Bower - Hello Poetry

Ripples of burnished thunder Demur in retreating echoes, the embrace Of saline air seen intering black boughs Stillness under the slate expanse Imminent Myst and drop change again Air to brow to oar Presence arrives inevitable amidst Deliberate reclusion shared once Opaline communion Glide on opulent wake Lacerate Laminate Over the tenebrous deep

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 9:11 PM UTC

Tenebrous Lake

Ripples of burnished thunder Demur in retreating echoes, the embrace Of saline air seen intering black boughs Stillness under the slate expanse Imminent Myst and drop change again Air to brow to oar Presence arrives inevitable amidst Deliberate reclusion shared once Opaline communion Glide on opulent wake Lacerate Laminate Over the tenebrous deep

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Eon eon eon The epoch turmoils Invincible tide of Time collides in space Witness the past Envision and create the future An omnipotent moment Arresting chaos Creating now A corsair mastering Grasping the whole Of everything Brought to stillness In you

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 9:06 PM UTC

K No. 5

Eon eon eon The epoch turmoils Invincible tide of Time collides in space Witness the past Envision and create the future An omnipotent moment Arresting chaos Creating now A corsair mastering Grasping the whole Of everything Brought to stillness In you

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Should. An intimate internal inferno A perfect hell eating you up from everywhere inside

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 9:05 PM UTC

Indictment

Should. An intimate internal inferno A perfect hell eating you up from everywhere inside

5

Calibrated eyes fall fastened emboldened emblazoned lost then in their own world, all the trappings that make them feel alive and expectant to innumerable good things taken daily for granted over and over on gleaming projections, glistening meaningless agendas and empty congratulations from one to the next oh how good you are you are me we are us I am good. A thoughtless ageless entrapment of sweet offering drunk and consumed by greedy minds collapsing without a stream of stimuli plugging the holes through which doubts leak and weight seeps in effortlessly past our most vigilant sentinels created identities livid with forced panache a cavalier wave of the executioners hand and the facade falls, flails, fails. Let it fly. Loud cracking swaths of billowing cloth caught in a fierce gale ascending over the gaze intimate slowness revealing declaring reflecting exposure as loss of the print and the veil, canvases of our faces bearing false portraits relieved and in fear a shivering new self blinking a fresh lightness of heart as yet unparalleled like growing sighs imparting sweet life to that white knuckled grasp fear choked us with as we looked up and saw stiff and stuffed and stamped and starved on control and hopelessly gorged and grew tired in that world without end.

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 9:03 PM UTC

I am

Calibrated eyes fall fastened emboldened emblazoned lost then in their own world, all the trappings that make them feel alive and expectant to innumerable good things taken daily for granted over and over on gleaming projections, glistening meaningless agendas and empty congratulations from one to the next oh how good you are you are me we are us I am good. A thoughtless ageless entrapment of sweet offering drunk and consumed by greedy minds collapsing without a stream of stimuli plugging the holes through which doubts leak and weight seeps in effortlessly past our most vigilant sentinels created identities livid with forced panache a cavalier wave of the executioners hand and the facade falls, flails, fails. Let it fly. Loud cracking swaths of billowing cloth caught in a fierce gale ascending over the gaze intimate slowness revealing declaring reflecting exposure as loss of the print and the veil, canvases of our faces bearing false portraits relieved and in fear a shivering new self blinking a fresh lightness of heart as yet unparalleled like growing sighs imparting sweet life to that white knuckled grasp fear choked us with as we looked up and saw stiff and stuffed and stamped and starved on control and hopelessly gorged and grew tired in that world without end.

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I think countless beautiful people are stuck behind/underneath personalities assembled over unaddressed anxieties and pain

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC

No. 14

I think countless beautiful people are stuck behind/underneath personalities assembled over unaddressed anxieties and pain

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Cold in the eye before felt The languid palette invites Sapphire soul calls below The reach of gems awake in a permanent gust Carrying salt. Bound together in air Vibrations The harmony of boughs stirring The guard of now from beyond A broad slope That shifts beneath each step Dull grains pressed and swept again Scarce reveal an elusive gleam Salt. Foam the sentinel wave Repeats again new and the same Steadfast Titanium heaven A second sky The deepening wood midnight prolongs A refuge of the past

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC

My Coast

Cold in the eye before felt The languid palette invites Sapphire soul calls below The reach of gems awake in a permanent gust Carrying salt. Bound together in air Vibrations The harmony of boughs stirring The guard of now from beyond A broad slope That shifts beneath each step Dull grains pressed and swept again Scarce reveal an elusive gleam Salt. Foam the sentinel wave Repeats again new and the same Steadfast Titanium heaven A second sky The deepening wood midnight prolongs A refuge of the past

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A blistering white noise wool over the eyes self inflicted by dead-sober dilettantes heaving infinite boundary around any expression dropped from the hands of brain hurt broken hearted explorers self medicated devotion to every vice wringing out accidental confessions cloaked in endless questions with no answer and challenges without recourse ripped from context by bankrupt merchants and requisitely lacquered in metric tons of retroactive ******** A dead butterfly under labels and glass — A once mirthful joke explained to a dry rattling death

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 8:58 PM UTC

ART

A blistering white noise wool over the eyes self inflicted by dead-sober dilettantes heaving infinite boundary around any expression dropped from the hands of brain hurt broken hearted explorers self medicated devotion to every vice wringing out accidental confessions cloaked in endless questions with no answer and challenges without recourse ripped from context by bankrupt merchants and requisitely lacquered in metric tons of retroactive ******** A dead butterfly under labels and glass — A once mirthful joke explained to a dry rattling death

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A blood bathed delivery room gushing from pregnant minds giving constant birth to countless ideas writhing to form crying for the nurturing milk of our attention life erupting all around gushing over the mind splash across the face unprotected in all directions exposed ceaselessly to the breaking of wombs being delivered of every image every word every idea every new life

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 8:58 PM UTC

Bookstore

A blood bathed delivery room gushing from pregnant minds giving constant birth to countless ideas writhing to form crying for the nurturing milk of our attention life erupting all around gushing over the mind splash across the face unprotected in all directions exposed ceaselessly to the breaking of wombs being delivered of every image every word every idea every new life

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Once there was a child who was looking for god He was drawn out of the womb and into the world He crawled from the home out into the wild Climbed from the wild up into the sky A thrilling expanse - The doorstep of god? From there he rose into the brilliant heavens crossing beyond the border of furthest sight hurtling through living light and eternal night on the wings of dying stars towards the invincible horizon

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC

Invincible Horizon

Once there was a child who was looking for god He was drawn out of the womb and into the world He crawled from the home out into the wild Climbed from the wild up into the sky A thrilling expanse - The doorstep of god? From there he rose into the brilliant heavens crossing beyond the border of furthest sight hurtling through living light and eternal night on the wings of dying stars towards the invincible horizon

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The expanding stillness A frozen wood Silver boughs stock still Planted in snow barely stir A moment so slow it has stopped Perfect clarity living silence The invincible perigee of now

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 8:55 PM UTC

Birch 2

The expanding stillness A frozen wood Silver boughs stock still Planted in snow barely stir A moment so slow it has stopped Perfect clarity living silence The invincible perigee of now

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