Moniker - Hello Poetry

there is a boy he lives in a photo frame he lived once outside of the photo frame he was like the flowing wind before the wind blew away his ashes he burned with the passion of a fire before the flames engulfed him he made his own paths before he was driven off the course he celebrated today before tomorrow was stolen from him he was my friend before he was a memory before he was the boy in the photo frame

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Dec 16, 2021

Dec 16, 2021 at 8:46 PM UTC

Moniker

the boy in the photo frame

there is a boy he lives in a photo frame he lived once outside of the photo frame he was like the flowing wind before the wind blew away his ashes he burned with the passion of a fire before the flames engulfed him he made his own paths before he was driven off the course he celebrated today before tomorrow was stolen from him he was my friend before he was a memory before he was the boy in the photo frame

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I wish the stakes were higher.

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Oct 23, 2020

Oct 23, 2020 at 1:28 PM UTC

Moniker

Half-Thought

I wish the stakes were higher.

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How do we know if we’re right, if we’re always told that we’re wrong?

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Apr 16, 2020

Apr 16, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC

Moniker

How do we know?

How do we know if we’re right, if we’re always told that we’re wrong?

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There’s this word in Japanese “komorebi” it pictures the light that is filtered through the leaves on a tree. It’s supposed to represent the nostalgia, that someone feels as they look upon a memory. I disagree with nostalgia, it means that you miss something that you left behind. If you miss it so much, why must you see it from such a distorted sense? No. In my case, it was never nostalgia. I only saw the light through the leaves because I didn’t want to go blind. I only left the love behind because I didn’t want the pain that came with it. So why, I ask do you look back at the pain?

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Apr 7, 2020

Apr 7, 2020 at 7:57 PM UTC

Moniker

Komorebi

There’s this word in Japanese “komorebi” it pictures the light that is filtered through the leaves on a tree. It’s supposed to represent the nostalgia, that someone feels as they look upon a memory. I disagree with nostalgia, it means that you miss something that you left behind. If you miss it so much, why must you see it from such a distorted sense? No. In my case, it was never nostalgia. I only saw the light through the leaves because I didn’t want to go blind. I only left the love behind because I didn’t want the pain that came with it. So why, I ask do you look back at the pain?

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My name means blood; dark and red My name means words; unseen and unsaid My name means love; misheard and misled My name is all, my name is none My name is the bullet and I am the gun

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Apr 6, 2020

Apr 6, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC

Moniker

My Name

My name means blood; dark and red My name means words; unseen and unsaid My name means love; misheard and misled My name is all, my name is none My name is the bullet and I am the gun

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If your pain was a pebble instead of a boulder If your grief was a feather , I could bear it on one shoulder If your smile would never falter and your eyes would never water The world would never be brighter

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Mar 17, 2020

Mar 17, 2020 at 7:55 PM UTC

Moniker

The light

If your pain was a pebble instead of a boulder If your grief was a feather , I could bear it on one shoulder If your smile would never falter and your eyes would never water The world would never be brighter

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Polaris The stars spoke to me once They followed me in the dark and led me to you I was told that the sky has many variables but only one constant; Polaris I believed that you were my Polaris We are fools that are blinded by the things that shine brightest But we are unaware of the damage that we inflict upon our vision We are fools on a voyage to a lost city We are lost before we start

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Mar 15, 2020

Mar 15, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC

Moniker

Polaris

Polaris The stars spoke to me once They followed me in the dark and led me to you I was told that the sky has many variables but only one constant; Polaris I believed that you were my Polaris We are fools that are blinded by the things that shine brightest But we are unaware of the damage that we inflict upon our vision We are fools on a voyage to a lost city We are lost before we start

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