Tag: thoughts
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[258] Finding My Voice
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Empty threats to myself I’m thinking more and wondering less She is in love with the part of me I hate Let me be anywhere but the present Let me remove myself and erode the brittle past Solace in all the self-pity you seem to read and enjoy Dangling on a thread shaped like a…
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[257] Discriminating Cycles
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Time is the greatest discriminator For some there’s less For some there’s more For some it’s omnipresent For some it’s invisible There are moments you feel where you’re not the happiest but the most content You realise you don’t know the time then but then the desire to know it arises and your eyes waver…
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[256] Divine Envy
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Stealing the universe from God We live in divine envy We live in isolation from all the times we’ve died in our dreams Collecting rain in our umbrellas We walk away from our own self Like the darkness exists outside us And inside us is a star burning in glee The truth is rather strange…
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[255] Distractions of Today
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Plague my mind with mysteries that offer no delight Call me out on all the ignorant vices I keep to keep my sense of self Attention deficit Distracted feelings Overwhelming Living I think of all the simple things that we’re losing out I fall before I jump I speak before I think out loud to…
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[254] How To Be Happy: A Reminder
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Happiness is learning the difference between which thoughts to keep and which thoughts to let go It is to live less in imagination and to be more rooted in reality It is to be with someone else’s feelings To be helpful to them even when you’re not able to help yourself
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[253] Ocean and Its Secrets
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She looks away from life closer to the ocean Thoughts of identity Nibble at her feet The tide turns heavy Her mind turns light She is consumed by the ocean Goddess of insights The boat invites a freedom that she has been seeking all this while The pinks of her dress turning darker every night…
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[252] Remembering Dreams
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Amuse the life out of me I can’t breathe anyway Tragic turns of apocalypse The earth is shaking but I can’t breathe anyway Can’t complain for this little life Little fights and this larger divide Swallowed up by sleep I can’t complain about the places you take me It’s all an illusion anyway Hide away…
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[251] An Old Night
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Confessing numbness Caressing depression I’ve forgot to look in the right places Forgotten dreams of a mighty dynasty I live in abeyance Like a lonely sun No visible illness so you deny my right to feel I deny my right to bleed I lie down in hopes I’ll rise again A sharp thought flows through…
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[250] Changing Life, One Haircut At A Time
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Mountains with bad haircuts tower above the shiny eyes of the city Shy, they hide themselves under the white blanket of clouds The cities pull the blanket off only forcing the mountain to push the clouds to rain in anger over the city This push and pull becomes old The mountain wear white wigs now…
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[249] A New Day
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Today the world woke up looking a little forgetful The sun didn’t feel as vengeful The newspapers had empty pages The air didn’t suffocate living Was it because we all remembered our dreams today?
Smoke words every day. 