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[452] The Road To Recovery
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Make me believe in ecstasy I am tired of not being seen in anything other than miseryShow me the magic you see every daySo I can see things I can’t perceiveI want to be able to wantand find a passion to burn,a wind to blow and a storm to fallRare words to fall back onInterventions…
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[451] The Nostalgic Illness
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Disappearing dreams on the edgesof fluttering rotting pages under nimbus cloudsNostradamus rains all his telic propheciesof lost potential when the mind is illCan you try understanding simplicityin all its puzzling complexity ordoes the mind need a substance for it cannot articulate its own diseaseMeditative care or empathyand the presence of mind I am present here…
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[450] The Grateful Undead
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Chronic illness of dancing starsSupernova tirednessfinds us detached from lifeStorms scare the little resolve of the undeadDisconcerted efforts all to keep insanity at bayDrained of whiteI discover a new vocabularythat survival teachesto the ones left alive Painting by Frank Kelly Freas
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[449] The Ages of Man
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Every way that anyonehas tried to show me always ended up in a cul de sac Feverish intensitiesBurnt out cavalryEmotional fallacies I retrace my stepstake a left from the bush of ignoranceand a right from whenever I felt right Pride can lead to vanity and I neededto reach a zone outside of my comfortThe haven…
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[447] The Potential In You
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I mask a mask of survival that has overstayed its welcome likedrizzle after a stormThe mask is a shapeshifteran excuse spitter, so naturallyit dreads questions that revealits truest nature, so I dare askWhat do you fear to admit?How deep is your survivors’ guilt?What disappointments do you hide?What memory do you block through denial?Does grief stop…
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[446] The Same Old Song
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Up again I fear admitting that I can admit fear Elongated status quo misery to not admit the misery of my psycheRationale finds me conveniently when habit is found to be absentminded Days flow in a daze Time passes me mesmerisedIn an imprisoning loop of an infinite laughter So I give in… to… sleep. Up…
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[444] The Festival of Poetry
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In the bloom of Aprildiscipline is cultivated andthe morning light feels curiousHeightened awareness for words unknownfrom unconscious worlds unexploredThe rise of wordsmiths cultivating a culture of rhymecreating a bridge from their abyss to walk into the readers’ soul We dream alliterations in Apriland imagine imagery in its infinite jestWe personify the prompts given and keep…
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[443] The Extinction of Hurt
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There are 17-20 species of hurt alive todayall of which live in the southern half of the heartJust before taking flight in the body, it releases numbnessfrom our rusted feathers to transform itself into painMost hurt swims in the body at a meagre pacebut the fastest hurt can reach top speeds of 22 mphUsually a…
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[442] First Step To Action
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I know, I alonethe feelings of a frozen heartDisbelief and shut eyesNo solace in the inner thoughtOnly I, only IEgo is the real causeBecause the world is full of sufferingand I get to write my demons out. Privilege. NaPoWriMo Day 23: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that responds, in some…
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[441] Thank Your Stars
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The rough seas demanded a sacrificeThe North Star hid behind clouds in plain sight when the survivors looked for directions beyondThe compass was invented and manifestedto shift the anchor of our gaze down to our fool’s paradiseSailors turned to explorers all in an overnightWe became the makers of our destiny and exploredthe first frontier called…
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[440] Know Your Dreams, Know Thyself
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I am what I end up not sayingI am what I end up not thinkingI am what evades the sightI am what you do not read between the linesI am.Between the lines, I breathe paradoxesBetween the words, I squiggle for realisationsBetween the days, I try to evade thinkingBetween the nights, I dream my evaded thinkingBetween…
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[439] Sun Through The Clouds
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Endless blue when I think too much Feverish fatigue of not knowing it all sets inSo I borrow somebody’s evolved thought to say goodbye blueAn endless string of pearls is the image of the universeIn hopes of knowing it all, we greed for every thoughtforgetting that each pearl holds the reflection of all the infinite…
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[438] Never Ending Interlude
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No finishing line in sightI end up reaching a breaking point insteadDim thoughts wreck havoc on my paper thin skinHijacked self worth andrainbows switching to monochromeA fight for air and a fight for survivalis happening outsideLight has halted its shineThe wind is empty of its answerswhile chaos walks the streetwith the ones with needs unfulfilledTruth…
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[437] Reflection of an Abyss
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An ideal image of a person is made up of dreams and the chasing of it Dreams of fulfilling needs and wants and a hope that you remember the dream 𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥 All that is dreamless is not ample for my soul It is simply fatal What is my need but a collection of dreams real…
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[436] Silent Guardian of The Night
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All death is a return back to the birthand our life in between a tidal waveWhen I was left bedriddeneverything was without shadowsand in a few blinks the crescent moondisappeared with me My bedside window was a mirrorand as I disappeared into the nightI could see two ways at one time orthe crossroads of death…