Batya - Hello Poetry

I lost the key The words in vault The rivers roaring symphony gushed to a damning halt The mist still floating Slow motion, mid air I can hear it’s rumbling A reminder it’s there Waters seeping out my pores behind locked doors Suffocating, ruminating What’s the opposite of creating? Drowning in things unsaid And dreams unmet Not thought but felt It’s brimming, I’m choking The lights spluttering The void is black And suddenly It comes roaring back

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Oct 20, 2025

Oct 20, 2025 at 12:41 PM UTC

Blocked Flow

I lost the key The words in vault The rivers roaring symphony gushed to a damning halt The mist still floating Slow motion, mid air I can hear it’s rumbling A reminder it’s there Waters seeping out my pores behind locked doors Suffocating, ruminating What’s the opposite of creating? Drowning in things unsaid And dreams unmet Not thought but felt It’s brimming, I’m choking The lights spluttering The void is black And suddenly It comes roaring back

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There are times I find I wish I could go back In time rewind, and choose A little differently. But then again I wouldn’t Because I would miss you Terribly.

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Jun 5, 2019

Jun 5, 2019 at 12:52 AM UTC

Rewind

There are times I find I wish I could go back In time rewind, and choose A little differently. But then again I wouldn’t Because I would miss you Terribly.

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When it’s finally quiet I can’t help but hear The pained melodies My soul sings to me

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May 21, 2019

May 21, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC

Quiet

When it’s finally quiet I can’t help but hear The pained melodies My soul sings to me

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I traveled a distance To see a great sage With wealth only seen In poor men’s dreams I arrived at a shack Broken and bare I knocked and I entered The old sage was there his home was a sight quite humble indeed nothing extravagant nothing to see Where of the wealth? -I asked, aghast How can you live with nothing to give? Well what about you? -He countered Where are your things? What do you bring? But i am not from here! I'm not like you You see, I'm just passing through He smiled and whispered I'm passing through too.

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May 9, 2019

May 9, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC

Passing through

I traveled a distance To see a great sage With wealth only seen In poor men’s dreams I arrived at a shack Broken and bare I knocked and I entered The old sage was there his home was a sight quite humble indeed nothing extravagant nothing to see Where of the wealth? -I asked, aghast How can you live with nothing to give? Well what about you? -He countered Where are your things? What do you bring? But i am not from here! I'm not like you You see, I'm just passing through He smiled and whispered I'm passing through too.

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nothing like a mother's loving when she sings of dreams unseen by the rest of us her devotion knows pain with nothing to gain yet she smiles like she knows something we don't her yielding faith extends and repays all that lends yet never counts all the hurt we put her through and when we're all at rest she longs for our best her prayers trusting and unknowing nothing like a mother's loving

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May 9, 2019

May 9, 2019 at 5:50 PM UTC

mother's loving

nothing like a mother's loving when she sings of dreams unseen by the rest of us her devotion knows pain with nothing to gain yet she smiles like she knows something we don't her yielding faith extends and repays all that lends yet never counts all the hurt we put her through and when we're all at rest she longs for our best her prayers trusting and unknowing nothing like a mother's loving

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They try and scare me From the pain Yet they forget to mention All the strength That comes along When you’re faced With the undeniable Bitter and madly Beautiful reality that is this life.

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May 6, 2019

May 6, 2019 at 9:50 PM UTC

Strength On Call

They try and scare me From the pain Yet they forget to mention All the strength That comes along When you’re faced With the undeniable Bitter and madly Beautiful reality that is this life.

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behind my eyes and in my boots i feel the earth below familiar colors envelope these trees I've come to know a man stands in the forest he is from a stranger land he wears no boots, but sandals he knows no earth, but sand he finds no comfort in these colors no relief in the sounds he's from a stranger land yet his fire abounds i look away in shame searching for some grace i was always taught not to look upon his face the face of struggle of taint and pain of woeful perplexity don't look upon the face of other i was always told and if you do, beware you might just see his soul or much worse yet lest you forget ... you might just see yourself

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May 4, 2019

May 4, 2019 at 11:06 PM UTC

other

behind my eyes and in my boots i feel the earth below familiar colors envelope these trees I've come to know a man stands in the forest he is from a stranger land he wears no boots, but sandals he knows no earth, but sand he finds no comfort in these colors no relief in the sounds he's from a stranger land yet his fire abounds i look away in shame searching for some grace i was always taught not to look upon his face the face of struggle of taint and pain of woeful perplexity don't look upon the face of other i was always told and if you do, beware you might just see his soul or much worse yet lest you forget ... you might just see yourself

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I used to know you In a simple way The sun would rise You would stay No labor needed No shovel in hand My soul wide open My spirit withstands And now you’ve gone But so have I I feel so lost Will trust revive? Trying of late To recreate My long lost faith In you

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May 3, 2019

May 3, 2019 at 7:23 PM UTC

Looking for you

I used to know you In a simple way The sun would rise You would stay No labor needed No shovel in hand My soul wide open My spirit withstands And now you’ve gone But so have I I feel so lost Will trust revive? Trying of late To recreate My long lost faith In you

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a house made of crystal glimmers in the sun it charms all those who pass by a home made of mud no one will seek yet keeps them warm inside

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May 3, 2019

May 3, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC

a home

a house made of crystal glimmers in the sun it charms all those who pass by a home made of mud no one will seek yet keeps them warm inside

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There are things I want to say My voice betrays I’d rather Lie forever Than hear My voice quiver I’d rather Hide inside Than break My own heart So you will never know The things I want to say And I will be safe... And alone.

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May 3, 2019

May 3, 2019 at 12:21 AM UTC

Safe And Alone

There are things I want to say My voice betrays I’d rather Lie forever Than hear My voice quiver I’d rather Hide inside Than break My own heart So you will never know The things I want to say And I will be safe... And alone.

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