No wise words escape my lips, No sigh heaves from my foolish heart, The inner sanctum sanctorum lies hollow and numb. Is it because I’m made to think we’re apart? Loneliness and togetherness, Because antonyms were meant to be isolated in company, Such a useless thought forms in my head. As I remember the moments
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Poetry - Part 8
January 04, 2017
THE REFLECTION THAT ANALYZES ITSELF
By tinaheals There is this constant reflection in me that analyzes, edits, stores or deletes every thought, idea and action. This reflection is no abstraction. It’s as bright and omnipotent as the Sun itself, It never ceases its processes. Analyzing, decoding, retrieving, and assimilating memories. Memories are like flimsy friend, here now gone tomorrow.
January 03, 2017
#myshityourshit
Eye roll, rapid breathing, parched throats…all just reactions. Coming on to us like waves. Sneaking onto the solid rock of I-AM, add a dash of hormone, mix it with karma, sauté it ACTION-REACTION. The waves keep crashing. Sometimes silently, sometimes with a growling intensity, sometimes cheerful…they are incessant! These thoughts as waves. This thesis and
December 22, 2016
Psychic Poetry
#PsychicPoetry #tinaheals Tend to the soil of your soul. Journey deep within. There is a gaping hole. Destroying chances of you being whole. Look to no one, for no one has been. To the Darkness inside. A sigh for the peace that disturbed thoughts stole!