Emperfiction

 backcase (@backcase) 7 years, 10 months ago

Pieces of my heart make a whole beyond the veil.

Honesty leads to liberty, once truth is recognized in the self.

Although strewn with thorns we never walk this path in vain.
In ourselves we find ourselves, we endeavor to become who we are at the heart.

The eyelids look back at me, and call me always.
Strange is the color which hides behind darkness.

December 7, 2013 at 9:22 am
Anonymous (13) (@) 7 years, 10 months ago ago

Hm?

Eyelids can’t look, dude.

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i4c1m2b (70) (@i4CiM2B) 7 years, 10 months ago ago

@francis-york-morgan, Can’t say for sure, it’s the same, but the phenomena i’ve been experiencing could be described as the eyelids looking back….Can you describe what you mean?

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i4c1m2b (70) (@i4CiM2B) 7 years, 10 months ago ago

@backcase, Can’t say for sure, it’s the same, but the phenomena i’ve been experiencing could be described as the eyelids looking back….Can you describe what you mean?

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backcase (204) (@backcase) 7 years, 10 months ago ago

@francis-york-morgan, @i4cim2b,

What I mean is that in closing my eyes to meditate I see and become my true self, first as a seperate being, but once the illusion clears I understand that I am the extension of myself.

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Yael Alonso (59) (@YaelAlonso) 7 years, 10 months ago ago

@backcase, Good Poem!

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backcase (204) (@backcase) 7 years, 10 months ago ago

@yaelalonso, thanks, but to me it seems confused. I wrote it to describe the anguish of my soul at that moment.

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Yael Alonso (59) (@YaelAlonso) 7 years, 10 months ago ago

@backcase, That’s why its good. An honest expression in an honest moment, no better way to write a poem.

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Anonymous (13) (@) 7 years, 10 months ago ago

@backcase, I think I understand.

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