Marta - Hello Poetry

In my madness I’m a lone wolf When I’m sane I will be with you I’ll care for you I’ll be kind I’ll smile and chat But in my madness I’ll be magnificent Greater than Life Impossible Nobody dare to touch me When I’m sane I’ll be with you When I’m mad I’ll write poetry I’ll be with you when I’m sane Because you read my poetry

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May 24, 2019

May 24, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC

Lone wolf

In my madness I’m a lone wolf When I’m sane I will be with you I’ll care for you I’ll be kind I’ll smile and chat But in my madness I’ll be magnificent Greater than Life Impossible Nobody dare to touch me When I’m sane I’ll be with you When I’m mad I’ll write poetry I’ll be with you when I’m sane Because you read my poetry

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There is a BOX with many moving parts It is a GAME The object of the game is to move the parts in such a way that all shapes and colours align in perfect ORDER Every time you move one piece all other pieces move in response Creating ORDER in one corner destroys it in another Removing TENSION in one place creates it in another It is an IMPOSSIBLE game The game is called LIFE Its purpose is to seek order The way to ENJOY it is to appreciate DISORDER

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Feb 21, 2019

Feb 21, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC

A game called life

There is a BOX with many moving parts It is a GAME The object of the game is to move the parts in such a way that all shapes and colours align in perfect ORDER Every time you move one piece all other pieces move in response Creating ORDER in one corner destroys it in another Removing TENSION in one place creates it in another It is an IMPOSSIBLE game The game is called LIFE Its purpose is to seek order The way to ENJOY it is to appreciate DISORDER

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in the world that moves so fast our bodies do not keep up and the instincts that served us so well lead us astray everyday

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Feb 13, 2019

Feb 13, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC

On instincts and gut feelings

in the world that moves so fast our bodies do not keep up and the instincts that served us so well lead us astray everyday

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I remember when things used to happen in the future The dreams, the hopes and the worries Suddenly things stared to happen in the past The memories, the victories and the regrets How did I miss the time when the they were all happening now?

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Jan 1, 2019

Jan 1, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC

On turning 40

I remember when things used to happen in the future The dreams, the hopes and the worries Suddenly things stared to happen in the past The memories, the victories and the regrets How did I miss the time when the they were all happening now?

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My mind is under attack A tumour in the grey matter creates connections where there should not be any destroys the paths that define who I am The person I was dissolves in front of my terrified family It is so hard to hold on to who I was I feel more peaceful when I transform into an illogical mess of a being A part of me still knows that this creature is me The same me in a different brain And that me finds the courage To forgive the mess And love myself As I am As I end

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Nov 21, 2018

Nov 21, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC

As I End

My mind is under attack A tumour in the grey matter creates connections where there should not be any destroys the paths that define who I am The person I was dissolves in front of my terrified family It is so hard to hold on to who I was I feel more peaceful when I transform into an illogical mess of a being A part of me still knows that this creature is me The same me in a different brain And that me finds the courage To forgive the mess And love myself As I am As I end

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Which one is real? Blink in and blink out? Seething mass of chemicals? Two animals? Two lovers? Love story? All real All needed Just as it is The reality has many layers

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Nov 19, 2018

Nov 19, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC

Which one is real?

Which one is real? Blink in and blink out? Seething mass of chemicals? Two animals? Two lovers? Love story? All real All needed Just as it is The reality has many layers

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I am painting a portrait I was painting a portrait of my FRIENDS But instead I am only portraying what I THINK I SEE There is so much I DON’T see My words They don’t portray the friends at all They only portray how I SEE them They only portray ME Is there a painter WHO paints what IS Not what is SEEN? Would you have to be HEARTLESS Would you have to be FEARLESS Would you have to be THOUGHTLESS Let’s face it I am painting a SELF portrait

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Nov 2, 2018

Nov 2, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC

SELF PORTRAIT

I am painting a portrait I was painting a portrait of my FRIENDS But instead I am only portraying what I THINK I SEE There is so much I DON’T see My words They don’t portray the friends at all They only portray how I SEE them They only portray ME Is there a painter WHO paints what IS Not what is SEEN? Would you have to be HEARTLESS Would you have to be FEARLESS Would you have to be THOUGHTLESS Let’s face it I am painting a SELF portrait

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How can you count your blessings When there are too many to count Bring back the days of few When few was fair amount How can you smell the roses When the nose’s full of smells With a swollen belly and a heart that hurts We torment ourselves with a choice of dessert How can less be more When you’ve never had less Where the curve of diminishing returns steers Fear unknown is the fear most feared How can you count your blessings When there are too many to count Count them back - don’t count them alone Count them slow - don’t count for more

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Sep 14, 2018

Sep 14, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC

The society of too much - are you a member?

How can you count your blessings When there are too many to count Bring back the days of few When few was fair amount How can you smell the roses When the nose’s full of smells With a swollen belly and a heart that hurts We torment ourselves with a choice of dessert How can less be more When you’ve never had less Where the curve of diminishing returns steers Fear unknown is the fear most feared How can you count your blessings When there are too many to count Count them back - don’t count them alone Count them slow - don’t count for more

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The romantics had it right They had a better word for it too Melancholy ... Beautiful and sensitive They looked down on the brutes who stomp through life unaffected, They enriched the world with their artful suffering Mr Byron, Mr Wagner Thank you I shell treasure and enjoy my depression

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Aug 30, 2018

Aug 30, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC

Melancholy

The romantics had it right They had a better word for it too Melancholy ... Beautiful and sensitive They looked down on the brutes who stomp through life unaffected, They enriched the world with their artful suffering Mr Byron, Mr Wagner Thank you I shell treasure and enjoy my depression

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Enjoying life quietly Enduring life calmly Not hoarding treasures Not holding grudges yang and yin win win Let the world be imperfect Let yourself be imperfect It's not what you thought it was All but a thought it was not for yourself - for them your life is a gem A dance that never stops Seething life all around you A part and the whole The end and the go on

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Aug 28, 2018

Aug 28, 2018 at 5:27 AM UTC

Dance of an old sage

Enjoying life quietly Enduring life calmly Not hoarding treasures Not holding grudges yang and yin win win Let the world be imperfect Let yourself be imperfect It's not what you thought it was All but a thought it was not for yourself - for them your life is a gem A dance that never stops Seething life all around you A part and the whole The end and the go on

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