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  • Writing poetry with others?

    Writing poetry is difficult. Being exposed is difficult.

    Would or have you ever considered collaboration with someone else in writing poems? Is poetry something too personal for you, or could you imagine yourself writing a poem with someone else to express things from your inner self?

    I have discussed this with many and have received different views.

    Others see poetry writing as something too personal and intimate to do with others. When writing a poem you express your inner feelings and agonies; you cannot do that along with someone else.

    On the other hand, it is true that most of us write poems to share at the end. And what is more, we all share similar agonies and thoughts about the major aspects of our existence; from life and death to the mundane agonies of everyday life we are all living in the same world…

    What do you think?

    Would you consider writing poems along with me or someone else?

    Jung talked about the collective unconscious. Could that be a way to explore its inner depths and find what unites us at the end?

    Visit the Collaborative Poetry page if you wish to enter the Poetic Philosophy Collaboration Workspace…

    December 30, 2025
    collaborative poetry, collaborative writing, poems, Poetry, Writing

  • Laughing. Crying. Living. (Darkness)

    As Oscar Wilde once said, the most serious things are said as jokes.

    It is when we make no effort to understand that we understand. When we play. When we laugh. And the world is just for a minute brighter. And everything seems in place. You are rich then. Full of everything. Having nothing.

    But don’t be fooled.

    Laughing has nothing to do with laughing. Having fun just makes us cry more when there is no Sun. Still. We need to laugh.

    Oh, bright Moon.

    Why are we brave enough to stare the dark?

    December 29, 2025
    crying, darkness, laughing, Living, poetic

  • No time…

    I used to write poems as a kid

    Now I am grown up

    There is no time to read

    Nothing to inspire me

    I used to be terrified that I will die

    Now I just live…

    December 27, 2025
    Living, Modern Civilization, no time, poem, poetic

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