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Hunting the Sun....by Artie
What are you thinking about when you are doing nothing?
What are the mental images running through your mind?
some double the stake some play blind I just have a high card I read people and their minds
There is a story running through our heads throughout our life, and it keeps changing. There is a mental house that we live in, and we keep shifting the walls, to accommodate our perceptions.
The first was a father figure who pampered her.
The second was a highly supportive guy in her own age group, successful in his profession, who was perhaps a friend, classmate or brother. There was clearly no romantic association with this…
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Poetic tales of you and I .... By Jude Itakali
they challenge the fog hunt for the Sun if you spread light then face the gun tenebrosity thrives by blocking light confessions of the dark deepen mysteries of night I hear a sound but plug my ears I give in to the wrong win life of few years I am raised by time but fade … Continue reading Resist or Exist
I learnt the language, I'm not the inventorBe aware - there are umpteen influencersteachers and Mom, those people at the promthey paint your mind with a lexicon Be aware - there are umpteen influencersmedia and paparazzi can't be left behindthey paint your mind with a lexiconthey control you through algorithms unknown media and paparazzi can't … Continue reading Lexicon
Daunting …. by Michelle Navajas
Daunting
i am learning from the depths of my childhood memories.
listening to the mist as they get suspended in the air.
hearing whispers of my reality, fighting to see the world clearly.
’twas daunting like challenging the fog; so confused.
unable to think clearly, obscurity was screaming out loud.
oblivion was inevitable, sheltered abyss was my comfort zone.
confessions were made in the dark, there was total vagueness.
there was lack of certainty, and my eyes become bleak and blurry.
what am i and who am i are questions commanding my past.
finding the answer is like hunting the sun in the silence of the night.
truth can be elusive.
but when its there laid perfectly in front of you
reality becomes a formidable scenario.
• Shelter In The Abyss
• Commanding My Past
• Listening To The Mist
• Challenging The Fog
• Learning From…
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Confessions of the dark …. by EM Kingston
“Dig deep…” she said, “and look inside yourself” as she scratched out notes on her notepad.
I rolled my eyes a bit and slumped in my seat. I wondered what she was writing down on that piece of paper. I couldn’t see it, but I bet she was doodling. She was probably bored to death, especially since I was not volunteering any information to the conversation. I am a quirky person, and “socially unacceptable” was the title I gave myself. I figured I would use the time to torment the good doctor to see how far I could go before she started asking the more usual questions.
“Doc…you are the professional. Shouldn’t you be asking me questions or something?” I poked with my words for an answer. “Dig deep? About what? You haven’t asked me anything. You want me to tell you about how I…
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Take shelter ... by Astridetal
