Caipri - Hello Poetry

Forget me not Forget me not I’ve heard something whisper that into my heart. I have. I remember promising to... But I don’t even know what address to send my apology Maybe I used to. Maybe it was something I treasured. A weathered forever now leftover wants to remember . Something

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Jun 19, 2018

Jun 19, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC

Remember Me

Forget me not Forget me not I’ve heard something whisper that into my heart. I have. I remember promising to... But I don’t even know what address to send my apology Maybe I used to. Maybe it was something I treasured. A weathered forever now leftover wants to remember . Something

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There are somethings there that you don’t actually feel, and there are some things you feel that aren’t actually there . It’s to any’s curiosity that Ive lost my grip on reality’s terminology Notes: what does the word real mean? Your thoughts aren't a thing but a concept, but we consider them real. They really happened. Then... Is all concepted real? What if something's not physically real but i believe it's real? Who can then tell me it's not reality. My physical self is a trap, physicality another bind. Your senses make you think this sensory world is all there is. The places my mind goes are real to me. feelings , the hands that hold up the pathways my heart wanders upon; and thoughts the boat my mind uses float in a vastness. A dot in the middle of it all is consciousness, an existing that means so much Less. And I no longer consider reality, my reality.

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Jun 2, 2018

Jun 2, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC

Reality's terminology

There are somethings there that you don’t actually feel, and there are some things you feel that aren’t actually there . It’s to any’s curiosity that Ive lost my grip on reality’s terminology Notes: what does the word real mean? Your thoughts aren't a thing but a concept, but we consider them real. They really happened. Then... Is all concepted real? What if something's not physically real but i believe it's real? Who can then tell me it's not reality. My physical self is a trap, physicality another bind. Your senses make you think this sensory world is all there is. The places my mind goes are real to me. feelings , the hands that hold up the pathways my heart wanders upon; and thoughts the boat my mind uses float in a vastness. A dot in the middle of it all is consciousness, an existing that means so much Less. And I no longer consider reality, my reality.

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For example There's ample Time to find what youre looking for What are you looking for? You need more? Pour your heart out onto this Page Its startling how we're starting from Page 1 Again Being again let's begin again

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May 7, 2018

May 7, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC

Begin Again

For example There's ample Time to find what youre looking for What are you looking for? You need more? Pour your heart out onto this Page Its startling how we're starting from Page 1 Again Being again let's begin again

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13/04/18 Today I said words that didn’t mean what I wanted him to hear

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Apr 28, 2018

Apr 28, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC

Window

13/04/18 Today I said words that didn’t mean what I wanted him to hear

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He turned to the ornate seraph of a human, her whole life ahead of her. "What do you want?" "The sun the moon and the stars." She replied. "My child," life said while patting her head. "I cannot give everyone all the sun, all the moon, and all the stars."

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Apr 28, 2018

Apr 28, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC

Night upon a Terrace

He turned to the ornate seraph of a human, her whole life ahead of her. "What do you want?" "The sun the moon and the stars." She replied. "My child," life said while patting her head. "I cannot give everyone all the sun, all the moon, and all the stars."

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It was the sky’s turn to switch palettes of colour. Though he forgot how, and they overflowed. Excited for the marscarade ball sky decided to hold. Colours danced epotic like that never told. A cream white river sliced in half. Azure heard thistle laugh. But I blinked and the ball had settled to black. Twilight again.

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Apr 27, 2018

Apr 27, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC

Twilight Again.

It was the sky’s turn to switch palettes of colour. Though he forgot how, and they overflowed. Excited for the marscarade ball sky decided to hold. Colours danced epotic like that never told. A cream white river sliced in half. Azure heard thistle laugh. But I blinked and the ball had settled to black. Twilight again.

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It wont always be like this. It wont. And it will be all over your hands and it wont be like this.

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Apr 27, 2018

Apr 27, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC

Time

It wont always be like this. It wont. And it will be all over your hands and it wont be like this.

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