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Joshua Blair Jan 2018
What is life. Life is just the cycling of death. We look up to death. We look forward to death.
What is death without life. You have no death without giving yourself life. To die you need to first have a life. Contrary to belief you aren't born with life. You make life or you disappear one day. Without life that grave is just a name. Choosing to settle for less in life is choosing to rob your life. Choosing to stop it from ever being. Choose life. Make yourself something.
Just do something. Please.
Nola Swan Dec 2017
We are constantly put into a position that makes time relative.
Forced to face the future every step of the way.
Every current thought clouded with the judgment of the future.
How will this affect my future?
What will this decision in this moment be in the future?
That is why we envy those carefree spirits.
Who only base their decisions on this pseudo principle
We call the present.
We taunt them and their “reckless” behavior
As thoughts like theirs have no place in this world
Which refuses to see the beauty in a place where time seems to stop.
Their actions do not crave the approval of the future they crave the
excitement of the present which we ignore to the point  
we don't even speak of her.
It is as if she fails to exist on this plane that we are currently in.
When the future holds no promise what is it that drives us towards it
Why do we long to be there?
While refusing to acknowledge that we are the small dialogue between the past and future.
The only this that can be actually accounted for in this moment.
Where time is but a unit of measurement used to guide you.
To make you forget.
Life is happening to you right now
In the present
With you as the placeholder.
You are the person who winds the clock
So why do we kneel to it every day?
Constantly moving forward helps one forget the struggles of right now.
Having one's mind pressed on the future allows for the pains of the
present to fade.
Purpose, it's a simple word.
The question is, what is yours?
Do you know your purpose?
What are you doing here on earth?
Do you just exist on earth?
Or do you live in earth?

Do you just breathe air and do nothing?
Or learn and make money for living?
Are you born just to sleep and eat?
Or born to make something productive?

You have dreams.
Do you wait it to come to you?
Or work hard for it to pursue?
So are you existing or are you living?
Hi! I'm sorry if it's bad but I hope you like it :)
Julia Mae Oct 2017
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lately
i am existing in places as little as possible
where you cannot find me
where every feeling is a void
where i hope to forget

here
i feel so safe
immersed within ignorance
and you cannot touch that
you cannot intrude
you cannot inflict any more hurt
because i will not let you
Ty Mann Sep 2017
Every day I remind myself that I'm allowed to exist.
I love you like darkness, It fuels my mind. In secret between the shadows and within the soul. Like a plant that hardly blooms beneath the others yet, when it does it's the most beautiful of them all. Carrying itself to the light, without knowing how I found myself being so fond of you, without complexities or pride within our way I found you existing within my heart. My chest, my arms, and eyes.
chipped tooth Jul 2017
There was once a moment when
nothing existed.
Nothing was called darkness.
I have never known nothingness
but I have felt darkness.
Darkness is anywhere that I am not
and everywhere that I will be.
It is on either side
of my life.
It is not shadows,
or blindness,
or a new moon.
Darkness is nothing.
redberries Jul 2017
Even with the most gentle soul
The kindest

Even with the happiest life
The most envied

Even with all the dreams fulfilled
There still is a void

As it never was what’s outside that kills
But rather what’s inside

Within the sweetest face
Hides a ******
It kills whatever that is alive
And leaves you dead inside

You can never scream for help as
There is no helping
But to take it from within

So death sometimes
Is
the answer
Gabriel burnS Jun 2017
Omniscience is empty
I don’t want to know everything;
I don’t even want to know you.
The evidence is not humane,
No one needs proof of being
I need not fathom;
I need motion,
The dance between the ribs;
Wed the sapient to the savage
Where is the fine line?
You cannot intuit till you cross it,
But keep both eyes open
At all times;
Not the pretty ones with the lashes,
That swallow the light,
But the ones that devour the dark.
just vaguely connected thoughts
Colm May 2017
I thought about me, long before I became me. And though I am here, I believe, this is where I was meant to be.
Mhmm...I look at the clouds because they ask me to.
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