tic-toc Within the knock of your own Heart counting down by Each beat being Unfathomably fainter; you Must Write Now. Write for your life. Silence is sin. Blank pages and Clean walls around The dwellings of your poetic Powers; pure Blasphemy. Write, poet. Write for your life. Counter every grain Of sand passing, with Words. Write prose on the wind with Your fingers to be carried into The Archives of All. Write as if Your death depends On it. Express the beauty of Our common insignificance, And how we are still Held above Angels. Write for your lives, flee From slumber; awake. There's lucidity here, unlike Any seen through the haze of a Dreamer's eyes. You are the voice of the Human Race, the last line of Defence against Robot lives In a cold Machine. Write for our lives. Write for your lives.

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What I wish to be exists not. To have Years of sorrow and grief forgot, But oh, oh no; That suffering will long remain. It will riddle my mind; Labyrinthine confines -- All alone, always, Unfathomably far from every shore, From what I once adored. This is emptiness: This is the void of being. I will wake up with that knot Still In my stomach, Lying awake for hours, Hardly moving, Immobile, Still, so still, Clenching for comfort and warmth and care, But it simply won't be there, And it very well may never return. That flame of the few That I once knew, So pure and so true, Has withered into an ember, And it's so far away, this I know. I would rather go ahead and die, Some times, I think, Than live a life of mediocrity; Of predictability. Yet I'm also dying to find any source of light In this abyss, Or an escape. But I can't find one. I'm having so much trouble simply existing. I was not cut out for this world, I can tell you that for certain. Oh, with such certainty. I cannot handle the pain of everything around me, Of proxy wars and vast slums. Of paved forests and rigged economies. It is far too much for me to ignore... Far, far, far too much, This is for certain. With such certainty. So is opting out the way to go? It's getting to where I'd do anything To not exist as I presently am, And to not exist where I presently am: In this desperate mind inside a dying world. I just want to be okay with living. But I absolutely mean this when I say it: All of the pain in the world, All of the inequality, Stratification, Corruption, Tragedy, Genocide, I feel it. I feel all of it... It pulls and drags me Into some unknown depth, Some infinite chasm, Where no light has ever been, Where no light will ever be, And where I am not sure If I will ever leave.

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Aug 18, 2014

Aug 18, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC

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What I wish to be exists not. To have Years of sorrow and grief forgot, But oh, oh no; That suffering will long remain. It will riddle my mind; Labyrinthine confines -- All alone, always, Unfathomably far from every shore, From what I once adored. This is emptiness: This is the void of being. I will wake up with that knot Still In my stomach, Lying awake for hours, Hardly moving, Immobile, Still, so still, Clenching for comfort and warmth and care, But it simply won't be there, And it very well may never return. That flame of the few That I once knew, So pure and so true, Has withered into an ember, And it's so far away, this I know. I would rather go ahead and die, Some times, I think, Than live a life of mediocrity; Of predictability. Yet I'm also dying to find any source of light In this abyss, Or an escape. But I can't find one. I'm having so much trouble simply existing. I was not cut out for this world, I can tell you that for certain. Oh, with such certainty. I cannot handle the pain of everything around me, Of proxy wars and vast slums. Of paved forests and rigged economies. It is far too much for me to ignore... Far, far, far too much, This is for certain. With such certainty. So is opting out the way to go? It's getting to where I'd do anything To not exist as I presently am, And to not exist where I presently am: In this desperate mind inside a dying world. I just want to be okay with living. But I absolutely mean this when I say it: All of the pain in the world, All of the inequality, Stratification, Corruption, Tragedy, Genocide, I feel it. I feel all of it... It pulls and drags me Into some unknown depth, Some infinite chasm, Where no light has ever been, Where no light will ever be, And where I am not sure If I will ever leave.

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The only thing that makes it easier right now is that I am in love. By the time I was 15 I had already been tossed aside onto a path that has led me through unfathomably amazing and terrible moments that have scarred and forever changed me as a person. And I'm still alive, living- still experiencing traumatic losses, broken dreams and the growing pains of being an almost 18 year old girl with a little attitude. I was always destined to be unconventional, as a child I couldn't imagine my perfect american dream house, or what I was going to aspire to as I grew older. I felt joy in simple things, such as nature, tea after a long day, a smile, his eyes and painting. I never felt I had any remarkable, or valuable skills, until you showed me. You made me realize that even if you've lost, you're broken and every day your body and brain ache from the pains of growing almost 18, you'll survive another day. That things like trees, tea and art- are sometimes all you need. That I will go far, I'll make it somehow and I will succeed. Finally, after all these years I can clearly see- my perfect american dream house, just you & me.

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC

I can't help but love (him)

The only thing that makes it easier right now is that I am in love. By the time I was 15 I had already been tossed aside onto a path that has led me through unfathomably amazing and terrible moments that have scarred and forever changed me as a person. And I'm still alive, living- still experiencing traumatic losses, broken dreams and the growing pains of being an almost 18 year old girl with a little attitude. I was always destined to be unconventional, as a child I couldn't imagine my perfect american dream house, or what I was going to aspire to as I grew older. I felt joy in simple things, such as nature, tea after a long day, a smile, his eyes and painting. I never felt I had any remarkable, or valuable skills, until you showed me. You made me realize that even if you've lost, you're broken and every day your body and brain ache from the pains of growing almost 18, you'll survive another day. That things like trees, tea and art- are sometimes all you need. That I will go far, I'll make it somehow and I will succeed. Finally, after all these years I can clearly see- my perfect american dream house, just you & me.

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