Tag: poem
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[463] We Breathe Underwater
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Curiosity to see if jealousy persistsIf we’re really talking truthyou wanted to see if our love really persistsMy stoic statue emotions do not work with youIf I really had the chanceI’d let you know of tidal wave emotionsthat you can bring to me andI can bring to youI realise your hidden mysteriesa reread of Thoreau…
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[453] A Reminder For Living
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Above all choose tranquillitywhen the rut is a quicksandAbove all choose chaos when all is already lostBeneath it all, you’ll find the truthOn the side of truth, you’ll find youCarry wisdom in your angerSearch for light in your darknessThe shadow awaits you dailythe stars dance in their past gloryPart ways with your insecuritiesShed the skin…
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[452] The Road To Recovery
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Make me believe in ecstasy I am tired of not being seen in anything other than miseryShow me the magic you see every daySo I can see things I can’t perceiveI want to be able to wantand find a passion to burn,a wind to blow and a storm to fallRare words to fall back onInterventions…
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[451] The Nostalgic Illness
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Disappearing dreams on the edgesof fluttering rotting pages under nimbus cloudsNostradamus rains all his telic propheciesof lost potential when the mind is illCan you try understanding simplicityin all its puzzling complexity ordoes the mind need a substance for it cannot articulate its own diseaseMeditative care or empathyand the presence of mind I am present here…
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[450] The Grateful Undead
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Chronic illness of dancing starsSupernova tirednessfinds us detached from lifeStorms scare the little resolve of the undeadDisconcerted efforts all to keep insanity at bayDrained of whiteI discover a new vocabularythat survival teachesto the ones left alive Painting by Frank Kelly Freas
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[449] The Ages of Man
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Every way that anyonehas tried to show me always ended up in a cul de sac Feverish intensitiesBurnt out cavalryEmotional fallacies I retrace my stepstake a left from the bush of ignoranceand a right from whenever I felt right Pride can lead to vanity and I neededto reach a zone outside of my comfortThe haven…
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[448] The End of Our Beginning
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The birth of the world and its dying echocan be heard in a shellLike that, I try to find the beginning of our endin the silence you left behindI lied when I told youthe first time we talkedwas the first time we metwhen I saw you every day sipping your morning cup through the cafe…
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[447] The Potential In You
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I mask a mask of survival that has overstayed its welcome likedrizzle after a stormThe mask is a shapeshifteran excuse spitter, so naturallyit dreads questions that revealits truest nature, so I dare askWhat do you fear to admit?How deep is your survivors’ guilt?What disappointments do you hide?What memory do you block through denial?Does grief stop…
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[446] The Same Old Song
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Up again I fear admitting that I can admit fear Elongated status quo misery to not admit the misery of my psycheRationale finds me conveniently when habit is found to be absentminded Days flow in a daze Time passes me mesmerisedIn an imprisoning loop of an infinite laughter So I give in… to… sleep. Up…
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[445] The Puppeteer Falls
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How does the common man end up fighting for common air,and grapple for basic necessities provided by conscious comedians When wide-eyed puppeteers find their neatly held strings laceratedtheir grip on their ivory throne dismally tightens seeing our widening eyes gasping… for a mere breath NaPoWriMo Day 26: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write…
Smoke words every day. 