it seems (re edited)

It so seems to me

That you spy me

From the corners of time

Which they say no longer is

For such thing

Does not exist

But I remember…

It so seems to me

That you are near

Because I dream you

In the deep far ends

Where my memory gets

And you peer into my mind

Since those days when

My skinny body was

Made of young cells

And bewilderment…

 And it so seems

Because I sense you

Like a dry tear

To the departed dead.

Image:

 Surreal by AnaCBStudio

erase

time does not erase

or takes away

or gets rid of

time is only 

a reminder 

of time itself

of this inability

to forget

 forgive

 foresee.

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IMAGE > blue by GooFE

clearing

blue senses awaken

surrounding

a dark soul

it’s 

that hole 

in the sky

widening

while 

the rain shivers

and 

fades away

Joining d'verse tonight

Image: Green Dreams - Original Art Oil Painting On Canvas  by Leonid Afremov

setting off

Drowned in the loneliness
Of this island
Sinking in the ocean
Of hunger and wounds

Smelling the twilight
Words tangle

It’s departure time

Tears fly
and are trapped
in the circling of our hearts

All that noise is deaf
The beat on our chests
break the silence
the mess

Eyes do the talking

Hoping not to regret
it's never too late

It’s departure time.

And the roads were always there
for us to be walked.
The guitar was always there

for us to be played
Piles of books
could’ve been read

Instead, we took the shortcuts
we sang out of tune
and we just read

the summaries.

And now

it's getting too late. And now...

It is departure time.

[Sorry- forgot the image credit]

Duelling Inside

Sort of long

Long time ago

A fact so cruel

As a matter of fact

So fool

A sort of

Let’s duel…

Life gave birth

To this sort of ruin

Herein

Where two became one

And could never

Be joined again

Not fun.

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On The Inside (work in progress) by Lee Wilde

dawn

standing before an orange sun

blazing and fleeing clouds

exhaling breath in vapour water

second in

second out

frozen nose

eyes not frowned

deeper in

softly out

a launching bird

distracts my misconception

of place and time.

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Fading into oblivion by artsmitten
.

Dry

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I have no further intentions

Though you might think I do

Cause that’s what I reflected

What inside was true

As it’s true

I forgot to water you

Cause I also forgot

It had not rained for a long while

And your dryness

Was like that tear about to fall

That puppy asking me

To lift him

And be his mum

Until he learned or glimpsed

Life is hard

And devastating.

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Flower Offering by Katarina Silva

Often

All of a sudden I am not myself any more

Just a shadow of whom I used to be

Though being had little to do with living

Living less to do with the rest of the things

I used to think I was

.

All of a sudden, too often, you

Showed up to send signs

That what I was doing was all wrong

And you that I had a special gift

And then you , who
could not believe that shift in me

  .

And

All of a sudden the scary moments

Sacrified my existence

Turning into a tiny silly clown

At times, too often, aware.

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IMAGE: Fragile, by Metal Edz

On Clocks and Other Stuff

So much worse

Had it been predictable

Once more

Disappointing

This

 Is not like the river

For

It does not get old

It’s like the past

You want to hide it afar

but so often the answers

are there to be found

It’s this train whose last call

We’ll never 

ever get to

Running too slowly 

and so fast

And the time I moved 

at dusk

While setting the clockhands

To get the hour:

Seven were ahead.

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Image >  by Google

hope

Unfinished

These fragments

Persistent

Immaterial

Hoping you were

Were not trying

Trying again the old formula

Breathe in, breathe out

Hoping I had

Was having

One last shower

Putting on

My favourite silky piece

Bringing back old memories

Allaying

Hoping you are...
You know
Knowing and never forget
You are who you are
 
Hoping you are...
You accept
Accepting there is no way back
 And time is not going to stop
For you
Or anyone.

Hoping you are...
You realize
Realizing I was

Longing so little ago

For the end of what’s now

A desired

Shivering winter

Hoping we are...

Hoping we were

Sinking  into my inner sea

Meaningless

Unforgettable.

Hopeless.

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Image: Reclining Woman by Jan Rauchwerger

There...

There

Left my place

For those longed few days

To stay away

Forget

Find it all in the self

And rest

Left

With no aims

An attempt, yes.

To leave behind

Jack and Mike,

Look inside

And get back that smile of mine…

So I found what looked so much as paradise

Me and my thoughts

A bed and no pets

Temporary retirement...

Avoiding eyes

You find mine

Both sides got high- too high

And we had it

Another while is eternity

Another while is just

What it is

What should have never been

Another inconceivable affair.

There.

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Hell Miracles

Goya already painted lots of the sort...

But my visions lack his black

Surroundings and backgrounds

Are these visions or ascensions?

Collisions in delusions

Where these tiny miracles appear to stand

Appealing , appalling

Waiting at the end

Of the never ending tunnel

His black is my grey, my white

Silver,  some time

Others…

    stained with reddish sparks

And while strolling through

   a hundred hands rise

Begging me to share

     these tiny miracles that glare

And the angels up there

Snoring in dreams

Ignoring me and my glimpse

Sight of those still afar tiny miracles

That push me

pull me,

Pull me and

push me

…Inciting me

        to exist. 

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Posted for One Shot Wednesday

  ‘Distant Eden’ Canvas Print by Cliff Vestergaard

 

Give Me

Mujerblue by Beatriz Díez Muiño

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Give me
Get me there
Give me that nice surprise

Get me there
Where I should stand
Inside
This long story
Within
Endless tales
Not to entertain
Not even the child
In me

Me...

Me plus me
Two mes
Me too…

Yet.Not enough.

Oh please,
Give me that
So that it’s new
Or old
But
As if
I had forgotten

The difference...

No matter how far
Or how dark

.

And it does not matter because

The depth is black
And blue beside

Give me a nice surprise
As if Christmas time

Give me a good reason
To start and not to
Fight against the stars.

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Routine

Why did you have to go through all that hell

To get to paradise?

Is it paradise?

How would I know?

Who insisted that we had to believe in paradise?

Who so wisely tried to prevent us from getting crazy?

I am all the same

But I try to behave myself

Why did you live that hell before, during and after during again?

And I kill myself a bit everyday so as to stay away

But those sudden visists of sanity drive me mad

And the constant confusion reigns

Because that’s what I learned

Ever even when innocence made sense

Why did I have to be witness to your hell?

Why do I inhabit here yet

And I kill myself a bit everyday so as to forget

But that never helped

Will never help

At times when I look at his little beautiful face…

But I also look at the self in the mirror

And tell her cry no more

And while I dry the tears

I cheer her up

With the old statements, like

I could take the new path

There is always a new path, the chance

The choice

But if I took that path just 30 centimetres wide

Up in the highest mountain

Any wrong step would make a fall into calling flames

So I kill myself slowly

Knowing that does not take me to paradise

Not even for a second

Will not make the approach faster

If only I could go to sleep and then

No then, no then what

No questions

No judgements

No more stress

This stress

Killing me little by little every single day

Killing me slowly

Tomorrow you’ll have to go on again

In the hope that the attack is softer

And you’ll clean the house and buy flowers

So that the killing is less harmful

And for a moment you’ll believe something is worth it

And so you can smile

And pretend everything’s ok

Just like yesterday

Despite his farewell through hell...

You Almost Convinced Me...

.-

.

.

Experts are expert on

Expecting you to be

Yourself.

And in order for you to achieve this

A few steps must go ahead

So they say…

Thought awareness:

the first step in the process

of managing negative thoughts,

as you cannot manage thoughts

you are unaware of.

Positive thinking:

used to create positive affirmations

that you can use

to counter negative thoughts.

These affirmations neutralize

negative thoughts

and help to build your self confidence

It is also used to find the opportunities

that are often present,

to some degree,

in a difficult situation.

...The (other) first step

in changing our attitudes

is to change

our inner conversations.
Praise yourself and others.

Dream of success.

Be enthusiastic.
Develop a strategy

for dealing with problems.

Learn to relax.

Enjoy successes.

Be honest with yourself.
Be courageous.

Change and improve each day

Do your best and don't look back.

See learning and change

as opportunities.

Try new things

Consider several options.

Meet new people.

Ask lots of questions.

Keep track of your mental

and physical health.

Be optimistic.
Remember,

you are what you think,

you feel what you want.

Thought Awareness

helps you to understand

the negative thinking,

unpleasant memories

and misinterpretation of situations

that may interfere with your performance

and damage your self-confidence.

Write these affirmations

down on a worksheet

so that you can use them

when you need them.

We are in control,

whether we know it or not.

We can be positive or negative,

enthusiastic or dull,

active or passive.
Mister Lincoln already said it:
Most folks are about as happy as they
make up their minds to be.

…

And ,

of course-
And, yet

After all these musts

You expect me

To be

MYSELF…?

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Italics > Copy- paste & adapted from several webs on 'Positive Thinking'...