Dogma - Hello Poetry

When everything felt warm And when skies were still blue. Somehow, I blame all those things on you. I woke up every morning to two things, The morning light warming my face and your radiating embrace. You were my color. You were my sun. All in one. The day you taught me how to sleep, I've since forgot. But I'll always remember, That true rest only comes when you're here. But you're not.

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Aug 27, 2021

Aug 27, 2021 at 1:28 AM UTC

When skies were blue and everything felt warm.

When everything felt warm And when skies were still blue. Somehow, I blame all those things on you. I woke up every morning to two things, The morning light warming my face and your radiating embrace. You were my color. You were my sun. All in one. The day you taught me how to sleep, I've since forgot. But I'll always remember, That true rest only comes when you're here. But you're not.

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“There are days where I believe that my morning resurrection is met with nothing but passive malice. That the world is nothing more than a solid pinnacle of frictions, blocking our path to the next. The great next, the forever better next. Some see this blockage as absolute and choose to set thier grave at its base. Once again, our race choosing to bend before the self proclaimed unfathomable. To most, these are truths. But for me, I believe different. We can make the ground move, just through our will. We’ve grasped matterless vacuums of space, for no reason more than our curiosity. We can draw ungodly power from every glint of gold our eyes find in whichever direction we so choose, passion. Passion, such a small thing to some. But for those who choose to break down their own barriers and transcend the fog. Passion can obliterate any obstacle. Never forget, even when beneath a large marble idol. That we were not made in the gods image. They were made in ours.”

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Nov 20, 2019

Nov 20, 2019 at 4:18 PM UTC

Manifesto of Morning

“There are days where I believe that my morning resurrection is met with nothing but passive malice. That the world is nothing more than a solid pinnacle of frictions, blocking our path to the next. The great next, the forever better next. Some see this blockage as absolute and choose to set thier grave at its base. Once again, our race choosing to bend before the self proclaimed unfathomable. To most, these are truths. But for me, I believe different. We can make the ground move, just through our will. We’ve grasped matterless vacuums of space, for no reason more than our curiosity. We can draw ungodly power from every glint of gold our eyes find in whichever direction we so choose, passion. Passion, such a small thing to some. But for those who choose to break down their own barriers and transcend the fog. Passion can obliterate any obstacle. Never forget, even when beneath a large marble idol. That we were not made in the gods image. They were made in ours.”

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"I live in a constant state of crying for ghosts and willing to die for most..."

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Jan 27, 2017

Jan 27, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC

Perks of a Poltergeist

"I live in a constant state of crying for ghosts and willing to die for most..."

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"To watch the water of the open ocean dance as it bathes in sunlight, there is not a more calming sight."

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Nov 7, 2016

Nov 7, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC

The Dance of Sun & Waves.

"To watch the water of the open ocean dance as it bathes in sunlight, there is not a more calming sight."

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"Beauty in detail, gives you the largest picture."

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Jun 28, 2016

Jun 28, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC

Untitled

"Beauty in detail, gives you the largest picture."

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"I want to devote my mind, body & soul as a canvas, to the brushstroke that is your life."

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Apr 24, 2016

Apr 24, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC

Your Canvas

"I want to devote my mind, body & soul as a canvas, to the brushstroke that is your life."

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"The hands that hold together the words, "Self" & "Love" are only as tight as the strength that you give them."

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Apr 20, 2016

Apr 20, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC

Self & Love

"The hands that hold together the words, "Self" & "Love" are only as tight as the strength that you give them."

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"Oh just look on the bright side." That's what my mother always told me... Every time I reached in the pocket of my life Hoping to find some change But instead, pull out a grenade pin. My mother always told me.. "To look on the bright side." Sure! I usually thought. Maybe my good luck Might start with a boom! Maybe my fantasies Will come with a flash and fallout! ..Either way, I could be good or gone.. Because I took my mothers advice. And looked for a bright side to a bomb.

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Jan 10, 2016

Jan 10, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC

Bright side of an explosion!

"Oh just look on the bright side." That's what my mother always told me... Every time I reached in the pocket of my life Hoping to find some change But instead, pull out a grenade pin. My mother always told me.. "To look on the bright side." Sure! I usually thought. Maybe my good luck Might start with a boom! Maybe my fantasies Will come with a flash and fallout! ..Either way, I could be good or gone.. Because I took my mothers advice. And looked for a bright side to a bomb.

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I remember the first time you spent the night at my house. Just the two of us I was so happy and nervous, it was the first time I had a girl sleepover. My hands couldn't stop shaking, it didn't help that I liked you. I made my bed better than I had ever made it for myself I cleaned everything from the under my bed to the top of my shelf. I wanted that night to be as perfect as you And to my surprise, nothing was new. The night went great. Then. It was time. To go to bed... I went to lay down on my couch I had in my room And that's when you offered me a choice. A choice that would change my life forever. I could either sleep on the couch Or I could sleep with her on my bed. I can't recall what went through my head, or the words that I said All I know is, that I was soon with her in my bed. Her of the left and myself on the right Even in my sleep I never let her out of my sight. I've never slept better, than when I'm beside her. I sleep like the dead, doesn't even matter the bed. You were the missing piece to rest, that I never had before that night A piece that I had briefly before I lost it. You ruined me.. I can't go back Because now.. No matter what I do I cannot rest Until I'm in bed With you.

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC

Comfort(er)

I remember the first time you spent the night at my house. Just the two of us I was so happy and nervous, it was the first time I had a girl sleepover. My hands couldn't stop shaking, it didn't help that I liked you. I made my bed better than I had ever made it for myself I cleaned everything from the under my bed to the top of my shelf. I wanted that night to be as perfect as you And to my surprise, nothing was new. The night went great. Then. It was time. To go to bed... I went to lay down on my couch I had in my room And that's when you offered me a choice. A choice that would change my life forever. I could either sleep on the couch Or I could sleep with her on my bed. I can't recall what went through my head, or the words that I said All I know is, that I was soon with her in my bed. Her of the left and myself on the right Even in my sleep I never let her out of my sight. I've never slept better, than when I'm beside her. I sleep like the dead, doesn't even matter the bed. You were the missing piece to rest, that I never had before that night A piece that I had briefly before I lost it. You ruined me.. I can't go back Because now.. No matter what I do I cannot rest Until I'm in bed With you.

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"I love you." That word has been said to me enough times in my life that I know when if its a lie. It's rare that you hear those words from someone and you feel it to be true You feel it. You feel it like they just spat a lightening bolt at your face like some sort of godly fantasy beast You feel like they took a running start and stuck you in the stomach with brass knuckles You feel it like you just watched them load, **** back, put a shotgun to your chest and fill your heart full of their lead love I haven't believed in those words for so long Too many lying tongues The last time, someone told me they loved me And I believed it She might as well have handed me a grenade I broke down, then broke up I gave in, then I gave out My heart ached, then my heart moaned My heart had a breakdown, then a build up I had no clue what the **** was going on I just know I had tears, and I looked and her sit and stare And she looked at me Run away.

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Dec 20, 2015

Dec 20, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC

Loving the Lie

"I love you." That word has been said to me enough times in my life that I know when if its a lie. It's rare that you hear those words from someone and you feel it to be true You feel it. You feel it like they just spat a lightening bolt at your face like some sort of godly fantasy beast You feel like they took a running start and stuck you in the stomach with brass knuckles You feel it like you just watched them load, **** back, put a shotgun to your chest and fill your heart full of their lead love I haven't believed in those words for so long Too many lying tongues The last time, someone told me they loved me And I believed it She might as well have handed me a grenade I broke down, then broke up I gave in, then I gave out My heart ached, then my heart moaned My heart had a breakdown, then a build up I had no clue what the **** was going on I just know I had tears, and I looked and her sit and stare And she looked at me Run away.

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