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Poetry 2 months, 1 week agoOf Age
The light breeze brushing the skin,
Eyes staring out the window at nothing,
The hum of the city that is a hum no more,
The ears escaped to seek sounds of shores,
There is no noise in the thoughts that came,
A remark on the irony of time is made,
The pictures are old, faces in them are young,
A wonder as to whom those faces now belong,
As the piano plays the eyes see a montage,
Tears find their way across a cheek,
Echoes heard from memories gone,
Wishes are made to return to the past.
Today will be a memory again,
May be full of hope, or of regret,
Arms searching to hold them,
Hands wanting to make the future,
The mind a fallen leader with wisdom.
Happiness is sought, had less often,
Some understood it was not to be found,
But accepted. -
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Poetry 2 months, 1 week agoRelish Flaw
A good day has been long since had,
There was no dark cloud in the sky,
Or something such, but the absence of one.
With the lack of rain and something more,
Passed day after day with habitual motion,
There was no cloud, there was nothing wrong.
The everyday was so uninspired,
We begged for rain so that we might again,
After the gloom appreciate the sun.
But we denied ourselves contentment,
Because we discovered something beyond the sky,
Then in passing be sought each other,
Hoping to share something more,
Like how we were happy with the sky,
Then the rains, then back to the sky,
With the lack of we learned to appreciate pain.
With the chaos of unplanned fun,
We called it a good day again. -
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Poetry 2 months, 1 week agoGravity
Like many others there was a child,
From a well of infinite dreams with others he picked some,
In the wake of unbound imagination,
He was a champion of his world,
He saw the skies as his playground,
His nascent mind held no limitations.
Growing older he was taught of the world,
Of what he could do, what man could not,
He learnt of gravity, how it made things fall,
The weight of the knowledge bore him down,
Plucking him from the skies, rooting him to the ground.
With a few broken hearts, failures to be someone,
Stranded in his reality, he looked to the clouds,
Questioning his learning, he began to unlearn,
Becoming from man to child again,
Gaining new perspective on his notions,
Gravity he saw, was not to hold him down,
But to hold the universe together,
Something he could overcome.
Reaching the skies he built his house,
Teasing the heavens, yet rising from the ground,
A monument to remembering who he is,
To never again be someone else.Unlearning
Of many a child he was one,
From a well of infinite dreams
With others he picked some,
In the wake of unbound imagination,
He would be a champion,
The champion of his world.
The child aimed to conquer the skies,
His nascent mind held no limitations.
Growing older he received knowledge,
Of what he could do, what man could not.
He learnt of gravity,
How it made things fall down,
Wondered if the sky would fall?
But the skies held their own,
He stayed rooted to the ground.
With a few broken hearts,
Failures to be someone,
Pondering on what he did wrong,
He stared at the skies,Like a many there was this child,
Like the others the child had dreams,
In the wake of imagination and toys,
The child dreamt of conquering the skies,
The nascent mind held no limitations.
Thereof he learnt of gravity,
He learned it made things fall down.
Fell with it his vision of being unbound,
The first of the ”no you can’t” to come.
The child grew up be taught,
What he could do, what man could not.
With a few broken hearts,
And failed attempts to be someone,
Made him realize he was already himself,
The child was lost be found again,
He realized what gravity really is,
It was what held the universe together,
That it could be overcome,
He built the tallest building in defiance of it,
He built the building because,
Thought it touched the sky in tease,
It remembered where it came from. -
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Poetry 2 months, 1 week agoDepression
An area sunk below its surrounding (Depression)
There is an uncertainty that resides within,
Where meaning should be,
Forehead weighed down by a frown,
Where bliss should be,
A dampened spirit lies in wake,
Where belief should be,
Escaping the world,
The world where I should be,
Looking away from what is,
Looking for where I would like to be,
There is ignorance at purpose,
Where doing should be,
There is a Depression,
Where life should be. -
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For Those Who Actually Reply 2 months, 1 week agoWe talked in silence, we talked of memories of how it felt when yours touched my skin, we promised we would never fall apart, yet somehow the distances and spaces between grew to a whole life
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i likethis so much
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Thank you :)
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Stimulate the Senses 2 months, 1 week agoOf Age
The light breeze brushing the skin,
Eyes staring out the window at nothing,
The hum of the city that is a hum no more,
The ears escaped to seek sounds of shores,
There is no noise in the thoughts that came,
A remark on the irony of time is made,
The pictures are old, faces in them are young,
A wonder as to whom those faces now belong,
As the piano plays the eyes see a montage,
Tears find their way across a cheek,
Echoes heard from memories gone,
Wishes are made to return to the past.
Today will be a memory again,
May be full of hope, or of regret,
Arms searching to hold them,
Hands wanting to make the future,
The mind a fallen leader with wisdom.
Happiness is sought, had less often,
Some understood it was not to be found,
But accepted. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
Stimulate the Senses 2 months, 1 week agoGravity
Like many others there was a child,
From a well of infinite dreams with others he picked some,
In the wake of unbound imagination,
He was a champion of his world,
He saw the skies as his playground,
His nascent mind held no limitations.
Growing older he was taught of the world,
Of what he could do, what man could not,
He learnt of gravity, how it made things fall,
The weight of the knowledge bore him down,
Plucking him from the skies, rooting him to the ground.
With a few broken hearts, failures to be someone,
Stranded in his reality, he looked to the clouds,
Questioning his learning, he began to unlearn,
Becoming from man to child again,
Gaining new perspective on his notions,
Gravity he saw, was not to hold him down,
But to hold the universe together,
Something he could overcome.
Reaching the skies he built his house,
Teasing the heavens, yet rising from the ground,
A monument to remembering who he is,
To never again be someone else.Unlearning
Of many a child he was one,
From a well of infinite dreams
With others he picked some,
In the wake of unbound imagination,
He would be a champion,
The champion of his world.
The child aimed to conquer the skies,
His nascent mind held no limitations.
Growing older he received knowledge,
Of what he could do, what man could not.
He learnt of gravity,
How it made things fall down,
Wondered if the sky would fall?
But the skies held their own,
He stayed rooted to the ground.
With a few broken hearts,
Failures to be someone,
Pondering on what he did wrong,
He stared at the skies,Like a many there was this child,
Like the others the child had dreams,
In the wake of imagination and toys,
The child dreamt of conquering the skies,
The nascent mind held no limitations.
Thereof he learnt of gravity,
He learned it made things fall down.
Fell with it his vision of being unbound,
The first of the ”no you can’t” to come.
The child grew up be taught,
What he could do, what man could not.
With a few broken hearts,
And failed attempts to be someone,
Made him realize he was already himself,
The child was lost be found again,
He realized what gravity really is,
It was what held the universe together,
That it could be overcome,
He built the tallest building in defiance of it,
He built the building because,
Thought it touched the sky in tease,
It remembered where it came from. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
Stimulate the Senses 2 months, 1 week agoDepression
An area sunk below its surrounding (Depression)
There is an uncertainty that resides within,
Where meaning should be,
Forehead weighed down by a frown,
Where bliss should be,
A dampened spirit lies in wake,
Where belief should be,
Escaping the world,
The world where I should be,
Looking away from what is,
Looking for where I would like to be,
There is ignorance at purpose,
Where doing should be,
There is a Depression,
Where life should be. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
In a world of my own 2 months, 1 week agoIn a world of my own, there is no world. Just souls floating in nothing
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Summer for forever 2 months, 1 week agoThis summer i will forget about you, all my mistakes undone and I will start anew on the path I once abandoned.
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share your psyche 2 months, 1 week agoOf Age
The light breeze brushing the skin,
Eyes staring out the window at nothing,
The hum of the city that is a hum no more,
The ears escaped to seek sounds of shores,
There is no noise in the thoughts that came,
A remark on the irony of time is made,
The pictures are old, faces in them are young,
A wonder as to whom those faces now belong,
As the piano plays the eyes see a montage,
Tears find their way across a cheek,
Echoes heard from memories gone,
Wishes are made to return to the past.
Today will be a memory again,
May be full of hope, or of regret,
Arms searching to hold them,
Hands wanting to make the future,
The mind a fallen leader with wisdom.
Happiness is sought, had less often,
Some understood it was not to be found,
But accepted. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
share your psyche 2 months, 1 week agoRelish Flaw
A good day has been long since had,
There was no dark cloud in the sky,
Or something such, but the absence of one.
With the lack of rain and something more,
Passed day after day with habitual motion,
There was no cloud, there was nothing wrong.
The everyday was so uninspired,
We begged for rain so that we might again,
After the gloom appreciate the sun.
But we denied ourselves contentment,
Because we discovered something beyond the sky,
Then in passing be sought each other,
Hoping to share something more,
Like how we were happy with the sky,
Then the rains, then back to the sky,
With the lack of we learned to appreciate pain.
With the chaos of unplanned fun,
We called it a good day again. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
share your psyche 2 months, 1 week agoDepression
An area sunk below its surrounding (Depression)
There is an uncertainty that resides within,
Where meaning should be,
Forehead weighed down by a frown,
Where bliss should be,
A dampened spirit lies in wake,
Where belief should be,
Escaping the world,
The world where I should be,
Looking away from what is,
Looking for where I would like to be,
There is ignorance at purpose,
Where doing should be,
There is a Depression,
Where life should be. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
It was kind of like… 2 months, 1 week agoIt was kind of like not caring about anything in the world.
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Memories 2 months, 1 week agoOf Age
The light breeze brushing the skin,
Eyes staring out the window at nothing,
The hum of the city that is a hum no more,
The ears escaped to seek sounds of shores,
There is no noise in the thoughts that came,
A remark on the irony of time is made,
The pictures are old, faces in them are young,
A wonder as to whom those faces now belong,
As the piano plays the eyes see a montage,
Tears find their way across a cheek,
Echoes heard from memories gone,
Wishes are made to return to the past.
Today will be a memory again,
May be full of hope, or of regret,
Arms searching to hold them,
Hands wanting to make the future,
The mind a fallen leader with wisdom.
Happiness is sought, had less often,
Some understood it was not to be found,
But accepted. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
What's on your mind? 2 months, 1 week agoDepression
There is an uncertainty that resides within,
Where meaning should be,
Forehead weighed down by a frown,
Where bliss should be,
A dampened spirit lies in wake,
Where belief should be,
Escaping the world,
The world where I should be,
Looking away from what is,
Looking for where I would like to be,
There is ignorance at purpose,
Where doing should be,
There is a Depression,
Where life should be. -
unkitjc posted an update 3 months, 2 weeks ago
Bride of Deluxe – Drive
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unkitjc commented on the post, systems 3 months, 2 weeks ago
The world is being broken down by systems, demanding the loyalty of its participant gears… It was a lot more complex and yet a lot more simpler when there was only the systems of nature, where life and death and everything existed in harmony… Freewill comes across as a myth to me sometimes, because my will is still bound in the premise of my social, financial, geographical order (to name a few) and also by what people perceive my abilities and limits to be… Nature never asked for such order. Even in nature freewill is a myth, yet within its system mankind was not bound in its own games and foolery.
I hope some day we can rise beyond race, continent, countries, religion and class, because these systems only give power to some and don’t allow progress – where currently luxury is deemed as progress (only progress in lifestyle, NOT of mankind) – and we can hope to seeing existence beyond the speck in space we call home.
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unkitjc posted an update 3 months, 3 weeks ago
Les I give in
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unkitjc commented on the post, ahead 3 months, 3 weeks ago
Both the men sat in a restaurant where the other tables were empty. They were either oblivious to that fact, or well suited to that knowledge.
They stared at each other. It wasn’t a staring contest, each was observing the movement of the other, every squint of the eye, every blink, a momentary frown. They were looking for whatever signs they could get of where the other was going to take the conversation next.
A monologue of thoughts played in the background, spelling thoughts of of a man sounding distraught. The window behind the two men played the scene of a someone’s point of view, where hands were typing away at a screen, occasionally one coming up to look at his cell phone.
The hand kept looking at the screen of his cell phone like something was being waited for. Indeed the voice spoke of her fondly, waiting for some kind of signal that she too thought of him as he did of her.
As those lines were being spoken the man on the left looked at the window, appearing to sympathize with the voice. The man on the left shrugged it off.
The view in the window started to move as the voice silenced for a few moments. The scene passed through a door and into a restroom, where the view showed in a mirror the man running the whole play. The two men in the restaurant seemed to momentarily become one, As all three of them recognized their identity as one.
As the man washed his face and moved out, his mind again split into the two conflicting sides in him.
The window blacked out as the eyes closed. The two men inside began to converse.
The man on the left began telling the man on the right, “Holding on is destroying us, this needs to stop.”The man on the right replied, “Is it? don’t you think we at least deserve to dwell in what we have left, even if it is just memories?”
“Why do you turn a blind side to what is really going on? That we are trying to live a lie? She is in the past, all our fears are in the past. Why do we keep digging back there?”
“Because… because we are scared of moving on. It feels like we are dying and some one else is taking our place.”
“That is not true, we are the same person! How can we change, we belong to the same mind. We know we are right, do we not? We need to stop finding reasons for putting off our life, our work, our goals in life. We can not forever be afraid, we can not throw away this opportunity to be something over… over.. ”
“Say it, we need to say it, we need to hear the truth… We are speaking rightly. We do not have the strength, but if we admit our fault we may become free..”
“We are not going to sit by and let us throw away our life because we we have stopped wanting anything from life. How could she or anyone else hurt us so much that we are afraid of caring for any one else, afraid of caring for our self? We have come to be afraid of intimacy, of vulnerability, I understand that. But we need to urgently over come it. This is not acceptable by any means. We need to let go of it all… We need to accept not being perfect.. We need to look Ahead.”
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