FlokiFire - Hello Poetry

Was your darkest hour when your first love walked away? The first glimpse of the gaping abyss... Carefully constructed plans and dreams, Gone...Drifting away on a sea of despair. Love becomes loss. Two become one. Shared goals now solo missions. Invariably in time one becomes two once more. The past is stored in the archive of memory. The first of a lifetime of unfinished stories. Aborted..abandoned, But never really forgotten. Now before you , a crisp white page. Awaiting a new chapter. A new beginning. Emerging with a newly found sense of self. A value of oneness. Born from the pain of separation. The realisation that two cannot become one. The path to individuation is yours to walk alone.

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FlokiFire

Oct 12, 2018

Oct 12, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC

Camillelily

Archives.

Was your darkest hour when your first love walked away? The first glimpse of the gaping abyss... Carefully constructed plans and dreams, Gone...Drifting away on a sea of despair. Love becomes loss. Two become one. Shared goals now solo missions. Invariably in time one becomes two once more. The past is stored in the archive of memory. The first of a lifetime of unfinished stories. Aborted..abandoned, But never really forgotten. Now before you , a crisp white page. Awaiting a new chapter. A new beginning. Emerging with a newly found sense of self. A value of oneness. Born from the pain of separation. The realisation that two cannot become one. The path to individuation is yours to walk alone.

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Who is there, my friend, can climb to the sky? Only the gods dwell forever in sunlight. As for man, his days are numbered, whatever he may do, it is but wind. Tablet III of the Old-Babylonian version

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Oct 5, 2018

Oct 5, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC

FlokiFire

Gilgamesh to Enkidu,

Who is there, my friend, can climb to the sky? Only the gods dwell forever in sunlight. As for man, his days are numbered, whatever he may do, it is but wind. Tablet III of the Old-Babylonian version

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"A Monster!!! A Monster!!!" That is what they all shouted and proclaimed... But even the wickedness of such a beauty can be tamed... "It's Coming!!! It's Coming!!!" They screamed as they ran for shelter and protection, fearing it's flame... But even the most fearsome indestructible beast can be put to great shame... "Run!!! Run!! It's furry heart can never be softened nor can it's reckless body ever be contained!!!" But even a retched immoral monster filled with corrupted plots can have a new name... We Can Be Beautiful Monsters...

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FlokiFire

Jul 14, 2018

Jul 14, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC

ClawedBeauty101

A Beautiful Monster

"A Monster!!! A Monster!!!" That is what they all shouted and proclaimed... But even the wickedness of such a beauty can be tamed... "It's Coming!!! It's Coming!!!" They screamed as they ran for shelter and protection, fearing it's flame... But even the most fearsome indestructible beast can be put to great shame... "Run!!! Run!! It's furry heart can never be softened nor can it's reckless body ever be contained!!!" But even a retched immoral monster filled with corrupted plots can have a new name... We Can Be Beautiful Monsters...

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My aching flesh Handprints on me are reddish Your blanket of fire Cold silk expose desire Pressed against you to learn How slow and heavy we burn

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FlokiFire

Jun 23, 2018

Jun 23, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC

breyes

Of the Flesh

My aching flesh Handprints on me are reddish Your blanket of fire Cold silk expose desire Pressed against you to learn How slow and heavy we burn

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How heavy the days are. There's not a fire that can warm me, Not a sun to laugh with me, Everything bare, Everything cold and merciless, And even the beloved, clear Stars look desolately down, Since I learned in my heart that Love can die.

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FlokiFire

Jun 23, 2018

Jun 23, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC

Hermann Hesse

How Heavy The Days

How heavy the days are. There's not a fire that can warm me, Not a sun to laugh with me, Everything bare, Everything cold and merciless, And even the beloved, clear Stars look desolately down, Since I learned in my heart that Love can die.

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We travelers don't simply visit a place We roam and rave, and lose ourselves, whether in between alleys or cedar trees Or waves, and we never stop running into the tides that crash into us, breaking all we ever covered ourselves, all we ever hid behind. No, we travelers don't sleep in white sheets. We lay naked under the stars. Only under cold breezes will we close our eyes, resting from the sights that shine so bright they sore us. And even then, we will listen and we will dream. We travelers don't fall in love to be in love We let our hearts open for no other reason than genuine awe of another being who may or may not reciprocate our feelings, so we'll laugh and cry bittersweet tears and smiles until either nothing, or everything is what's left.

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FlokiFire

Jun 23, 2018

Jun 23, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC

sriracha-poems

We travelers

We travelers don't simply visit a place We roam and rave, and lose ourselves, whether in between alleys or cedar trees Or waves, and we never stop running into the tides that crash into us, breaking all we ever covered ourselves, all we ever hid behind. No, we travelers don't sleep in white sheets. We lay naked under the stars. Only under cold breezes will we close our eyes, resting from the sights that shine so bright they sore us. And even then, we will listen and we will dream. We travelers don't fall in love to be in love We let our hearts open for no other reason than genuine awe of another being who may or may not reciprocate our feelings, so we'll laugh and cry bittersweet tears and smiles until either nothing, or everything is what's left.

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