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Waiting - hard, All the sacrifice, all the struggle to know it wasn't necessary; To grasp something, presently unrealized as it is, Something regained: A hope of gaining nothing, But a return, a worthy

The Path of the Moth Dreams flit through my mind silver moth wings, dip and flit, careless dancer graceful believer lifting cares and nightmares plunging waterfalls and scaling gullies to tip the pinnacle

Over the squidgy granular sand; that is too difficult to walk in, I try to follow- from one step to the next - those firm eroded footprints, left one by one, alone, along the wavering line that meets the

the nets at the docks jumbled tangled in the sun - rough seas forgotten Photo: @f3nix Written for Mizu No Oto - Every Image Has Its Haiku Contest.

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I'm broke but I'm alive... Broken in so many ways. "So much to live for." Oh, don't I know But when I'm lost in my mind maze, It's hard to see it so. Those ideas I was spinning? About doubt and

I too fell into this world, or so it feels. Drifting in the wind, clashing, colliding, combining and hardening. Like those snowflakes I see falling outside my window. Nearing earth, each individual;

The Medicine came like a dart of pure blackness out of dark space. I chanced and danced. I bounced and fought, And sunk and returned, just arriving, Scared and eager, confused and determined; Infecting

I know there is something real. I know, that whatever it is, It is elusive. I know there is reason, Although it is hardly logical, and very far from common sense. I know..... There is very little I can

This Steemit account was created to help educate and inspire those interested in the psychedelic drug call Dimethyltryptamine, more commonly know as DMT. SWIM is a charismatic outgoing truth seeker just

One can learn from experience. Or, Be taught by experience.

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Idiot. I do it, all the time. Idiot, I accuse myself, When I'm down. There is no idiot, actually, Only room to grow. There is no inherent harm, In engaging the, 'I don't know.' Five Minute Freewrite. Prompt:

Trust your heart. If you don't know that the whole cosmos Is contained within, You will live forever in some foreign universe, Continually weighed down by other's hearts. Written 2016 Photo: Pixabay /

Pumped. The tide is pushing. The swell's getting bigger and faster with every passing minute. There is raw terror, excitement and deep careful consideration, vying for the attention of my attention. Looking

Redemption is pure natural beauty..... This was my first attempt at the Five Minute Freewrite. Today's prompt was Redemption. It almost became a poem, maybe it still is... Typed on my device I didn't get

On this lion's morning, I sit So Calm The light, the gentle stillness, My care-heart carries the weight of the world (oh, it's so heavy) easily. As the base of a mountain, I rest. My humanity trembles,

An open letter to Dr. Paul Krugman, Nobel Prize-winning economist: The Ultimate Argument for Bitcoin and Cryptocurrency Dear Paul, I am writing today in response to your opinion piece in the New York Times