Sunday, September 19, 2021

Mirror

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(Pexels) "A small wooden house near that sweet lake",that's what you said to mewhen I asked you what your dream was. Now together we stand herenext to our wooden house,holding two cups of coffee,we stand...

Dear Lungs

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Dear Lungs,I’m sorry for being caught upin the endless search for numbness.I have forgotten that it was you, above all,that let the holy breath enter my soul. I hope you remember the times,where balloons...

Schizophrenic

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Anger Is such a pointless emotion Yet it consumes me Anger at voices nattering away, of silent words and silent urges. Tyrants in their kingdom Fighting off the plague I am alone, And surrounded, by war....

Enlightenment Part III: Acceptance

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Overwhelmed with such knowledge, Thoughts no longer his own and acts of pure will,He descended the mountain to his old home. Everything felt the same. There was buying, There was selling.

Waves

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it comes at night, after soft, gruelling days. like a tidal wave, it rises and crashes over me: dragging me...

The Sound of Rain

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Searching for meaning in an empty coffee cup he sat around the busy café contemplating life. The rain pouring out her dreams and hopes on the clear window as if to shout out “It is me...

Dear Heart

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Dear Heart,I’m sorry for wearing you on my sleeve,and giving you away, as if you werebut a stone that held me down.You are a compass,a compass with a lost sense of direction.A compass which only points meto...

Enlightenment Part II: The Answer

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He awoke to the sound of birds singing as the morning sun rose up from behind the bleached horizon, and chased the night away with its holy fire.

The Talk

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(Giovenna Sipalay/Flickr) On the days dedicated to casting a lightonto those living in debilitating darkness,we have chosen to shine it onto ourselvesand while we bask in a thawing glow,those who need it the most,go another eternity without light.

Enlightenment Part I: The Question

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(Albert Stanica/The Baron) On top of the green, infinite mountains stands a man no older than eternity, talking to nature as the soft whispers of the...