This is just not a relatable quote as I very much believe in that
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Rumi
This is just not a relatable quote as I very much believe in that
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Rumi
This poem is about how the Self overshadows the Being, as I get entangled in my own patterns. How pain, rage, damaged brain & veins create the image of the haunted phase, while the Being is simply present in its pure essence behind these patterns, created by the Self.
Burning the Self is a poem, through which I’m trying to set me free. Poetry helps me in resetting the eye of an I, which is often covered with pain body of different emotions.
Let me free me from my see-through & tight hold of the reins
The shining pearls I’m dripping in this beautiful & heavy rain
The clouds are dark & heavy, they are veiling my layers of pain
Crazy lines I’m scripting through the multiple black spots in my damaged brain
It’s not in vain when I say my phase is the one controlling my haunted scene
It’s like the red tint is tainted when it flows out from the inside of my stressed out veins
The way my top frame is screaming out in top form the rising rage
I go crazy when my brain blows out in pieces to ride the insanely strong waves
My mind is sometimes constrained in square shapes, I’m not able to losen my grip
Sharp thorns I’m shedding by burning the outer surface of my thick skin
Deep dents I’m hammering out of the deformed shape of my swirling face
It’s my Being standing out peacefully behind the ashes of my burning Self
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More poetry and poem about self & being: 7 Days in Hell, Bleeding Orchid (1). Giving up, a poem written during a dark hopeless time (2). Related to a poem about self and being burning.
I’ve been nominated for the Vincent Ehindero Blogger Award for the second time. I’m deeply touched by the kind gesture.
A few days back, I was nominated for Vincent Ehindero Blogger Award by the amazing Debby from DebbySEO. I’m deeply touched & humbled by her kind gesture. This is my second nomination for the same award this year.
For those of you, who aren’t aware of DebbySEO, please do check her blog to find the helpful tips & tricks & to know about what kind of services she offers (Search Engine Optimization is one of them). Debby is a very kind hearted & down to earth being. She would go an extra mile to help you. I happen to use her services when I decided to migrate my site/blog to another host. I couldn’t have done without her amazing help, especially when I was losing patience from time to time due to some issues, that WP couldn’t resolve. She kept her cool, calmed myself down, by assuring me that she would make my site to work, which she did. Today, Debby is more than a service provider to me & I feel very blessed knowing her.
Rules (/Guidelines):
Questions from DebbySEO:
My nominees:
Anonymously Hal
Spirited Soul
Short Prose
alwayswithlovecat
erroneouschoices
Maple Leaves
Era
Rinum’s Blog
Anyone else who reads this post and wants to participate!
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I find this quote quite relatable, that makes me to accept who I am
I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
Edgar Allan Poe
This poem is about how things can trigger my insanity, which results in chasing / snapping on a person til my burning eyes, full of rage “kill” that person
I’m so twisted when I lay down in my pit
When things grow crazy, I shed my deadly skin
I look so drop dead when I wear this new suit of scales
My hissssing eyes are wide open while you look at me in fear
Don’t gaze at me with that glare, you’re just making me insane
Just pray for your life coz you’re about to be my next prey
You simply can’t escape when I follow your shaky steps
Don’t look back at me in despair while I sway my swag
My moves are so swift when I zig-zag & spit at you in air
I’ll show you the blues when I bite you, I swear
Everything will change in that moment to the living hell
I’ll give you fits before you finally lie on your ground plain dead
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