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Naked_Raw
Naked_Raw
29/F/SA Passion for poetry and everything true.
May this time live Up to your definition Of contentment I hope you find comfort In what is soul-stirringly Sentimental to you May your heart be sate With gratifying peace Of the past and present I hope you find Beauty in the moments That go unnoticed May your biggest gift be The memories that will Forever encapsulate your soul Merry everything A happy always
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Dec 23, 2023
Dec 23, 2023 at 6:32 AM UTC
Merry Everything
For the hundredth time This has crossed my mind Seven oceans Winds, storms, swells Will I ever find you? Will the seas die down And the current bring you in? For the hundredth time I've wished you were here As I sit and watch the tides roll in Ebbing and flowing I watch them, hoping... With every crash my heart skips A Beat Hoping I'd see you on the horison. Just like the tide drains So does my heart Once again it is a single row of footsteps following me home. I am Alone.
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Dec 16, 2023
Dec 16, 2023 at 4:26 PM UTC
A L O N E
I have been blind for all my life What disappointed me most Is that when I opened My eyes To see for the first time Your colors were dull And my disappointment Great.
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Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC
Disappointment
S L O W L Y This Ship Is Sinking Rock bottom.
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
S L O W L Y
The gardener tends to his plants with love and devotion From the daisies to the tulips and the hydrangeas in rows But one flower he gives the most attention, Was the beautiful, blood red, prickly rose Every day the gardener cared for the flower, Savoring the sight with his eyes and the scent with the nose Yet when he goes to touch it, however, It's thorns would cut him and from the wound, blood rose Sometimes to himself, he wondered Why something he loved so much Would oppose him so violently And deny his touch Even as he asked himself, he knew the flower didn't know why But he knew he had chose He would always love, till the day he'd die His beautiful, blood red, prickly rose
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
The gardener and his rose
I am holding my breath Waiting on you I'd wait until death My lips are turning blue My vision is a blur My body feels heavy My brain feels numb My fingers are tingling My pulse weakens Everything around me fades away I Gasp For Air What was that I heard you say?
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
Hold on
I don’t expect people to ask. And I don’t hope for others to understand. I’m a puzzle only I can solve. Actually no, I can’t. .
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Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
Puzzle
*Of mud and clay, drawing strength from the sun. In the heat, insides harden even if layers begin to peel. But in the rain, the shell concedes and starts to run. All is left, is a puddle - stagnant and bereft of zeal.*
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Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
Pottery
Beautiful yet fragile All you do Is fly Like everything that Lives To die Just so you know It's a lie When they say Everyone likes you When you fly around Some they runaway It's not true that Everyone loves you Its not your beauty that counts It's what you do
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Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
Butterfly
The eyes are the windows to the Soul Once blue eyes now turned gray An empty soul in array The echo of my screams never stop Through valleys and mountains Once green No lush now to be seen The nightmare of inaudible screams Is now a reality My piercing eyes look straight through you My windows are fogged up And so is my soul.
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Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
Echoes