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Read MoreLoves out of order.Imagined fear/terror.Necessary mental response.Collapse of reason and logic.Rise of despair.Sense of hopelessness.What is sleep?Mind always whirring.Suicidal ideation.Nothing but suffering.A smile from a stranger.A speck of light.A lovely thought.Black turns to grey.Grey turns to beige.Some reason returns.The...
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This is an interesting piece starting off one way and flipping it around. That is how life is, right?
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The first one is better in my opinion. Our minds are a battlefield.
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Read MoreWe sat in the dark, the universe wide and quiet. I said I was nothing. A speck. You said you were the same. Not special, not apart, just drifting. One thing, not two. Consciousness, pure and whole, no edges. The...
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Wow, I love this Pete. It reminds me of a piece I wrote recently about Dream lovers. dreams are so deep. Thank you for sharing.
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We were the dream, and the dream was enough. Wow.
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Read MoreI'm not unique. I'm not important. I'm not even a mote in this existence. You too are neither unique or important. Just another speck. Helplessly drifting through time and space. Entangled with everything else. What I am, what you are Is pure consciousness Not separate,not joined,just one. We are...
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Read MoreI write to express my emotions to let pain out let joy in if I find a place to publish I expect good and bad reviews A good review and my ego dances A bad review and it gets the blues Sometimes I write with a...
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I hope I never have to rely on AI to write for me. Sometimes I’ll use a proofreader to correct spelling and punctuation but that’s it. The human element is what makes poetry real. The compassion, the anger, the love, the empathy, and even the laughter are all something that made men and women write poems in the first place.
The future is scary being we won’t know what’s real and what isn’t.
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If God has a reason I would imagine it would be to teach us love and to help. It’s on us but we let them down. That’s one reason the thought of billionaires sicken me. They could help but most either don’t or just do enough for a tax write off.
Great ink