My Happy Place...
The presence of evocative gloom is suddenly sentient
A soft glow
illuminates from the gray clouds
A soft dullness fills the room
The presence of evocative gloom
is suddenly sentient
the calming sound
of rain
Fills my mind
I close my eyes
And let the
Cold
Harsh
Thoughts of reality
Slip from my mind
Its only now
That nothing exist
But the irrevocably irresistible
Sound
Of love
Sadness
And silence
About the Creator
Angel Blade
These are all poems written from 2021 to 2024. I was in my teenage years... please keep this in mind...
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Fears of My Unconscious Mind
Three dreams, three fears. The first dream was merely my fear of water. I was stuck in a house with my mother, brother, and a few classmates. This house was on an island surrounded by ocean. I noticed that the water was getting awfully close to the house. When I asked them about it they answered saying it was "hurricane season". They said this coolly and calmly as if this was normal. I was already began to feel scared and unnerving before anything actually really happened. That's when the water got so close it started to flood rooms of the actual house. This scared me more than anything and I began to panic. I begged my mother to let me use her phone to call someone to come get us. She immediately said no and that we will go home tomorrow morning. I knew well that I was not about to stay in that house for a full night. Fear clenched my chest restricted my air, my eyes poured with tears but I didn't give up. I continued to rack my brain trying to think of anyway to get out of this situation.
By Angel Blade3 years ago in Poets
Staying sane in the insane world.
”It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.” Jiddu Krishnamurti This quote has been one of my favourites since the moment I first laid my eyes on it. To me, it cuts right through the fog of the illusion of normality that permeates our lives. And since I am someone who has never felt (well) adjusted to this society, Krishnamurti’s words gifted me with the realisation that there isn’t anything inherently wrong with me.
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