the peace and quiet that follows
after a storm within
could it be lasting ?

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the peace and quiet that follows
after a storm within
could it be lasting ?
It is your show.
It is your universe.
There is no one else here, just you, and nothing is being withheld from you.
You are completely on your own.
Everything is available for direct knowing.
No one else has anything you need.
No one else can lead you, pull you, push you or carry you.
-Jed McKenna
Every now and then
It all comes rushing in
And I can’t contain it.
Feeling so empty
Yet overflowing
Like I’m not moving
Yet I’m running like hell.
I don’t know how to explain it
Because it doesn’t even make sense.
Something in my mind just falls apart
And I don’t know how to fix it
Because I can’t find all the pieces
And I don’t remember how to
Reassemble me.
-K.N.B.
i want to go into people's head
i wish i can go into people's head
and see what's it playing
strange and delusional
love is so fleeting
the sun burned too bright
far too long
until, did it finally rest
“No weapon forged by human hands can harm m- OW, did you just hit me with a stick??”
I've reached the point where I don't care anymore. I know I'm a good person. I'm not forcing anyone to see my worth.
— Melissa Cox
I loved you so much that even when you hurt me, I tried to understand you.
i was waiting to find something that helped me find a meaning to life, when i met you i found out there was a door to a world i never gave into, and it was beautiful
now im past the door without you, were you just the doorman to a life that wasn't meant for you to stay?
i would wait a lifetime for someone like you again, but there is no other like you
Writing is a wicked poison.
I pick up my pen and I write,
I write and write and write about the trees and birds and flowers.
Somehow the endings will all lead to the tragedies, losses and you.
i fell into a pensive state,
my head resting on your shoulders,
humid summer winds through my hair,
city lights so close up, my eyes hurt.
my mind humming a tune i barely know,
my heart felt something i cannot know,
yet, it was something of a shock,
that
you simply knew
knew the feelings that i cannot put into words
(something that wasnt put into perspective after a million times of being with someone i deeply loved once)
all these years, your hands felt me but they didnt caress me
now that i feel this new touch with something of a wilderness in them yet a strange but loving softness,
i can't help but notice that i might have just been a fool to think that i was anything but a desire for you
People are fleeting, they rush through us like winds but what remains like carcasses are our feelings for them. Our love for them. The thing that never fades. The thing that lives on. So, live through them, live through the people.
The cold always makes itself felt, doesn’t it. Even a hint of chill in the air. Unmistakable.