Tag: Poetry
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Mind is a cavity Cavern, hollow, merely sustained by these feeble walls and thinning pillars of bare instinct In here, my dreams are docile Thousand years old, Winds wanting to escape Their cerebral confinement. My eyes, looking upon them you can see I am only a vessel Empty and Hallowed Through my skin you can…
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Dark tracks Weep traces Under mine eyes Clinging as if They are meant to stay Make a home On my very skin Hi thee hither,
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It is the way the waters flow, Its what seem to really matter, Down they tumble, swiping, scraping, Pebbles, boulders, sticks and leaves, Down, down they go clearing the way, With a rush like a fall, the process is quite a sight. The feeling brought forth such a relief, Like having a heavy load lifted…
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I am here not to fix, impress or heal you, Play a role or attend a masquerade, Neither am I here to defeat or complete you, It’s not a game, you’re already whole, I cannot remove or change your past, Can’t predict what the future holds either, In fact, there’s but terribly little that I…
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Today my friend, Might well be a perfect day, To refine the art of letting go, And seeing things in better light. Life can stay the fairly the same, It’s on you to be the change, Moments, like puzzle pieces, Only you can rearrange. While the masses slumber, Take the path few have taken, And…
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But I am like a tree In the wind I am rooted And I am dancing.
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There a hint of mint From the smoke you blew Filling the room As you glance at my soul Your whispers quickly turn from nail to hammer And a glance from your eyes reveal the plan In a step by step fashion From fruition to ruin I’m aware of the consequences Leave me Lucifer, Gabriel’s…
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Slipping into silence, slow and thin,Shadow stirs beneath the skin.Bright rooms blur and fade,Light dulled by creeping shade. Smiles become a mask too heavy to wear,Laughter echoes cold, stripped bare.Thoughts like raindrops, soft but steep,Gather in the cracks too deep. You don’t fall—no sudden blow, Just drift where nothing seems to grow.Each day, a hush, a…
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They say to be real, call instead of text Handwrite instead rather than type Breathe the fresh air instead of taking shelter under screens What you don’t know is, I am silent Long hikes in the trees are my refuge I fly and fish in the winds Clear waters are where I go. I am…
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That’s today’s word. Frustrations, disappointments and a whole load of universal nonsense that I had no control of. Am off, and hoping for a better tomorrow.