KNS - Hello Poetry

I stand and wait for the 115 Or 15 bus to arrive It's cold, I blow an icy vapour with every breath A sea of umbrellas Hoodies Raincoats Dreary faces Longing for freer times since fleeting, since forgotten, since lost Pudless stepped in without hesitation Or avoided with passive agression Like their lives Like ours The water adresses what we can (could) not

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Feb 9, 2021

Feb 9, 2021 at 1:09 PM UTC

A rainy day in Budapest

I stand and wait for the 115 Or 15 bus to arrive It's cold, I blow an icy vapour with every breath A sea of umbrellas Hoodies Raincoats Dreary faces Longing for freer times since fleeting, since forgotten, since lost Pudless stepped in without hesitation Or avoided with passive agression Like their lives Like ours The water adresses what we can (could) not

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What happens when you try to break the backs Of backs that are already familiar with and have adapted to the pain of being trampled on? What happens when those backs have adapted to the pain of breaking and aching and Making themselves as hard as stone and as flexible as water? What happens to us? Our backs become bridges. Sometimes, they become gates, or tethers. They leak. They reek. They break. They mend. They rust, Never do they break.

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Jan 1, 2021

Jan 1, 2021 at 6:56 AM UTC

We Exist Loudly

What happens when you try to break the backs Of backs that are already familiar with and have adapted to the pain of being trampled on? What happens when those backs have adapted to the pain of breaking and aching and Making themselves as hard as stone and as flexible as water? What happens to us? Our backs become bridges. Sometimes, they become gates, or tethers. They leak. They reek. They break. They mend. They rust, Never do they break.

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You don't deserve to suffer You can start over Start over start over start over Begin again Leave You don't belong here/ need to stay Where do I belong then? Not at home, not here, not anywhere?

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Jan 1, 2021

Jan 1, 2021 at 6:54 AM UTC

Belonging

You don't deserve to suffer You can start over Start over start over start over Begin again Leave You don't belong here/ need to stay Where do I belong then? Not at home, not here, not anywhere?

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I am not tethered Not yet Not ever I exist exclusively outside your gaze I belong to myself now You will not keep me here, In fear and in folly And I, I will not stay Though I am weary of what awaits me No! Let me rise, now The strength of my atonement and courage Will protect me As I wonder into a page without your expectations of failure. Yes! I choose to be free.

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Sep 24, 2020

Sep 24, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC

Untitled

I am not tethered Not yet Not ever I exist exclusively outside your gaze I belong to myself now You will not keep me here, In fear and in folly And I, I will not stay Though I am weary of what awaits me No! Let me rise, now The strength of my atonement and courage Will protect me As I wonder into a page without your expectations of failure. Yes! I choose to be free.

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Dusk settles over the plains A horse neighs as the village awakens It smells like new beginnings and dew A familiar scent On a summer's eve The butterfly rests its wings on a bench Soaking in the rays of the sun Before the shadow of the night approaches It meets its friend the ladybug They converse And share And motion To the sky they would like to fly And to the sky they eventually go But first, a suggested pause At the wonder of life's flow

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Aug 6, 2020

Aug 6, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC

The Conversation

Dusk settles over the plains A horse neighs as the village awakens It smells like new beginnings and dew A familiar scent On a summer's eve The butterfly rests its wings on a bench Soaking in the rays of the sun Before the shadow of the night approaches It meets its friend the ladybug They converse And share And motion To the sky they would like to fly And to the sky they eventually go But first, a suggested pause At the wonder of life's flow

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An evening shower often begins with a conversation between myself and my body. I turn on the music; a comforting melody that sets the tone for this dialogue I caress my left arm with my right hand. "Why can't I be thinner? Why can't I be lighter?" My skin hears me and whispers, "Though you are not thin, you are full. I hold the muscles that allow you to articulate and move. Who told you that your darkness was not as beautiful or as powerful as the light? You come from generations of spirits that fought for their darkness and fought for its freedom." I look at it and begin to weep and a tear drop falls, rolling down the volume of my tummy Wiping the tear, I reply "Thank you for reminding me of my inherent beauty. I am sorry that I do not recognize how much you do for me, I am sorry for the verbal abuse that both myself and the world have spewed at you, I am sorry to not have been your protector, But I pause and cradle my chest wrapping my arms tightly around myself "I am here now. I am here."

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Jul 3, 2020

Jul 3, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC

Refiloe

An evening shower often begins with a conversation between myself and my body. I turn on the music; a comforting melody that sets the tone for this dialogue I caress my left arm with my right hand. "Why can't I be thinner? Why can't I be lighter?" My skin hears me and whispers, "Though you are not thin, you are full. I hold the muscles that allow you to articulate and move. Who told you that your darkness was not as beautiful or as powerful as the light? You come from generations of spirits that fought for their darkness and fought for its freedom." I look at it and begin to weep and a tear drop falls, rolling down the volume of my tummy Wiping the tear, I reply "Thank you for reminding me of my inherent beauty. I am sorry that I do not recognize how much you do for me, I am sorry for the verbal abuse that both myself and the world have spewed at you, I am sorry to not have been your protector, But I pause and cradle my chest wrapping my arms tightly around myself "I am here now. I am here."

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The brain How it disregards space and time Memories are insignificant and the present is only a reminder of what the past was not Why do you harass me so? Why do you disturb my ignorant slumber? My fabrication of a reality that excludes extreme contemplation and melancholy It is lonely. I don't like it here. But This is the brain And without it, I am reduced to a shrub Easily moved by the surrounding currents of air Nothing memorable Nothing irreplaceable A peace that would scare and debilitate me So, I will continue to live with The brain

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Mar 9, 2020

Mar 9, 2020 at 6:05 AM UTC

Brain

The brain How it disregards space and time Memories are insignificant and the present is only a reminder of what the past was not Why do you harass me so? Why do you disturb my ignorant slumber? My fabrication of a reality that excludes extreme contemplation and melancholy It is lonely. I don't like it here. But This is the brain And without it, I am reduced to a shrub Easily moved by the surrounding currents of air Nothing memorable Nothing irreplaceable A peace that would scare and debilitate me So, I will continue to live with The brain

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I want to kiss you My lips quiver when I look at you My heart screams, it wants more of you It wants to hold and cradle its own I wanted to kiss you But you looked at me with an air of logic and not of love And the two are like oil and water Medicine and wine Forgiveness and the lack thereof I waited to kiss you I never did That year flew away from me Our time together Stifled by the irreversible wind Of neverending past lives and loves But still, I wish I had kissed you

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Mar 9, 2020

Mar 9, 2020 at 6:00 AM UTC

Kisses

I want to kiss you My lips quiver when I look at you My heart screams, it wants more of you It wants to hold and cradle its own I wanted to kiss you But you looked at me with an air of logic and not of love And the two are like oil and water Medicine and wine Forgiveness and the lack thereof I waited to kiss you I never did That year flew away from me Our time together Stifled by the irreversible wind Of neverending past lives and loves But still, I wish I had kissed you

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Tenderness is lost after a heart is ****** dry of all it has and is This translates to the lack of passion in your voice (when you say my name) I can hear the blood being pumped thoughout your body Your apathy echoes It projects onto me like a spotlight I mistake this light for love For both glisten and reveal Your face

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Feb 28, 2020

Feb 28, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC

Blood flow

Tenderness is lost after a heart is ****** dry of all it has and is This translates to the lack of passion in your voice (when you say my name) I can hear the blood being pumped thoughout your body Your apathy echoes It projects onto me like a spotlight I mistake this light for love For both glisten and reveal Your face

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You look at life with rose tinted glasses. Everything Is a coincidence or a stroke of luck or fate Nothing is planned. Everything is up to chance Everything is possible Nothing is what you want it to be Responsibility is scary and exhausting Recklessness is exciting and exhilirating You are stuck with these glasses Unable to return them They are imprinted on your skin They own your scent and your essence They become you.

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Feb 22, 2020

Feb 22, 2020 at 2:21 AM UTC

The artist

You look at life with rose tinted glasses. Everything Is a coincidence or a stroke of luck or fate Nothing is planned. Everything is up to chance Everything is possible Nothing is what you want it to be Responsibility is scary and exhausting Recklessness is exciting and exhilirating You are stuck with these glasses Unable to return them They are imprinted on your skin They own your scent and your essence They become you.

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