Tag Archives: Transcendentalism

Fenix (#tbt)

After your skin sloughs off, does the itching stop, or do your bones scream out yearning to be scratched as the flames lick them clean of sinew and flesh? Immersed in a roiling sea of fire, at what point do … Continue reading

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Echolocation

Tiny whispers in my mind:"It, he, we, and also mine."Everything I see I findis a reflection of my shine. Everything talks to me, and here I am with my eyes shut and my ears closed; scrunched up like an obstinate … Continue reading

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Stardust

What makes a star a sun?How we relate to it must.Can there be more than one?We’re all made of star dust. What dulls our shine?Is it our fear and hate?We’re all of a kind.Can we steer our fate? Not like … Continue reading

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Avoidance

To sit in a void, a hard vacuum, would burst my eyes and boil my blood, and yet be so desirable. I could struggle with the contradiction, but prefer to just accept it like the warm embrace of winter. If … Continue reading

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Onomatopoeia (#tbt)

What constitutes pure silence? If a tree falls in the woods… If we build a sound detector with an auditory acuity far more sensitive than our own, and it tells us there is noise we cannot hear, is our silence … Continue reading

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Winding Road

The crooked line covers more ground. I’ve always preferred the scenic route, but I’m constantly more lost than found and a straight line has no time for doubt. I meander, sally, wander and wend, always walking to another place on … Continue reading

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The Worst Day of My Life

I love my home and I love my life. I also love my struggles and my strife because only friction can sharpen knives. I love the dark and I love the light. I love the day and I love the … Continue reading

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