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Here’s a video for you to ponder on – Understanding Dark Thoughts

Thoughts intrude

Intrudein solitude

Solitude shaken

Shaken by darkness

Darkness not intentional

Intentional thoughts fleeting

Fleeting where hard to catch

Catch only the tail end

Tail end of a raging storm

Storm that don’t materialize

Materialize only in dreams

Dreams turn into nightmares

Nightmares evolve into ghosts

Ghosts of past, present and future

Future holds the keys

Keys to unbidden thoughts

Thoughts intrude unbidden

Happy or sad- they aren’t really me!

In response to; RXC #285, hosted by Reena

#Keepitalive

#RXC

And so, it’s a lie.

I know I said I will take a break, a breather; but oh well, I guess I cannot take a break from writing, because writing has always been my “break”, my “breather”, and my “comfort”. Writing, (my poetry) in particular has never left my side – it is the only constant thing that I have that doesn’t forsake me, judge me, and speak ill of me regardless of and no matter what.

Some things and opportunities just come and go; my poetry stays

My poetry has and will always be the only one who never castigate me for not being the human being everyone expects me to become. I am me and I am who I am.

Some people can easily judge you and speak ill about you – let them be, that’s what makes them happy: making other people seemed to be wrong when…

Everyone has dark thoughts from time to time which can be upsetting or strange, not making a lot of sense, but this is normal as long as you don’t act on them.  Intrusive thoughts have a way of popping into our heads all the time, like they are coming out of thin air.  Most people can’t help what their minds think about and although we are aware of a tiny fraction of the thinking that goes on in our minds, we can only control a tiny part of our conscious thoughts.  The vast majority about 95 percent of brain activity related to our thinking efforts goes on subconsciously.  Unwanted thoughts are an extremely common symptom of anxiety disorders.  Problems, stress and frustration have a way of bubbling over and manifesting into our thoughts and our brains tend to spit out the most inappropriate things.  It’s part of human nature to…

Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #285 & Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Amused

my thoughts
just like my dreams
disturbing

day and night dreaming
leaves me waking in sweat
shaking it off with a smile

i don’t know
whether to be amused or afraid
my mind’s productions mystify

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #284

Prompt #284

I give you a line that can be used anywhere in your piece. The idea of a first line or last line becomes too restrictive.

‘She’d forgiven everyone and emptied her home of all that gave it meaning.‘

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IMPOTENCE

My friend comes declaring,

( We both are over 70)
‘She’d forgiven everyone and emptied her home of all that gave it meaning.’

She plans to retire and join a meditation camp.

It has become a routine.
She does it often.
She says how peaceful and calm she feels.
Then, after a few days…
Something happens either in her life, neighborhood, or country, and her peace of mind and confidence are shattered.
She comes running, declaring war.
‘ I want to shoot all those bas…ds.’
‘Do these  mad dogs deserve to live?’
The media is ablaze with the news of some…

Another thing is removed
from their world. Yes, they are
mere things, they know this,
but their value is not yet
done. However, the hand
has to free itself, grasping
the lamp, the pictures,
the tapes, all things suffused
with memory, and pulls them
towards emptiness. Soon,
all these objects will just be
mere objects, demolished
and deformed, living dark
beneath nameless heaps.
And now the rooms are
empty of desire, the objects
and their master gone
as the dust reclines within
a space the years no longer
intrude.

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Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #284 the prompt being “She’d forgiven everyone and emptied her home of all that gave it meaning.”

Time Doesn’t Heal All Wounds

she’d forgiven everyone
and emptied her home
of all that gave it meaning;
that’s how it was,
and that’s how it will be,
you don’t assume she’d forgotten
all that you have done;
the hurt?
no dear, it’s still there
the pain?
yes, it’s even painful this time
the humiliation?
of course, she remembers
the bitter fun?
you think it was funny?
she remembers –
and oh, in case you’ve forgotten
time they say heals all wounds?
nahh, it isn’t true,
for she can still feel
every bit of scratch you made,
every bit of twitch you created,
every bit of cut you inflicted,
time doesn’t heal all wounds
it may take off a part of the wound
but it never heals the pain;
time is not a healer,
not a surgeon,
not a doctor;
you’ve hurt her –
she remembers; always
you’ve caused her…