Sn - Hello Poetry

A drop, warmth that's fleeting Then, the open road Looming rocks, they hide the trolls Fairies guard forbidden roads Trees are sparse in this evergreen Water roaring as it plummets valley's glisten in a distant dream Our feet here never touched the ground Open did we float A spirited dream of dispirited souls Asleep as they glide Colliding into shades of night How bitter then our mornings Through cold misshapen bent and spent Needles in a lovers den Feeding evils thinking they were eagle's wings

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Dec 3, 2020

Dec 3, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC

Needles in a lovers den

A drop, warmth that's fleeting Then, the open road Looming rocks, they hide the trolls Fairies guard forbidden roads Trees are sparse in this evergreen Water roaring as it plummets valley's glisten in a distant dream Our feet here never touched the ground Open did we float A spirited dream of dispirited souls Asleep as they glide Colliding into shades of night How bitter then our mornings Through cold misshapen bent and spent Needles in a lovers den Feeding evils thinking they were eagle's wings

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Who am I? A godless child Torn from history No culture, anonymous identity A single tether Long, unbroken line There's nothing current, to which I subscribe There's only her, of primordial mind If I am lost Everything is frenetic energy Eyes covered with blinds I shadowstep, from one blindspot to the next But when I am found Gently do I drift on leaves of grass Over the hills until the sand tells me of the shore Where into the ocean I go once more And there, where light is found in the darkest depths Does the shadow drop and I hear the beating of a heart One One One Every beat is one Where I am tiny two Lungs swell, breathing in I drown in everything that's you I am godless For I love the Other

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Sep 17, 2020

Sep 17, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC

Godless

Who am I? A godless child Torn from history No culture, anonymous identity A single tether Long, unbroken line There's nothing current, to which I subscribe There's only her, of primordial mind If I am lost Everything is frenetic energy Eyes covered with blinds I shadowstep, from one blindspot to the next But when I am found Gently do I drift on leaves of grass Over the hills until the sand tells me of the shore Where into the ocean I go once more And there, where light is found in the darkest depths Does the shadow drop and I hear the beating of a heart One One One Every beat is one Where I am tiny two Lungs swell, breathing in I drown in everything that's you I am godless For I love the Other

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Sometimes the wind sighs And I remember Through a haze far away Rising like a swelling tide That rolls in and out over my insides You chase butterflies bare handed Always coming up empty Until the storm comes Your dilated pupils the sea's breath held still Shimmering anticipation in the eye of the storm The wind sweeps withering words Seething at the edges Flaring up in wild expectation Like dark and nervous whispering Black fanged, angry and terrified Lashing out as gales Tormenting the waters Tearing and screeching Screaming until it dies away Leaving behind a small voice in tatters Broken on the rocks of a wilder sea Where calm is just an enemy in a different shade of blue

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Sep 8, 2018

Sep 8, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC

A Shade of Blue

Sometimes the wind sighs And I remember Through a haze far away Rising like a swelling tide That rolls in and out over my insides You chase butterflies bare handed Always coming up empty Until the storm comes Your dilated pupils the sea's breath held still Shimmering anticipation in the eye of the storm The wind sweeps withering words Seething at the edges Flaring up in wild expectation Like dark and nervous whispering Black fanged, angry and terrified Lashing out as gales Tormenting the waters Tearing and screeching Screaming until it dies away Leaving behind a small voice in tatters Broken on the rocks of a wilder sea Where calm is just an enemy in a different shade of blue

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Unknown There's still no answer No sense of continuity Just streaming defeat and acceptance Where the void yells and I scream back To find I've been having arguments with emptiness So back to front projected on a silver screen With my eyes behind blinded by the light That whites out what I'm supposed to see The room is white with shadows grey As I compress out of any dimensionality Neither sticks nor bones Skin like leaves strewn by the wind I own no body but a mind unknown There's noise and static And the fear I feel is my own Everything attracting to a singular point Stretching out into a vortex that tunnels Calling out my name so it can carry my feet I'm afraid of the coming singularity Knowing the floor will be cold So I'll breathe out your name And say a prayer even if I don't believe Through cold I'll walk To let the fraying arms gather me And tether me to the rest of oblivion Where forsaken lay The faded parts of a body that I used to know

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Aug 18, 2018

Aug 18, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC

Sleeper

Unknown There's still no answer No sense of continuity Just streaming defeat and acceptance Where the void yells and I scream back To find I've been having arguments with emptiness So back to front projected on a silver screen With my eyes behind blinded by the light That whites out what I'm supposed to see The room is white with shadows grey As I compress out of any dimensionality Neither sticks nor bones Skin like leaves strewn by the wind I own no body but a mind unknown There's noise and static And the fear I feel is my own Everything attracting to a singular point Stretching out into a vortex that tunnels Calling out my name so it can carry my feet I'm afraid of the coming singularity Knowing the floor will be cold So I'll breathe out your name And say a prayer even if I don't believe Through cold I'll walk To let the fraying arms gather me And tether me to the rest of oblivion Where forsaken lay The faded parts of a body that I used to know

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Lost on white streets Hanging in between buildings and the eerie Afternoon air that holds a promise of the gathering dark The young eyes darting over the place A growing mind that goes bump in the night On unsteady legs watching meaning colour beside the lines Then a flash of lightning sets off a schism A slash, division down to the deep middle Pilot light blinking as it drifts of into neural space Left to grow stunted in isolation Animal protocol takes over Unusual growth detected, quarantine affected parts Discontinuing memory lines 0 to 13 Incoming sensory override Reboot soul system Initiating memory dump Re-awakening neural connections Re-routing discontinued channels Connecting... Connecting... Systems online Current memory line: 29 Review memory dump? Y/N /

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Aug 12, 2018

Aug 12, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC

Awakenings

Lost on white streets Hanging in between buildings and the eerie Afternoon air that holds a promise of the gathering dark The young eyes darting over the place A growing mind that goes bump in the night On unsteady legs watching meaning colour beside the lines Then a flash of lightning sets off a schism A slash, division down to the deep middle Pilot light blinking as it drifts of into neural space Left to grow stunted in isolation Animal protocol takes over Unusual growth detected, quarantine affected parts Discontinuing memory lines 0 to 13 Incoming sensory override Reboot soul system Initiating memory dump Re-awakening neural connections Re-routing discontinued channels Connecting... Connecting... Systems online Current memory line: 29 Review memory dump? Y/N /

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They say Sleep's the cousin of Death I wonder who his parents are Is Coma his little sister? Who's grandpa? And what is a nap?

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Aug 8, 2018

Aug 8, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC

Thoughts of an insomniac

They say Sleep's the cousin of Death I wonder who his parents are Is Coma his little sister? Who's grandpa? And what is a nap?

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What haunts the day goes back to slumber As sleeping ghosts rise up to greet the night Where the light of the sun illuminates They draw from air, spheres of darkness Pulsing with an indifferent hunger Without mercy, without anger To wake something you hid from the light Coaxing it out with their timeless patience Like snake charmers of a personal night Entranced, bewitched, under a spell What comes out between your ribs Curled up tight, a little ball containing hell Unfurling slowly, open mouth and out come the fangs Dripping poison, dripping blood You have to hold it in your hands Stillborn and shaking Still torn from waking Half alive is never living You feel as helpless as what's in your arms Wondering why it had to be like this And why they come at night To make you bear what is unbearable Strip you bare from what you think you are Until naked skin is rend from bone Revealing parts that turned to stone It makes you feel at your most alone When what you're holding in your weaker arms Is what used to be your home I've pleaded often On knees begging until screaming I felt my throat turn sore Until it dawned on me what I was holding What they were showing It was me that held the key And it is me that has to open the door To find that long lost loss of mine, make amends and say goodbye Perhaps finding a way home once more

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Aug 6, 2018

Aug 6, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC

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What haunts the day goes back to slumber As sleeping ghosts rise up to greet the night Where the light of the sun illuminates They draw from air, spheres of darkness Pulsing with an indifferent hunger Without mercy, without anger To wake something you hid from the light Coaxing it out with their timeless patience Like snake charmers of a personal night Entranced, bewitched, under a spell What comes out between your ribs Curled up tight, a little ball containing hell Unfurling slowly, open mouth and out come the fangs Dripping poison, dripping blood You have to hold it in your hands Stillborn and shaking Still torn from waking Half alive is never living You feel as helpless as what's in your arms Wondering why it had to be like this And why they come at night To make you bear what is unbearable Strip you bare from what you think you are Until naked skin is rend from bone Revealing parts that turned to stone It makes you feel at your most alone When what you're holding in your weaker arms Is what used to be your home I've pleaded often On knees begging until screaming I felt my throat turn sore Until it dawned on me what I was holding What they were showing It was me that held the key And it is me that has to open the door To find that long lost loss of mine, make amends and say goodbye Perhaps finding a way home once more

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Live with the shadows I'm on that corner Or high behind the window Of an anonymous tall building I'm the passerby in the meadow One you watch disinterested from afar I live in a shadow Though sunlight may reach me Where I am darkness is never far Sleeping like dogs On friendly terms with my nightmares I'm learning to love all who reside in my head Good at sleeping away the days I've slept so long I've forgotten how to wake Four little pills and I'm away Some would say this is hell But it's all I've ever known I'm in tranquil dreams now No background noise Calm and peaceful Like a mote of dust In sunlight suspended Before I disappear

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Aug 6, 2018

Aug 6, 2018 at 2:37 AM UTC

Q, Sleep

Live with the shadows I'm on that corner Or high behind the window Of an anonymous tall building I'm the passerby in the meadow One you watch disinterested from afar I live in a shadow Though sunlight may reach me Where I am darkness is never far Sleeping like dogs On friendly terms with my nightmares I'm learning to love all who reside in my head Good at sleeping away the days I've slept so long I've forgotten how to wake Four little pills and I'm away Some would say this is hell But it's all I've ever known I'm in tranquil dreams now No background noise Calm and peaceful Like a mote of dust In sunlight suspended Before I disappear

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If words were a painting I’d paint me a scene A long solitary road Surrounded by green I’d make every stroke a melody That you’d hear in the leaves Of a whisper that the wind blows In the deep sea of trees Every now and then A traveler Would come along with the breeze Becoming part Of a harmony Before drifting back in To the stream As if it were a dream

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Aug 4, 2018

Aug 4, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC

As if it were a dream

If words were a painting I’d paint me a scene A long solitary road Surrounded by green I’d make every stroke a melody That you’d hear in the leaves Of a whisper that the wind blows In the deep sea of trees Every now and then A traveler Would come along with the breeze Becoming part Of a harmony Before drifting back in To the stream As if it were a dream

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Sunbaked streets Home It's a state of mind Not a place I recognize And this mind lives alone Amidst hostile interiors And foreign exteriors The pounding heart Sends the blood spinning Death spiralling The mirror broke when it met my eye I forget the time And I disappear Somewhere between What is happening And what has been It feels like drowning In a muddy lake Where the water thick clogs the lungs Makes you suffocate with the anger Of a thousand burning suns And darkness does not bring silence When eyes close nothing is mended And cold hands refrain from taking hold There's a tear and I'm beginning to see it I think I'm lost Somewhere between dreams and reality Losing sense of which is what And I'm terrified of waking up

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Aug 2, 2018

Aug 2, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC

Wake Up

Sunbaked streets Home It's a state of mind Not a place I recognize And this mind lives alone Amidst hostile interiors And foreign exteriors The pounding heart Sends the blood spinning Death spiralling The mirror broke when it met my eye I forget the time And I disappear Somewhere between What is happening And what has been It feels like drowning In a muddy lake Where the water thick clogs the lungs Makes you suffocate with the anger Of a thousand burning suns And darkness does not bring silence When eyes close nothing is mended And cold hands refrain from taking hold There's a tear and I'm beginning to see it I think I'm lost Somewhere between dreams and reality Losing sense of which is what And I'm terrified of waking up

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