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  • psammie 10w

    A Fractal's Fragility

    Demons ceaselessly aim to break me
    And more often than not they succeed
    But they do me no true harm
    Indeed, all they realise is more of me.

    My heart shatters at the slightest squeeze
    And never does it truly heal
    Yet every fragment beats for you
    I am a fractal being.

    My fragments reinforce me
    Each shard; a replica of the whole thing
    Self similar at all scales
    Every single piece is me.

    _Mie

  • psammie 10w

    Vanguards

    Commmited to our cause
    A kindled empathy yet burning strong
    Resolutely staring death in the face everyday
    Holding the line at the front line.

    This is no ordinary war
    Nor the battlefield a familiar kind
    The barely visible hostiles close in from all directions
    Every front is a front line.

    Where do they come from?
    For whom do these adversaries fight?
    Damning or turning our own with a single touch
    They must not breach the front line.

    Civilians are caught in the cross fire
    The ground laced with mines of controversy and ignorance
    Stay low, stay safe
    Let's respect the sacrifices-- the sacrifices at the front line.

    Say them a prayer
    Toss them a coin or two
    Salute to the vanguards
    The ones at the front line.

    _Mie

  • psammie 23w

    Just as a royal court reflects the tastes of its ruler,
    A painting reflects the ability of its maker;
    But sometimes, even more so,
    The perspective of its beholder.

    _Mie

  • psammie 23w

    A false presentation of self, is often the wrong presentation of self.

    _Mie

  • psammie 23w

    Deception

    It is.. like creating an alternate universe, of which you're the master
    But you get to live in it too- to keep us from suspicion and wonder
    Switching in and out of reality, you'll eventually begin to tire
    Holes begin to form in your false universe, and the truth itself clobbers it until it expires
    You're exposed, disgraced- but the consequences aren't necessarily dire
    But, in one form or the other, you become a pariah.

    _Mie

  • psammie 23w

    I know what I don't know
    I also know that I don't know what I don't know.

    _Mie

  • psammie 23w

    My heart is always beating, but I only notice.. whenever I see you.
    _Mie

  • psammie 25w

    Green Depression

    One tree, two worlds

    They look different
    Breathe different

    One shaped in the tranquil serenity of the forest
    One defined by the advanced bustle of the city

    They stand on identical roots
    Bear the same fruits-- but one is more inspired, no dispute.

    One is timid, dwarfed and sandwiched by metal and concrete monoliths
    One stands proud, undoubtedly the tallest being around.

    But Man is their bias examiner, he grades with a twisted bar:
    The urban tree is shy of growth, however, still grows past certain limits- a 'silver star' - a trim is its reward.
    The one in the wild flourishes, even gets to its zenith- a 'gold star' - an axe is its reward.

    What, in so many words, is it i'm trying to say?
    The tree is a slave, home and away..

    _Mie

  • psammie 25w

    Perspective

    Does order negate chaos, or does it find form in it?
    Does illumination dispel darkness, or does it find a path through it?
    And those challenges- are they not all chances to tell a tall tale?

    ©mie

  • psammie 25w

    A Dark place

    When I look in the mirror
    It's not me I see
    Although it's almost like looking into my own eyes
    Reaching into my own mind--that very world behind my sight
    It then stares back at me
    And shows me whatever picture I want me to see;
    might be's, should be's, could be's..
    But it's still not me.

    It's all negative
    But I don't want it to be.
    ©psammie