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Should I prefer the pain of it all?
It seems wrong to want to be in pain, but is feeling nothing at all any better.
It can't be. isolation is in life indolent.
I prefer the pain to the void.
.maybe from the pain i can sow happiness.
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
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life doesn't give me angelic voices, no guardian angels whispers of assurance
maybe its that way because I believe it is..
or maybe i just haven't learned the language yet
A year for each
one Mother
one Father
two Brothers
one Sister
one Bestfriend
one Self
one Rival
one Fear
two Lovers
one Envy
one Opposite
one Selfish
one Heart
one Life
one Love
one Me
'ish
it was not love but it was love'ish
she was not mine but she was mine'ish
it did not hurt it only hurt'ish
when we left there
but she is not gone only gone'ish
Endless
Looking up at the endless stars
The cosmos layed before me
I do not ponder the unknown
But it's beauty
I Feel
I fear
It sometimes brings me to tears
I smile
It has been a while
I yell
It is a story I don't like to tell
I greave
It feels like it will never leave
I do these things because I'm alive
I feel because it's how I survive
Because who would I be
When I don't feel like me
The fear, happiness, depression and anger
This is the reason we endure
The Forest
Listening to the creatures of the forest
I hear between their calls
A stillness of breath
As I watch the sky fall
You?
You and you.
You are a maybe of yes and no.
Two and one and none,
But somehow infinite.
You and you.
You, a duality of right and wrong.
Existing in the in-between.
In the never answer the now.
You and you.
You don't yet know that you don't know.
Devoid of constant,
But still one and the same.
You and you.
You are now, and forever will be.
Face your double.
You can always count on them.
Flowing Water
The green remains
And the greys and browns of yesteryear
Upon moving blues
And stalwart reds,
I wish to be one with the water.
The wind shifted waves
Moving throughout my veins,
The life lump my skin.
Lightly compacted by the land around me.
I wish for people to bask in my cool beauty.
My everspanning deep.
I wish to reflect the world upon my self.
I wish for my flesh to reveal your true being.
Come,
Stare upon my form
Within you, see me
Shadows
We are all afraid of the dark
Some more than others
Afraid of the unknown
So we hide under the covers
We are afraid of what we might find
We are afraid to find something bad
We are afraid of what it can and will do
So we cover our sight with our hands
As you lay there fast asleep
It lays there darker than gray
The only one not leaving your side
Yet at night, when you see it,
you're afraid
As you cry, it cries there with you
As you laugh, it laughs along beside you
As you walk, it either walks beside you,
The Lake
An unnamed bird
skims the surface.
You linger
as an afterthought.
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blossoming witch hazel
I pound a stuck storm window
with a Chinese dictionary
red-spotted newt
even on land it still steers
with its tail
where it lost a limb
a glimpse of twisted heartwood
mosquito in my ear
old bolete
gnats follow the branching cracks
in its skin
first rain in weeks
the dry canyons in my moss garden
disappear
night-blooming cereus
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