Him - Hello Poetry

I surrender to the sound of idleness... To the predecessor of penned paper. My fine point offers no salvation from your nothingness; the ink runneth dry, unto a full-stop - threefold - my tongue teaches no testimony of your truth and trap. No words nor worlds wherein the wide wealth of your wonders, resides; lo language and land lend and law borders, to you, the Chaotic and Disorder. Toss then them aside!

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May 9, 2022

May 9, 2022 at 11:08 AM UTC

White Flag Whiter Paper

I surrender to the sound of idleness... To the predecessor of penned paper. My fine point offers no salvation from your nothingness; the ink runneth dry, unto a full-stop - threefold - my tongue teaches no testimony of your truth and trap. No words nor worlds wherein the wide wealth of your wonders, resides; lo language and land lend and law borders, to you, the Chaotic and Disorder. Toss then them aside!

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Come. I can be the constancy to changing centuries; since and stagnant, by your side. I can be your touch, Tomorrow - thereafter - your view beneath the sky.

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Dec 21, 2021

Dec 21, 2021 at 7:47 PM UTC

Same.emaS

Come. I can be the constancy to changing centuries; since and stagnant, by your side. I can be your touch, Tomorrow - thereafter - your view beneath the sky.

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I am haunted by a soulful song; lacking lyrics, lo lost, lest lament found. I am taunted by a merciless melody, mixed - measured threefold - with melancholy and memories legend-long. Salvation and sweet, shall be Silence's Sound.

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Dec 18, 2021

Dec 18, 2021 at 12:51 PM UTC

Discordant Squatter.

I am haunted by a soulful song; lacking lyrics, lo lost, lest lament found. I am taunted by a merciless melody, mixed - measured threefold - with melancholy and memories legend-long. Salvation and sweet, shall be Silence's Sound.

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I will wait, until Autumn allows your loneliness, to fall - leaves - amid an array of affection arising.

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Dec 16, 2021

Dec 16, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC

Soon.

I will wait, until Autumn allows your loneliness, to fall - leaves - amid an array of affection arising.

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The home you miss, is my burden; the longing of distance and miles is not there. Concealed within living bone and spiral, no conquered land can I long winter, and longer yet retain. Would you miss it - if it were always near? Those crude constructions composed of flora's corpses and Oran's nails; compose another, and... Still ye dismay: "The house is similar, but the home is not the same." A home requires a heart, but man has long since lost theirs; so crawling, I wonder: "What difference is there?"

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Oct 10, 2021

Oct 10, 2021 at 10:58 AM UTC

The Snail.

The home you miss, is my burden; the longing of distance and miles is not there. Concealed within living bone and spiral, no conquered land can I long winter, and longer yet retain. Would you miss it - if it were always near? Those crude constructions composed of flora's corpses and Oran's nails; compose another, and... Still ye dismay: "The house is similar, but the home is not the same." A home requires a heart, but man has long since lost theirs; so crawling, I wonder: "What difference is there?"

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My sheets dream of you, those dreams I do not dare. Polyester and cotton, impress upon themselves your figure; defined, blue and dear. To long for a stranger, to be more than one's friend. Might you resist the urges, to cast pity upon them; for these fabrics were woven from naivete and virginal optimism. My love is a burden, whose weight few have known, but for you... Might the Kg be measured and shown. And may these sheets, no longer dream such dreams, as you call my bed - Your Home, with glee.

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Jun 16, 2021

Jun 16, 2021 at 8:09 PM UTC

Sheet's Sweet Sleep.

My sheets dream of you, those dreams I do not dare. Polyester and cotton, impress upon themselves your figure; defined, blue and dear. To long for a stranger, to be more than one's friend. Might you resist the urges, to cast pity upon them; for these fabrics were woven from naivete and virginal optimism. My love is a burden, whose weight few have known, but for you... Might the Kg be measured and shown. And may these sheets, no longer dream such dreams, as you call my bed - Your Home, with glee.

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There's a lone one, in alone. A L O N E O N E

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Jun 11, 2021

Jun 11, 2021 at 4:55 PM UTC

Alone.

There's a lone one, in alone. A L O N E O N E

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I spent the day with you, waiting for the Sun to set; that I might kiss you in the darkness it left behind.

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Jun 7, 2021

Jun 7, 2021 at 6:45 AM UTC

Nox-ophilia.

I spent the day with you, waiting for the Sun to set; that I might kiss you in the darkness it left behind.

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I can't see my future, with my present sight, but mother says that I will be alright. I have been skipping online classes as of late; assignments turned cold, piled up on my plate. I am uncertain of what the future holds, certainly apprehensive of tomorrow.

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May 31, 2021

May 31, 2021 at 4:47 PM UTC

Tomorrow.

I can't see my future, with my present sight, but mother says that I will be alright. I have been skipping online classes as of late; assignments turned cold, piled up on my plate. I am uncertain of what the future holds, certainly apprehensive of tomorrow.

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White, longing to be stained. Blank, lacking character, hoping one bestows you a name. Lined, and confined 8 11, words shall make you free to fly and soar straight into heaven. A juxtaposition, your very being has attained Words defined and combined, Paper's Poem shall be yours; The Unclean, mine.

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May 30, 2021

May 30, 2021 at 6:44 PM UTC

Paper's Poem.

White, longing to be stained. Blank, lacking character, hoping one bestows you a name. Lined, and confined 8 11, words shall make you free to fly and soar straight into heaven. A juxtaposition, your very being has attained Words defined and combined, Paper's Poem shall be yours; The Unclean, mine.

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