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to live is to die
an existential creature
dying to be here
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Tag: existence
Reblogs – Yassy & Tony Single and Tetiana Aleksina
Diametrically opposed, in every sense of the word, is where I find myself with these two pieces, but they do a great job of highlighting the good and the bad of existing. The expression versus the silence. But it’s not only the good and bad which surround us as writers but what inspires us all as humans, what drives us to express or not. The topics we discuss and the context ranges from every corner of being and encompasses every facet of living as well as what we dare and don’t dare to bring to the surface.
Dear Poets, Writers
Dedicated to you all
You are the indigo riding my mind
The purple wisdom in my bosom
The logic that becomes my instinct
The instinct that pulls my gut
Your priceless ink shapes emerald words
Like blooms woven in the white of paper
You are
The calming in the wild beating of my heart
Adrenaline pulsing my blood stream
The dreams behind my eyelids
The taste of music on my lips as I sing
The songs that still the rising chaos of a thousand pleas
My wired mind magnetized by the sage brilliance
That nourishes the trust
You perfect the poetry
You become the poetry
The PoetPerfect.
somnus (rem) by Tony Single and Tetiana Aleksina
eyes taped to the sky
spin around a world of rue
the silence that hems
Lofty
they say only angels live high above
circling freely above us
gazing down on humanity
i wonder how to rise to this place
where mere men couldn’t touch me
and only the ethereal embrace me
to be free from pain
to float only in comfort
perhaps wings would look good on me
A Flamboyance
with un-understood interestingness
these birds strut about gaggle-like
just being beautiful
Still
the view unmoving
nature in homoestasis
humans are in awe
Universe
a vast empty place
called our home
all space and time
contained in this infinite continuum
planets, moons, galaxies and stars
every form of matter enclosed here
every discovered and undiscovered
variation of life
a place of wonder and intrigue
we’ll never understand it all
this universe
of nothingness and everything
Latticed Lives
every intersection
builds a link
to interwoven existences
minuscule to complex
timelines cross
stories intertwine
where one begins
another ends
these storylines
build the strength
of humankind
a world connected
States
sometimes
tuning out
into the make-believe
the stories of others
forsakes the tragedy
of our own
soothes our reality
often
the conversations
in our heads
skews our perception
alters
the substantiality
changes our reality
mostly
engaging with people
immersing ourselves
in nature
grounds us
makes our world whole
defines our reality
The Hustle
being present
feeling connected
and neutral
enjoying life
filling it
with joy
but beware
the underbelly
unseen
evil lurking
waiting
to be seen
life
a constant battle
the good fight
strength gained
in victories
over the darkness
Lasting Impression
My desire
is always to live,
think, and feel
in an expansive
environment.
I want rich emotions.
I want life
to leave a mark
but only
the non-bruising kind.
That’s the desire.
If only
it always
worked out
that way.
Maybe down-on-our-luck
events are
the only ones
where insight
shows itself?
It seems
this is
how life operates,
whether we like it
or not.
Sometimes,
it can’t
even really be enjoyed
but existence
keeps us to the path
of the next unplanned event.
Easy or hard,
accept it or don’t.
Life is always
about achieving
a balance between opposites.
Life is a lasting impression.
May I have passed that on.
How it sticks on us
determines our way
to the end.
I Write Her 