Aeneid - Hello Poetry

If I finally find a single fact I’m sure of. Before my time is up and my mind fully spent. I’ll cling to it. Dig my nails into it. Till it or I break; ****** and bruised And I'll work for it, Till my knees buckle and my back bends from straining. I'll sweat for it. Lose my breath for it. Till Death yanks me away from it. Till then. I'll have to make do. I'll search for it.

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Aug 27, 2023

Aug 27, 2023 at 4:02 PM UTC

How to Lift Unsteadiness?

If I finally find a single fact I’m sure of. Before my time is up and my mind fully spent. I’ll cling to it. Dig my nails into it. Till it or I break; ****** and bruised And I'll work for it, Till my knees buckle and my back bends from straining. I'll sweat for it. Lose my breath for it. Till Death yanks me away from it. Till then. I'll have to make do. I'll search for it.

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I smell the beer and sweat that hangs on the air. two beasts of burden at the ready, as doctors laugh and joke and wait for blood. The bell sounds its violent echo and with it two artists paint the canvas crimson. A winner is picked, he's barely held together with a belt. what a world what a life what the **** am I doing with mine? If life is like boxing, I'm on the ropes

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Mar 4, 2023

Mar 4, 2023 at 7:48 PM UTC

Winners and Losers Like Me

I smell the beer and sweat that hangs on the air. two beasts of burden at the ready, as doctors laugh and joke and wait for blood. The bell sounds its violent echo and with it two artists paint the canvas crimson. A winner is picked, he's barely held together with a belt. what a world what a life what the **** am I doing with mine? If life is like boxing, I'm on the ropes

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Tick. Tock. Time moves I move Move me not For I am time

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Mar 1, 2023

Mar 1, 2023 at 6:48 PM UTC

Time and I

Tick. Tock. Time moves I move Move me not For I am time

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They say you can't choose whom you love, But I say that's not entirely true. Sometimes, you will it And their flaws melt into sea foam and footnotes And you begin to love so deeply, That it becomes as automatic as breathing Constant. Ever. Driving. Love that paints the sky pink and the blacks blue But me, I'm not ready for that love. Something inside me becomes nauseous. The air gets taught and sharp, Goosebumps become body briars Ready to cut anyone too close. I want to love, and, One day, I'll will it. Won't I?

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Mar 1, 2023

Mar 1, 2023 at 6:36 PM UTC

Won't I?

They say you can't choose whom you love, But I say that's not entirely true. Sometimes, you will it And their flaws melt into sea foam and footnotes And you begin to love so deeply, That it becomes as automatic as breathing Constant. Ever. Driving. Love that paints the sky pink and the blacks blue But me, I'm not ready for that love. Something inside me becomes nauseous. The air gets taught and sharp, Goosebumps become body briars Ready to cut anyone too close. I want to love, and, One day, I'll will it. Won't I?

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Once sprightly bright, not hunched, but tall Like a decommissioned kite, they fall They twirl and twindle, who knows how they'll land Who cares? They are but ground on which to stand Their brown cloth crumbles round their cage Now are naught, but stuff that leads to rage.

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Mar 2, 2018

Mar 2, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC

What am I?

Once sprightly bright, not hunched, but tall Like a decommissioned kite, they fall They twirl and twindle, who knows how they'll land Who cares? They are but ground on which to stand Their brown cloth crumbles round their cage Now are naught, but stuff that leads to rage.

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I saw her there, perched upon a branch. Intertwined, shield and cover, a roof made up of thatch. Talons tight, a ring upon a lover’s finger. Winter, wings unfurl, must go, useless love doesn’t linger

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Mar 2, 2018

Mar 2, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC

A Bird and Tree

I saw her there, perched upon a branch. Intertwined, shield and cover, a roof made up of thatch. Talons tight, a ring upon a lover’s finger. Winter, wings unfurl, must go, useless love doesn’t linger

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Fear, despair doubt dread distress dismay. Who would want it any other way Love, Passion adore like amore, devotion. This as my preferred emotion? What a frivolous notion. Fear, solid heavy robust stable steady. Fear, wealth worth riches store horde, plenty. Love, frail fragile shaky sickly sluggish, rotten. Love low, needy flat broke. forgotten.

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Mar 2, 2018

Mar 2, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC

Fear or Love?

Fear, despair doubt dread distress dismay. Who would want it any other way Love, Passion adore like amore, devotion. This as my preferred emotion? What a frivolous notion. Fear, solid heavy robust stable steady. Fear, wealth worth riches store horde, plenty. Love, frail fragile shaky sickly sluggish, rotten. Love low, needy flat broke. forgotten.

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