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Have you stopped to hear all the languages around you? Can you hear the flowers laughing and the whistling of the trees? It is worth it to take a peek into the world you live beyond.

» Posted By puddin On 08.19.2017 @ 8:17 am


I witnessed him enter survival mode,

» Posted By puddin On 06.18.2017 @ 11:59 am


Have mercy on me,
My soul is not well.
Have mercy on me
Give me something to smile about
And calm my breaking heart.
Have mercy on me
As I suffer through these rivers of tears
And dream of rivers woven into my destiny.
Have mercy on me, for my destiny is cloudy.

» Posted By puddin On 05.29.2017 @ 11:47 am


Look through the lens you choose,
But realise the colours don’t matter
One bit.

» Posted By puddin On 04.20.2017 @ 7:00 pm


My joyous soul laughs when I am near you purely because we are both alive.

» Posted By puddin On 04.17.2017 @ 10:33 am


My glow has disappeared
It always does when I notice those who think it it not glowing
With the right amount of light, the right color, or the right intensity.
My glow has disappeared
And I don’t know how to get it back
Because there is no energy source.

» Posted By puddin On 04.13.2017 @ 8:43 pm


This district of thought is filled with bizarre statements of selfishness and worry.
Why can you not be free to love your neighbor, help those in need and care for the greater good?
Can you not see that we are all one?
Or is your district so separate from mine?

» Posted By puddin On 04.11.2017 @ 8:08 pm


The essence of you,
The essence of me.
Perfect chemistry.
An alignment of stars
A progression of time
An uncanny love.
The essence of us.

» Posted By puddin On 04.09.2017 @ 3:21 pm


Jumping into the sweet abyss I observe all that is around me. I see stars, memories, nightmares, clouds, earths that have not been, dimensions you cannot feel, and questions that have not been answered. I observe and wonder at my humanity and the energy inside of me.

» Posted By puddin On 04.06.2017 @ 7:40 pm


Moaning loudly and pressing
Holding a flower
Lighting a candle
Sipping tea
These are a few of my favorite things

» Posted By puddin On 03.30.2017 @ 11:21 am


The beard of the blanket was resting on his chin
As if it was his own.
He had always wanted one
But it was something he could not do
Just another thing he was incapable of
Another step he could not climb
So he relied on that blanket to give him a beard.

» Posted By puddin On 03.28.2017 @ 8:29 am


There is no such thing as nonfiction.
Somewhere, everything has happened.
Perhaps not here,
But somewhere.

Fiction is reality,
And nonfiction is deceptive.

» Posted By puddin On 03.23.2017 @ 1:09 pm


What is the influence of failure,
The influence of fear?
Very different,
For fear destroys
And failure creates wisdom.
In this manner we do not fear failure.
Failure is merely an experience
Of what does not work.
And how can we know what does work,
If we don’t experience failure?

» Posted By puddin On 03.22.2017 @ 8:45 pm


She cheated the system,
Rigged it for herself,
Redefined every word in their dictionary
With laughter and flair and purpose.
She cheated the system,
But never herself.
She cheated well.

» Posted By puddin On 03.20.2017 @ 7:50 pm

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