The Formless Mind

An empty mind is a free mind, one capable of anything.

[formlessmind-blog]

Is it time to wake up yet? Can I start being a new me? Tell me things get better. Say the sun grows brighter.

[formlessmind-blog]

I Don't Know How To Be.

When I wake up,

I don't want to feel,

This burning inside,

No longer whole and clean...

Like I could of hoped.

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Like everything that ever was,

The bothers of my youth,

They burden now even more,

Because something could be done.

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Punching hard on insides,

The pain comes rushing back,

Brutal red reminders of why,

Remembrance for all things never done.

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Lucid dreams now all I have,

The shadows around making lies,

Filling up with them,

They slosh around inside.

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How am I supposed to be,

When nothing about me can be,

Whole or true,

Right and repaired,

I am simply broken for myself.

[dryyoureyes-startbelieving]

[thecalminside]

The best fighter is never angry.

Lao Tzu (via thecalminside)

[goldenthreadsdontbreakeasily]

Think of your heart as a bus, and your emotions as the passengers. Allow the whole spectrum of emotions on your bus - that is, don’t kick anyone off - but don’t let anger or anxiety hop in the driver’s seat.

Jacqui Manning (via liquid-diamonds-flowing)

[stereocomics]

[insertallthoughts-blog-blog]

[askingpaloma]

[find-inner-beauty]

[theraidenick]

[angiedg]

[formlessmind-blog]

[asking-the-death]

[haunting--thoughts]

[they-messed-me-up]

[tooweirdto-live-toorareto-die]

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[formlessmind-blog]

My words are wrought in weekness with welled weeping. My heart is held by hope and holding hands of hungry eyes. The life I live in loving luxury leaves the least of desires lone and lost. Today I think thoughts of turture in turbulent turmoil or troublesome trials beheld. Alas at last my awfully ardent and amorous heart alone came awakened. For truth be test to those that they try together never torn. Desire destined to dwell upon dreaded dreams of doomed days. Everlasting egregious exstacy evermore elated.