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« Reply #3555 on: May 17, 2021, 12:21:01 »
Power

I close my eyes
Power is intoxicating
Isn’t it?


My angel is whispering
Softly
Just witness it
Breathe


Seeing it in me
This ugly fantasy
The power at the tips of your fingers
Don’t you feel how you could enjoy
Falling back onto the soft cushioned
Throne


How you could stop every war
Make things right
Protect every child
Don’t you want to
Have full control?


Over everything

I’m witnessing it
Unfolding
Like a bird harmed
Now wants to spread its broken wings
Isn’t it destined to fall
Down
And be hit hard
Over the rocky surface
Of this world?

Power is intoxicating, isn’t it
Don’t you remember
Its magnetism
Rule over them
You could have a leash
If you could change the world
Why not go for it?


Why not use it?

You must let go
Of reactive power
To have true control
To go where rarely anyone sees
It’s possible to go

Pause

We can be happy
If we release this hunger
For power
For ultimate control

But the desire
To have it all
Is so understandable
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3556 on: May 19, 2021, 09:54:20 »
***
It is interesting
What power
Makes people do

First, you feel sure
You understand everything
Then you start believing it

And then, slowly
You subscribe to this reality
Where you know
And they do not

To the point
Where there is only you
Left
Who is truly feeling
Who is capable of
Knowing

And I feel so at times, too
We are all sons and daughters
Of other daughters and sons

And you may not feel powerful
You can feel just the opposite
You just keep changing reality

And I don't want to be like that


A doctor can calm down a patient
Miss something important
Think the patient is
Just being
Hypochondriac

But it wouldn't be the doctor
Who would pay the price

And it wouldn't be you
Who would be suffering
If you change someone's reality

I don't want to do that, too
And I guess there's no other way but
Keep asking
Wondering
Listening

Disbelieving
You can truly know how another is
Feeling
And functioning

And most probably
This is also only a half
Of the story
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« Reply #3557 on: May 19, 2021, 11:13:33 »
Black and White

There's black and white
And so much grey

Some might choose to highlight
The white
In the darker shades of grey
They might want to underline
The black
In the whiter grey

The lighter the grey
The louder they'd find the dark

But white is still white
And black is black anyway
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« Reply #3558 on: May 21, 2021, 08:40:03 »
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What is the difference
Between
Trying to understand what you feel,
Fix your fear
And being self-centered?

What is the difference
Between
Wanting someone to make you at ease
And yet
Not wanting yourself to alleviate
Their pain --
And being truly ignored
By them?

What is the difference
Between
Speaking to heal
What is hurting
Trying
To imagine how
It could go
And being annoying
In asking too many
Questions?

What is the difference
Between
Ignoring how another could feel
And not knowing
How it could really be
And not wanting
To imagine?

What is the difference
Between
Imagining how another could feel
And acting accordingly
And truly feeling
How they feel
With empathy?

What is real
When so much is
Built on
Imagination?
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« Reply #3559 on: May 23, 2021, 09:20:59 »
Man-eater

I only exist when
Somebody desires me
Irresistibly

She said

I’m listening to my opposite
To someone I dreaded to be like
Despite all the power they seemed to channel
I felt a hint of hysterical despair
Like an undertone in a color
Seduction is power
And there’s currency to pay


Whenever their interest waned
I felt hungry
I already would initiate another target
This unquenchable thirst was under
My radar
All the time
I wanted their fullest desire
Their fullest attention
To steal a man I would become
Exactly how he wanted
What he seemed to like
And if he had a girlfriend
Or a wife
I’d just become different
To attract
Him from what he had
I’d fully morph into
The type
I’d need for that
Heist of seduction
The more dramatic
The more I would feel
Satisfied

You feed on drama
Don’t you?
Do the tears of others move you
Or do you feel happy someone
Cries their heart out in pain?

I wonder
Has anyone ever in my life also
Wanted me to be like you?
You seem so sure about what you want but
But it’s a lie
And I could sense that
And I don’t understand
Is that power?
If it makes you self-destruct
And brings so much pain and chaos?
I find it hard to grasp
I just listen
And I wonder
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« Reply #3560 on: May 23, 2021, 21:37:23 »
***
In your actions
I heard something
Along the lines of
You should express anger
But only in the ways
I'm ok with


Am I like that, too?
Are we similar?
If so, do you ever
Ask yourself if you could be
All the things you maybe are disliking
About me?
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« Reply #3561 on: May 24, 2021, 08:31:30 »
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Sometimes I feel like
Poetry and art have to belong where
Beauty should reside:
Praise the beautiful
And its consequently
Generated
Hurting
Non-beautiful
Counterparts
Make them, too
Cry their ego out
Lash out at the world

So many women hailed beautiful
Confessed of having problems
With low self-esteem I
Can't help but wonder
Isn't it a pattern?

So many people are avoidant
Of being intimate
And known
Because they aren't
Falling
Into the beauty box

As if God didn't make us diverse
And if not God, then evolution

Our egos are boosted
Propelling us further
Into the marketland

The less secure you feel
The more you would buy
The more it would appeal
To use someone

Sometimes I feel like
Poetry and art have to belong where
Beauty should reside
That I should not speak my mind
My words must be mild
And beautiful
I have to wait for my big love
And ignore everything
I should be blind
Or I'm too difficult

Sometimes I feel like
Poetry and art have to belong where
Only beautiful things and people
Only the talented
Should reside but

F*** all that.

Nothing gives you some special right
To decide
What is beautiful and what is not
And if society made that choice
I'd speak up
I want to ask
Was it truly a choice
Or you just were too tired
To think about that?
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« Reply #3562 on: May 24, 2021, 10:17:31 »
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And it all may seem
Small and little
What I occupy
My mind with

What does this have to do
With anything
Important
Compared
To the larger scale
Suffering
So many are going through?

But what may seem small
Could be big to so many
Then it looms and looms
And becomes huge

And when you feel small and ashamed
You hardly can act
Kindly

And you never know which seemingly small
Thing
Affects the world
And makes people want others
To pay for their pain with spilled blood
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« Reply #3563 on: May 25, 2021, 09:49:37 »
***
Rain
Is falling
And I keep on
Wondering

How many people are laughing now?
How many people cry?
How many hate their own reflection?
How many cower in shame?
How many think they're the best?
How many dream of pure love?
How many want to achieve fame?
How many fear they're growing insane?

So many voices and I feel like we don't
Hear the majority of them, it feels like
Some part of the spectra is visible only
And it feels like this conic angle
Of everyone's perception is warped further
Thinned out and made opaque
By what is assigned as important
And what is dubbed less so

In the end, invisibility is the most painful ordeal
One can devise
So I don't think that hell is that place with many a
Torturing device

I think it's just nothingness and all the regrets
Because once you see you cannot help
Feeling sorry
And when there's nobody to alleviate
And share your pain and glory
You circle on yourself
It's like a shortening circuit
And if you lived without conscience
The light bulb of it switching on
In the full darkness of silence
Can make your eyes hurt
To tears

Rain
Is falling
And I keep on
Wondering
About so many things
And what should I do with this guilt
Is it even mine
I'm spending so much time figuring
Out what's happening
What's happened
I sometimes feel afraid I miss out on living my life
But then I don't know if what others show
Is honestly everything
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« Reply #3564 on: May 27, 2021, 23:15:35 »
***
I know what pain is
So I would never willingly
Make anyone feel it

I'm not dark
I just have to shine the light
Onto things I myself wish
Could have stayed hidden

But then, if you dance in the dark
You keep discovering
Bruises and cuts
On your body

If you see me
And see darkness
I want you to ask yourself
Why and what
Do you actually see?

I'm a mere
Human being
That is maybe recklessly vocal
About her experiences

I know what pain is
So I would never willingly
Make anyone feel it

But there are misunderstandings
And there are people
Who stayed little children
Deep within them

2-4 year olds
Cannot distinguish
Between reality, dreams
And their fears

Some 2-4 year olds are trapped
In much, much older
Bodies

They grow old
But not grow up
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« Reply #3565 on: May 28, 2021, 12:31:12 »
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It is curious, isn't it
She whispers

You look at yourself
How you couldn't even articulate
Your pain


In fear of being too much
But without it being known
You looked like a cold-hearted
Withdrawing
Arrogant
Witch

And, definitely, too much

You were afraid nobody would listen
Nobody would want to understand

She whispers
I understand
You wanted to keep your secrets
As you kept theirs


You expected they would ask
They would be scared they could lose
You
So they would check in on you
And you would be able to speak
What you were afraid of
But their ego spoke another truth --
That you were aiming to hurt them


How little do we know
About other people's intentions
And yet you're urged to not be naive
And expect being used


It is curious, isn't it
She whispers
How much fear there is
Everyday, in each life
Even when nobody threatens
To kill you
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« Reply #3566 on: May 30, 2021, 19:01:00 »
People

I so much love watching
People
They’re so beautiful

Young lovers
Barely out of their teens
With cheeks flushed
And pink

Almost as pink as
The tops of matching outfits
Of two girlfriends
Laughing in beautiful
Friendship
Holding hands
Taking turns at
Joking

Similarly
To a pair
Late in their 60s
Grey-haired
Calm and easy
Are they friends?
Are they lovers?
So hard to tell
They enjoy this
Wonderful evening
And that’s all that
Matters

So many people walk alone
Smiling
To some memory
Or expectation
Within them

Or just deep in thought

I so much love
Watching
How their stories unfold
Momentarily
I don’t know what’s beyond
This moment
I just enjoy
Seeing
Their diversity
Their living,
The gleaming
Of human feelings
Within it all
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« Reply #3567 on: June 06, 2021, 21:54:42 »
***
I raise my hand

If I were a goddess
Stars would've streamed
From my palm
Down

Onto the crying earth
To bring solace

But I'm no goddess
I'm just a crying
Little girl

I just wish I could have said goodbye
If not turning back the time
I just wish I could have
Told you

How much I loved you,
Grandad...

I raise my hand
To let it drop
Helplessly

My human heart
Was torn apart
Mercilessly

But it means nothing
I'd go through worse, I
If I could just tell you
If I could have known
It was my last chance
To tell you

That I love you
That I always
Loved you
Despite whatever
I just wish I
Could hold you hand now
If only in my
Memory
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« Reply #3568 on: June 07, 2021, 11:40:19 »
***
He says

Many men believe
Love is
What they get from a woman
It's a service
They expect being
Serviced

Many women can't take in
That however the man acts
In his anger
Towards others
Would eventually be how he
Acts towards them

If he's competitive
You would always be second
To whatever strokes his ego
Best
Right this moment
He believes he's losing
Love is too scary
Too open

Some expect to be loved
Before they love
And it's not love

It just isn't

If he feels he's losing
In the life's game
If he sees it as a game
If he plays a role --
You will pay


I'm watching my feelings
How silence gives in to pain
As an eye to a forming tear
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« Reply #3569 on: June 07, 2021, 18:30:20 »
***
A field of wildflowers
Untamed grasses
I recall my grandmother's
Voice somehow

You should keep your hair
Neat at all times


And at all times I had a mess

A field of wildflowers
Some years ago
Was it even possible
To forego the symmetry
Of the ideal beautiful
The posh flower
The right one
Declared these times
As the one right
To be growing in a city

So we maybe feel refined

A field of wildflowers
I delight
With the bees
I often find us together
I wish I could swim
In a flower
Dance to my friends
In our sisterhood
In a long day
Of glorious summer

Yet I know their lives are not only
Flowers and pollen
And nectar

A field of wildflowers
For the hungry bees
For so many years
They finally
Don't need to fly hours
To feed
They can buzz happily
There's always
Some other bloom
Opening

Aren't we also
So different
Just like flowers
Aren't we also growing
In fields and maybe even
On a rocky surface
Of a stone wall

There's so much beauty
Both in the music of blooming
And in the withering colors

Aren't we also
Like wildflowers
Should we have standards
Should we choose whom to call
Beautiful?
When things go bad -- do something good.