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  • psychosammyr 2w

    You live among the beasts in such a proximity that in course of time, you morph to one.
    #21520 #beast

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  • psychosammyr 5w

    Complaining about too much of luminance,
    She forgot that she was the bedouin
    In the Eternal Dark...

    #25420 @black_pearl_

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  • psychosammyr 7w

    Maybe the soul belongs
    To not a place but everywhere,
    But Home is always where
    The soul desires to reside.
    ©psychosammyr

    #15420 #soul #home #scatteredwords

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  • psychosammyr 10w

    Sometimes the air that we breathe is too contagious and stifling, even if it's not impure or tainted with poisons. It's not the nature, but the sins that we have committed outweighs everything now. We can do good deeds, we can ask for happiness, but when one is a sinner of profound deeds, such good things are nothing but rarity, no?
    Happiness is always a myth for some souls, contentment is nothing but tales of childhood. Whatever we think, what we perceive and the activities we do are nothing but sins. How can one live with this?
    A smile can change everything, but that smile is costly to see. You have one side of the balance with responsibilities and one side with your emotions. You have been the warrior for all your lives, a part of what you are. But what of the whole package known as 'I'? You seek a part of me but not the whole Me.
    Sinners as I can't ever have a happy ending; sinners who are capricious as I can't be content. We are nothing but the harbingers of vile and dark storms, that leaves only destructions at its paths. We are only created for bloody wars and tornadoes in lives and on Earth. We aren't destined for any merriments, for we take away the happiness from lives of people. We have shadows in our footsteps, the shadows that bring nothing but calamities; the shadows that bring nothing but loss.
    Sometimes choosing between responsibilities and love, some of us forget that we are only made for nothing but bad deeds, to annihilate calamities. We can't feel love, we can't show weakness or pain, but be the robot who are apathetic and ruthless. It's what we are and should be.
    Or else, we let sufferings escalate of people we care for. No more.
    #2532020 #deranged #sinners

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  • psychosammyr 12w

    Her nails are bathed in
    The blood of the innocent, with lips
    Tasted more, the harlot lives
    In the shadows of the night
    Waiting to prey
    On the innocuous souls.

    #7320 #harlot #prey

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  • psychosammyr 18w

    Hear the death hymns?
    Nothing but the sighs from within.

    ©psychosammyr

  • psychosammyr 22w

    Sometimes we don't really understand where our path takes us. It's the bridge that can take us to either the hell to be burned forever or forever burning us, or it may let us walk into the paradise, serving us peace and happiness on a gold platter.
    Pulsirat - the bridge to either heaven or hell.
    But is light a sham or real? Is darkness sinister or pure? Who knows? We just have to walk into it with a faith that will be undeterred, unperturbed and without wavering away. That faith and hope for something better will take one through the hardships to that destination one fights for to reach.
    All is needed is a little Ray of hope with a faith which is ironclad. Only then one enters through any pathway, through the walk of life and then finds their own way to that place where one wants to reach.
    All it takes is patience, tenacity, perseverance, hope with strong faith.
    #281219 #hope #faith #pulsirat #imagecredit #collected #mixedthoughts #unsorted

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  • psychosammyr 27w

    Grey Waters

    Here I am, dwelling
    In the oblivious wasteland
    Where I am to reside, waiting
    For the eternity to arrive, that prolongs
    As the time escapes like
    The sands in my hands.

    I see the sky morph from
    Sinister darkness to pinkish flecks,
    Turning to bright, flamboyant cornflower blues to
    Light ember at dusk;
    Turning as its words were given
    To back where it was - blackness.
    Full circle is the life, like mine
    As the days promised me with
    Words of the Divine,
    While I wait for the end to arrive
    That comes with mocks and
    Taunting smiles.

    I beg for it to engulf me in
    Its cocoon of forever bliss;
    But I wonder - is the forever of
    Misery or peace?
    Hah! None can say what lies
    Underneath, for it's a surprise not
    For others, but also me.

    Grey waters we all swim in,
    Murky and dirty in our sins and misdeeds;
    Sometimes we fall in its depth
    Like the victims and at times
    Seek refuge in its camouflage, muddied
    To hide from everyone and from
    The eyes that sees all yet ignorant -
    Of within.
    #291119 #grey #waters #sins
    Miss me? ��
    Flamboyant - colorful display and that catches attention
    Flecks - to color as if by sprinkling something
    To whom it may concern

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  • psychosammyr 29w

    There She was - standing, waiting and watching the world even after the world never recognized her.
    She was unknown to the world, and the ones who saw her were chosen by her to see her. She doesn't show herself to everyone. A shy apparition in her early twenties with slim and oblong face with sharp countenance, long midnight black hair flowing around her and shaping her delicate features, tall neck and she wears a long and flowing white cloth, possibly a sari that shimmered in the light.
    She angled herself on the left side, her back resting on the wall, yet not touching the moss covered wall at all. She gazed into the distance from the second floor of the ruined building. Her gaze was indifferent, yet her sadness was showing in her almond shaped eyes, dark with lashes long, reaching to the pale cheeks.
    When her eye contacts with another, she gives a dead look - nothing scary but as if she was seeing but not seeing at all for she waits for something else; maybe someone else.
    But something in her postures beckons to her. She wants a few to stand where she does and see what she witnesses. The time has lapsed and the skies have changed, but she was still captured in the time where she existed in flesh and blood.
    Some fortunate ones are willed to find her place and stand there, at that ruins where she stands and watches everything.
    She lives in the hall that is possibly the biggest of all the remaining ruins there; every intricate remains belonged to her. Every broken stairs lead a step towards her favorite resting place, where she waits. She dwells in the hollow and empty rooms, tentatively step through the hidden spiral stairs, shows a few to see what she sees and where she lives, now all alone.
    If one is asked, they see nothing. But why do you think she shows herself to a few? She shows because she is lonely; she shows that there is no end to waiting for something worth waiting for. Even after the flesh turned to mud or ashes, even after the sands of time has been blown away along with the wind that lets her white sari and thick, long and straight hair flow from left to right, she never left.
    Some souls never leave their purpose even after death. That is why she is there, captured in the weaved circles of time.
    #151119 #she #waits #ruins
    #collectedpicture
    You will find some past and present tenses mixed-up, but I can't change the err, as it seems fitting to me.

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  • psychosammyr 30w

    Wanted a respect of words
    I believe in, but all I get
    Is shunned from the ones
    I love once, but left me
    Acerbic and them - heartless.

    #21119 #late #post #respect #heartless

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