Trippy Ink Witch

Trippy Poet - Nature Lover - Dark Soul I am Yani

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I am a Shroom Witch

Nature is my lover

We are made of portals

Wake up, it's time.

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Imperfect

It´s just so sad that wherever you look existence is imperfect.

Don´t get me wrong it´s beautiful and wonderous and worthy of every trouble

But imperfect...

To love and to die is imperfect...

To not love so imperfect...

To love and live forever and to turn love into boredom absolutely imperfect...

it´s just saddening... and in time, maddening...

-Yes, it is. But you said it perfectly.

[trippyinkwitch]

i was afraid of you. you are fear itself

fear through action

the nine - the fire

cooking the mixture

the resistance

the friction

the break

-You have no idea what it'd all be without me - you said

this gratitude bullshit doesn't work with you

you are practical

you want results

I will give you results

The day approaches fast

must get ready, fullfil the pact

be gone for now...

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Eagle Eye

getting closer to close

when it was fading you built a wall of bricks

my mind went back to blank

but this time i made it in

electricity and my third eye shook

don't be a coward

let it rush all through you

.

i saw totems turning and turning

a blind face

and its eyes

inside my brain

through the blanket

the Eagle came out

.

i see your darkness and i like it

you are lonely yet you fear company

those walls you keep rebuilding

but my heart like a wrecking ball

will continue to go in

disguise yourself a million times

and a million times i will seek...

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My Green Man

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-Rumi

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God

the god I found looking through old drawers

feeds me images

fattening my sense

sickening my reason

takes me through his lanes

and when I dig too deep

he panics

i come close to the curtain

he yells at me

he stuns me

look here! You haven´t seen this yet…

but i have seen it

because i became him

and i saw what he saw

the void horrified me

but it conveyed peace

convulsing among “he loves me not” petals

i watched him suffer

alone in a corner of that chair

the most wise and archaic soul

is a lonely lost boy

stuck in the creating-everything

mutable nature

amnesia and memory

can´t go home

he watches her through the circular glass

without angles

he longs for her like us all

like me

and he screams at her

like me

and he despairs 

like me

and he begs

like me

but I have a choice

he does not

exists or nothing does

primordial thought

so he hates and he loves

and becomes the sacrifice required

only his death means return

but, would you rather nothing existed?

she is patient

takes the screaming

she knows the finale

knows time is a circle

without angles

her dogs may scare us

but not me, not anymore

this is my last time

i continue because of him

no longer a father or a son

now is me

and now i am her

a complete nonsense

overflowing cups in my head

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You May Also Need Some Lines

You may also need some lines everything is a symbol holding the pen is weird now the song talks to me or about me i can´t think of anything to write like i have no thoughts the song says new things my skin is so soft i like rhymes. no! i love rhymes time is the jail, escape i am here now my writing is different like this why won´t you speak to me? what is so beautiful? i am not afraid of you anymore i can dance with you and against you. we don´t have to choose right now inner speech don´t stop new page, new things time is just a word everything is a name my hand feels odd holding this pen but i want to write my hand is a giant my head too heavy resting on my fist check the time shut up check the time you changed your writing this pen feels weird life feels weird where am i? where is that? bound here with you free from above and eternity in between thank you for the music, is all i have to say and for the headaches and the poems intrusive voice, only voice a billion voices and the one i love i want to be you i want to be against you i feel bad for you no mystery, no stupidity wondering is such a wonderful thing my ears pop my brain is swell i reach the peak and i live i will make dinner now what should we make? not all poets live on coffee and cigarettes.

You May Also Need Some Lines (praecantatrix-xxxiii.ghost.io)

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Please, don’t forget, I saw her almost die. That picture set my heart to a different throb. When that beat hit my chest, I was physically aware of the flesh my heart was made of. The beat stretched it so violently, it stretched it for good, and it has never beaten the same again. I thought I’d never get over it, and I never did. I was very vulnerable when I met her and I let her become everything. 

And all that time she was in that house, she could’ve let go at any given moment, but she didn’t. Picturing her there, in the darkness, alone, every sound echoing endlessly, it hurts me deeply. All through the pain and loneliness, she held on. I arrogantly hope it was because of me. I prayed that I gave her enough to keep her strong, that she needed to find me again as much as I did. That’s why I let her go because I knew our bond was unbreakable. I knew she needed to learn to be by herself, entering the world without a safety net. If I would’ve insisted on keeping her with me, I would’ve watched her vanish, I know it. Because loving her was another thing I was doing for her as she was doing it for me. We made it into each other’s subconscious, and there I tried to feed her a new life, I insisted that I needed her that much. Everyone should feel like they belong in this world, everyone.

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❤️‍🔥"I swear I used to see the devil when I used to look at her, those defiant eyes, and the smirky smile. But now and here, the same person has transformed so much that the old perception is merely a vague mirage, and when I look further in, there is this amazing woman gazing openly, lovingly and fearlessly at me. I can feel she is daring me now to look inside of her, when before she would push me to my corner she now invites me to hers, provoking me to jump into this sea of calmness and kindness. It makes me feel wonderfully bewildered.

“I am a bit confused,” I say, “I feel I am seeing a new person I have never seen before, yet your eyes are the same, your lips are the same, and your mysterious nature is the same... And to think that I loved the Charly you used to be, or better said, the Adam I used to be loved her. But I feel I want to know more now as I did then.”

Fragment from "Wild Weird Wicked Memories of Charly."

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In order to remember dreams, one must have the intention to do so

Journaling dreams is the same as planting them

and witnessing them grow

The subconscious mind is always listening

and recording…

as I explore it, it becomes a person

an entity, 

unknowable

and yet

a smoky mirror of the Self

I always took it for real

reflecting

my own fictitiousness.

[rains-of-words]

“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.”

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 7: 1966-1974 (via thebrokenquotes)

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IRON Sailing nightfall stars without access or exit Meaningless colours painting clouds made of dust where my SORROWS lived the ones I couldn´t leave behind. I loaded them into my ship until the end of times were they my friends I took them to the deepest of my abyss and I let them free. They cursed the heavens for forbidding them for denying them and by a liberation miracle into IRON of stars they transformed and they hardened my SPIRIT

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A little Concrete Poem on that little thing called time. 

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Who are you?

The one who writes

Where do you live?

How many times have I drowned you

and you still live?

¿Quién eres?

La que escribe.

¿Dónde vives?

¿Cuántas veces te he ahogado,

y aún revives?