#Existence

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  • 13_prerna 1w

    Unloving you was hard, pure and passionate as it was while loving you.

    Loving was easy in comparison to unloving the same thing I use to love beyond my own existence.
    ©13_prerna

  • meline18_hk 2w

    Your existence itself is something
    something magical
    something precious
    something beautiful

    #life #existence #being #meaning #value #unknown #exist

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    There are like a billion things
    in this world that are unknown,
    unidentified and unnoticed
    but they do exist
    and their existence means something.


    ©meline18_hk

  • wraczlavski 4w

    Herbert Wraczlavski
    The Void


    The void begets the dying life
    Blinded by sudden burst of light
    Luring moths from the depths of night
    Forgone be darkness for the hope in sight
    Betrayed and forgotten be the past
    believe the light which will last
    weaving webs of thousand lies
    about the void in their eyes
    about the tears they cry
    about truth they deny:
    All born are bound to die
    every moth and every light
    Children of the endless night
    The void begets the dying life.

    ©wraczlavski

  • alastair_margerman 5w

    creation

    worlds exist between what is said and what is heard, between what is seen and our interpretation...


    ©alastair_margerman

  • anthonymustoo 5w

    Fallen From Grace

    Right in the crosshairs
    Of a poet's eye
    The visual ensnares a fall
    From grace


    The sillheoutte of Icarus burned into the
    Summer's shifting solar winds and the blinding sky
    Eclipsed by the explosive imagery
    Depicting the shadow of Icarus
    a fall
    From the grace of the ground
    Into the unforgiving skies

    The silence that follows revelations in heat
    Famines and outbreaks of disease
    Ingestions, infections, and fleas
    Manifest themselves in violence and aromas chasing like a river of blood from a wound as it bleeds into itself and itself into sleep
    Defiant of the obtainable
    Only reaching from the penetrance of the ground
    Digging through trenches of ancient texts
    Ripping sheets like a pearl or a glass
    Until now breaks into a split
    And time expands itself like a taste from a nightmare that can move
    Like a colossal war machine on the horizon
    Each step breaks the earth
    Every metaphysical slip is present in any and every dimension of the indefensible experience
    We cannot separate ourselves from it
    We can not decorate the ground in blood
    And step away hoping life could somehow grow from it

    The dreams as well as what you fear
    Cannot be trusted
    Like a rage that could expel you from the skies
    After the first piece of humanity is recovered
    After this page has been dusted
    Only then, can we understand why
    Everything we know, feel, and understand
    Must somehow be as important now as it is
    And as it will be when it all inevitably
    And explicitly dies
    Somewhere in the meridian the truth lies
    The melody of a song's wings
    Carrying a new lullaby from a desert's spring
    And from it, glimmering a new life
    ©anthonymustoo

  • bp1709 7w

    How to live life?

    How to live life? Some say live in the present and some say see the future,
    Can both be done together?
    Those who say that live in the present then why don't you think of happiness more than the karma?
    And those who say think about the future then what your present looks like?
    Life is full of mystery and we die figuring out how to live our whole lives rather than living it.
    ©bp1709

  • silentechoes 8w

    If demons don't exist then Hell doesn't either. The real question a skeptic should be asking is whether or not the demons are among us.
    #demons #theexistanceofdemons #existence #skeptic #skepticism #paranormal #supernatural

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    Skepticism About Demons

    ~silentechoes91

  • _flow_of_words_ 11w

    My existence..

    What if you wake up one day, and then realise that I don't exist in your life anymore? Will your life change in some way or will your life be the same without me?

    These days i have been thinking about how much I really matter to people. Because maybe I am giving them the importance they really never deserved; or maybe I deserve something more than I am receiving from the people. Or maybe it's just me who is thinking of the things which never really mattered to me. But then why am I thinking of how people will react if I just get vanished one day? Maybe I need some validation, or maybe I am searching for one. Maybe I wanna know how much someone really cares about me because I tried to be there for some, but who will be there for me?

    I just wonder ...what if you wake up and realise that i don't exist in your life anymore? Will things change in some way for you?

    _ Utkarsha Kalambe
    Dt. 13 March 2022 @2:08 hrs IST
    ©_flow_of_words_

  • pallavi4 12w

    Existence

    The experience of being extinct in an
    inexact relationship presents one
    with extraordinary number of ways of
    extracting numerous artistic
    expressions of having existed once,
    non existentially .

    ©pallavi4

  • that_freak 13w

    Saw a tree yesterday, almost dead, not dead~

    #existence #identity #self #tree

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    "Is it the few countable leaves left on these branches that are giving meaning to my being?"

    ©mani

  • _angel_ishu_ 13w

    EXISTENCE

    Never talk to a person to whom you have to make realise every single time that you exists
    ©_angel_ishu_

  • beensn 14w

    If only marks measures education,
    Just breathing can mark existence.
    © beensN

  • louisamay 17w

    Questions

    Why are we standing still?
    Do we have to make changes? differences? or even equality?
    Do we just have to live our lives fully with consciousness and sincerity?
    Why do some of our existence mean something and the rest just don't?
    Do we realize that some of us are known and others are just invisible?
    Why does it feel like sometimes we just let this life slide?
    Doesn't it feel like our lives just keep spinning around and sometimes meaningless?
    Why do we often have something to hide?
    Why do we choose to be ourselves instead of others?
    Why don't we have the chance to go back to the past and fix something from there?
    Do we need to stay conscious of our present?
    Do we plan the best for the future or just hope the worst never happens?
    Why do we think and feel about someone that might never know we are alive?
    Why do we ask questions just to know that there is no answer?
    Again, why are we standing still?
    ©louisamay

  • joyful_bliss 17w

    Regret of existing

    According to me one of the most saddest thing to happen is regretting our own existence.
    ©joyful_bliss

  • ataj12 17w

    My existence without you is nothing but just an illusion of life

    ©ayesha

  • discreetliterature 18w

    Wisdom

    Once you learn how to use the brain to experience the existence of the mind.

    Wisdom is just an intuition.

  • ajayamitabh7 20w

    #Poetry, #Nature, #Conflict, #Existence, #Cosmos, #Discipline, #Freedom, #Bondage

    This existence is regulated by strict orderly pattern and discipline. A Man,on the contrary, by his very own nature desires freedom from everything ,be it any kind of control, discipline, rules, order or regulation etc. He treats the same as different types of bondages. In such a scenario , Conflict between a man and the existence is bound to happen.

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    Man and Existence
    Birds jump to the branches of trees at sunrise,
    But in the morning man wrestles with whys.
    Why do there seem to be too many cuckoos?
    Why chirping so noisy  what are the clues?

    In morning the sleep descends from its core,
    and chittering of pigeons hurts a man more.
    There is a  lot of tension and a lot of stress.
    Working late at night is a suffering a mess.

    Yes fatigue on mind, whenever Man feels,
    At times, smoking or drinking  appeals.
    At roaming late night the cosmos retort.
    A Reckless  freedom  is  not its support.

    Be it testy coca-cola or a pizza or a cake,
    Nature always opposes without a mistake.
    The sweet, the chicken, the fish, juicy curd,
    The cosmos  advises that these are absurd.

    While Orderly pattern is nature's workforce,
    But  freedom is nature of a man of  course.
    As many are options and choices  so gobs.  
    A  Man and this nature are always at odds.

    Ajay Amitabh Suman:All Right Reserved

  • rimlee_3010 20w

    Unique

    Innumerable stars are proximal to the moon,
    But are they even a mile closer?

    Grab the telescope. Zoom in.

    Now you realise. They just seem to be with that brown - tinged grey oblate spheroid.
    Isn't the separation much more than it appears?

    Stars are many, so they might have another in their vicinage.

    But Luna is one, an identical to it can never exist.

    ©rimlee_3010

  • juhiyverma_ 20w

    Disappear...

    I asked the sky to swallow me inside
    But he refused to do so
    So I asked the river to help me flow along
    She said I weighed too much
    And i better walk away lest I'd drown
    Then l I asked the wind to carry me with her
    She paused fr a while
    And gave me a gruesome look
    "How can I carry you if you already carry so much guilt on your chest?"
    Disheartened and grieved ,
    I requested the earth to bury me inside her
    She too denied , for I would hv to turn to dust to be one with her
    and that
    she can't take me alive.
    Then I pleaded the fire to burn me to ashes
    For I have none to grant me salvation
    Those flames of purity tried to grab me
    But they couldnt.
    Disappointed and exhausted
    I asked them all together
    To help me liberate through my misery
    They wondered why would I ask so
    For I was young
    And brave
    But Then asked me to wait,
    Conspiring against my wishes
    Soon after
    The sky gave me a pair of wings to fly
    To wander alone up and high ,to find my destiny
    The water showered me with her power
    The beauty Of lightness and consistency
    To be persistent and ever flowing in this journey of mine
    The wind asked me to flow along
    but With no strings attached
    Worthy of my every deed,
    And Soar High Always
    as light as a feather
    The earth then nurtured me
    with her buds of faith
    and fruits of patience and temperance
    The fire advised me
    Not to chase her but the darkness in me
    To tame my own demons
    and play with my own fire,
    Fiercely and delicately
    For it's the only thing
    that will keep me alive
    and set me free.

    ©juhiyverma_



    #life#love#survival#existence#catharsis #free#freedom#liberation#misery#disappear#doubt#belief#hope#alive#justalive#nature#fire#earth#water#sky#air#notyetdead

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    Disappear...

    I asked the sky to swallow me inside
    But he refused to do so
    So I asked the river to help me flow along
    She said I weighed too much
    And i better walk away lest I'd drown
    Then l I asked the wind to carry me with her
    She paused fr a while
    And gave me a gruesome look
    "How can I carry you if you already carry so much guilt on your chest?"
    Disheartened and grieved ,
    I requested the earth to bury me inside her
    She too denied , for I would hv to turn to dust to be one with her
    and that
    she can't take me alive.
    Then I pleaded the fire to burn me to ashes
    For I have none to grant me salvation
    Those flames of purity tried to grab me
    But they couldnt.
    Disappointed and exhausted
    I asked them all together
    To help me liberate through my misery
    They wondered why would I ask so
    For I was young
    And brave
    But Then asked me to wait,
    Conspiring against my wishes
    Soon after
    The sky gave me a pair of wings to fly
    To wander alone up and high ,to find my destiny
    The water showered me with her power
    The beauty Of lightness and consistency
    To be persistent and ever flowing in this journey of mine
    The wind asked me to flow along
    but With no strings attached
    Worthy of my every deed,
    And Soar High Always
    as light as a feather
    The earth then nurtured me
    with her buds of faith
    and fruits of patience and temperance
    The fire advised me
    Not to chase her but the darkness in me
    To tame my own demons
    and play with my own fire,
    Fiercely and delicately
    For it's the only thing
    that will keep me alive
    and set me free.

    ©juhiyverma_

  • sreeramyat 22w

    Please repost if you like it. ��
    #Magic #Existence #Belief #Quote #Love

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    Magic thanked me for believing in its existence, in the form of you.

    ©sreeramyat