Kairosclere - Hello Poetry

I know things seem to be difficult right now. The energy seems to be low. I don't know, but there's something in the air. I found a page, fall out of a book, a single line scribbled in it: Fear of nightmares evades sleep, And fear of problems evades life. Everything that's hapenning right now, Is for a reason. Stay strong🌻

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Oct 29, 2021

Oct 29, 2021 at 11:01 AM UTC

Affirmation.

I know things seem to be difficult right now. The energy seems to be low. I don't know, but there's something in the air. I found a page, fall out of a book, a single line scribbled in it: Fear of nightmares evades sleep, And fear of problems evades life. Everything that's hapenning right now, Is for a reason. Stay strong🌻

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If not for the hope That dreary days will once end, I couldn't see forward.

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Oct 18, 2021

Oct 18, 2021 at 10:48 AM UTC

Monotony.

If not for the hope That dreary days will once end, I couldn't see forward.

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...tangible, but not yet, As feelings often aren't, But feel like a person next to you, Solid, within reach,) That putting these thoughts into paper Becomes a herculean task- For how can you Give form to something That yearns to be formless? It takes much courage to put your being on display, Unguarded, Where each word is laced with glass shards, kite ropes, That can cut and make bleed, Yet that's what artists do...

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Sep 25, 2021

Sep 25, 2021 at 2:24 AM UTC

Snippets.

...tangible, but not yet, As feelings often aren't, But feel like a person next to you, Solid, within reach,) That putting these thoughts into paper Becomes a herculean task- For how can you Give form to something That yearns to be formless? It takes much courage to put your being on display, Unguarded, Where each word is laced with glass shards, kite ropes, That can cut and make bleed, Yet that's what artists do...

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There are millions of stories Drifting clouds paint Each day brings A new sunset.

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Aug 23, 2021

Aug 23, 2021 at 1:12 PM UTC

Sunset.

There are millions of stories Drifting clouds paint Each day brings A new sunset.

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It's a pity, really, That things bright and gold, subtle, Cannot simply be caught on camera. It demands the presence of the observer Who in their true mind That cannot conjure up it's radiance, To watch it personally With awe.

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Aug 22, 2021

Aug 22, 2021 at 12:52 PM UTC

Shine.

It's a pity, really, That things bright and gold, subtle, Cannot simply be caught on camera. It demands the presence of the observer Who in their true mind That cannot conjure up it's radiance, To watch it personally With awe.

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We are stuck in a loop Where we are objects ourselves, Learned to put on a display, Well sought after prices And used as the display cases To flaunt the prowess Of whoever owns us for this moment. I yearn for someone Who sees the person within, And I know so do you. Count your blessings, I say, And ours is time, Until eternity.

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Aug 21, 2021

Aug 21, 2021 at 8:32 AM UTC

Loop.

We are stuck in a loop Where we are objects ourselves, Learned to put on a display, Well sought after prices And used as the display cases To flaunt the prowess Of whoever owns us for this moment. I yearn for someone Who sees the person within, And I know so do you. Count your blessings, I say, And ours is time, Until eternity.

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I cried a few times When the sky did too And decided That the sky reflects my mood. Today, the sky cried, And I cried with it too, I took it upon myself To reflect the sky's mood.

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Aug 13, 2021

Aug 13, 2021 at 9:30 AM UTC

Sky.

I cried a few times When the sky did too And decided That the sky reflects my mood. Today, the sky cried, And I cried with it too, I took it upon myself To reflect the sky's mood.

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A man died under my care today. Several do, tears swirled, Such is the state of the world Drowning in dismay. He held my hands, The grip of a newborn holding on To dear life, Will his weapon. I look at the thin bands Of his fingers against mine And see flashes of several before Which held on with the same fervor Inevitably falling limp, then their ashes in brine. There is no structure or integrity In a mind not allowed to dwell On circumstances that make your heart swell. I still look down in brevity. Since long I have been detached Lest my heart give out, hiding, Behind an illusion of my tidings And clothe myself in denial unmatched.

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Jul 20, 2021

Jul 20, 2021 at 9:11 AM UTC

Nurse.

A man died under my care today. Several do, tears swirled, Such is the state of the world Drowning in dismay. He held my hands, The grip of a newborn holding on To dear life, Will his weapon. I look at the thin bands Of his fingers against mine And see flashes of several before Which held on with the same fervor Inevitably falling limp, then their ashes in brine. There is no structure or integrity In a mind not allowed to dwell On circumstances that make your heart swell. I still look down in brevity. Since long I have been detached Lest my heart give out, hiding, Behind an illusion of my tidings And clothe myself in denial unmatched.

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I sit amidst the bustling crowd Of children and parents Under a lazy winter sky With a book in hand, Seeing but not looking At the passing sigmoid shapes- Brightly clothed, brightly toned Squeals of joy, few of which Catch my passing eyes. I see her in parts, this child, Her hair, petulant, untamed, Flying, as though it is a mane, With enough rebellion against gravity That matches her scream of joy As she slides down Right into the arms of her laughing father. A small smile peeks over his shoulder, And my lips tilt in response, To that one soul who knew I sit here. I quickly look back down into my book. I blend in again into a scene Where I clearly don’t belong, Except for a smile bestowed In acknowledgement Of a timid existence. I never got to know her name.

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Jul 20, 2021

Jul 20, 2021 at 9:10 AM UTC

Blending.

I sit amidst the bustling crowd Of children and parents Under a lazy winter sky With a book in hand, Seeing but not looking At the passing sigmoid shapes- Brightly clothed, brightly toned Squeals of joy, few of which Catch my passing eyes. I see her in parts, this child, Her hair, petulant, untamed, Flying, as though it is a mane, With enough rebellion against gravity That matches her scream of joy As she slides down Right into the arms of her laughing father. A small smile peeks over his shoulder, And my lips tilt in response, To that one soul who knew I sit here. I quickly look back down into my book. I blend in again into a scene Where I clearly don’t belong, Except for a smile bestowed In acknowledgement Of a timid existence. I never got to know her name.

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I refrained from reading Books of poetry Due to a festering fear Of confirmation Of my subpar talent. With hesitation, I opened my first, And what an interesting surmise Our poems Were all equally bland.

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Jun 30, 2021

Jun 30, 2021 at 8:27 AM UTC

Bland.

I refrained from reading Books of poetry Due to a festering fear Of confirmation Of my subpar talent. With hesitation, I opened my first, And what an interesting surmise Our poems Were all equally bland.

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