Stormrider_IX - Hello Poetry

You are my love eternal I may be tired as I am more nocturnal But it is all worthwhile Because I get to see your smile My starlight love eternal

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Feb 14, 2025

Feb 14, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC

Stormrider_IX

Love Eternal

You are my love eternal I may be tired as I am more nocturnal But it is all worthwhile Because I get to see your smile My starlight love eternal

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I am a plant. I am a thistle. Cirsium arvense. Creeping thistle. When you first see me I am a beautiful, colourful flower. But if you come closer, you will notice two things. 1. I can ***** you. My needles are few and nearly invisible, but very sharp. 2. I am not ONE flower. I am a cluster of a hundred tiny flowers. I am possibility. My opportunities were not the best when I was a seedling. The ground was dry and the sun burning. However, as the forest around me, the sunlight that hit me directly lessened. The rain made the ground more fertile. The ground is still too dry. I need more moisture to live. It is difficult to see the sun at all through the dense trees. I wish I could at least see a little bit of the sun. I am a plant. I am a thistle.

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Oct 9, 2022

Oct 9, 2022 at 8:54 PM UTC

Stormrider_IX

Creeping Thistle

I am a plant. I am a thistle. Cirsium arvense. Creeping thistle. When you first see me I am a beautiful, colourful flower. But if you come closer, you will notice two things. 1. I can ***** you. My needles are few and nearly invisible, but very sharp. 2. I am not ONE flower. I am a cluster of a hundred tiny flowers. I am possibility. My opportunities were not the best when I was a seedling. The ground was dry and the sun burning. However, as the forest around me, the sunlight that hit me directly lessened. The rain made the ground more fertile. The ground is still too dry. I need more moisture to live. It is difficult to see the sun at all through the dense trees. I wish I could at least see a little bit of the sun. I am a plant. I am a thistle.

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I am not here. I want to be part of nature's depth. My body is naught but a broken husk. I do not want to mend the husk. I need to repair its many cracks. I can be here again.

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Sep 15, 2022

Sep 15, 2022 at 6:28 PM UTC

Stormrider_IX

Where am I?

I am not here. I want to be part of nature's depth. My body is naught but a broken husk. I do not want to mend the husk. I need to repair its many cracks. I can be here again.

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Don't go past the horizon. There's nothing there. Do go to the Horizon. There you'll find a friend.

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Feb 7, 2022

Feb 7, 2022 at 5:26 PM UTC

Stormrider_IX

Horizon

Don't go past the horizon. There's nothing there. Do go to the Horizon. There you'll find a friend.

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It is not fire that burns the most. It is not anger of an untold story's ghost. It is the poison and the pain which it brought. Yet without it, our tiny stories mean absolutely naught.

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Jun 28, 2021

Jun 28, 2021 at 9:06 AM UTC

Stormrider_IX

Stories

It is not fire that burns the most. It is not anger of an untold story's ghost. It is the poison and the pain which it brought. Yet without it, our tiny stories mean absolutely naught.

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Silence echoes. It reaches for you, that sound of silence. Let it reach. Let it echo. Let me wonder. What does silence sound like?

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Jun 20, 2021

Jun 20, 2021 at 2:15 PM UTC

Stormrider_IX

Silence

Silence echoes. It reaches for you, that sound of silence. Let it reach. Let it echo. Let me wonder. What does silence sound like?

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The sea. So many colours. Green. Grey. Blue. All in between. So many emotions. Rage. Calm. Peace. All can be seen. Reflections in mirror-black water. Raging winds over restless waves. Freedom! Ever changing is the sea.

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Jun 20, 2021

Jun 20, 2021 at 2:06 PM UTC

Stormrider_IX

The Sea

The sea. So many colours. Green. Grey. Blue. All in between. So many emotions. Rage. Calm. Peace. All can be seen. Reflections in mirror-black water. Raging winds over restless waves. Freedom! Ever changing is the sea.

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Idle days thinking... All the time we Make mistakes. Time heals us. Is it true? Roses have thorns. Evidentially the same applies to time. Doesn't it?

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Apr 21, 2021

Apr 21, 2021 at 7:30 PM UTC

Stormrider_IX

Thinking, Time & Thorns

Idle days thinking... All the time we Make mistakes. Time heals us. Is it true? Roses have thorns. Evidentially the same applies to time. Doesn't it?

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A poem can take flight with our troubles But sometimes instead the weight doubles We carry something for so long And suddenly we don't know what's going on Dreams can shatter It feels like nothing will matter We try to move on forward But we realise we feel cornered Things happen yet time stands still Time passes yet it all stands still Life goes on.

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Apr 21, 2021

Apr 21, 2021 at 7:11 PM UTC

Stormrider_IX

Time Stands Still

A poem can take flight with our troubles But sometimes instead the weight doubles We carry something for so long And suddenly we don't know what's going on Dreams can shatter It feels like nothing will matter We try to move on forward But we realise we feel cornered Things happen yet time stands still Time passes yet it all stands still Life goes on.

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One-Two-Three One-Two-Three Life was simple once. We would go out, friends. One-Two-Three One-Two-Three War suddenly came knocking. We would stand together, partners. One-Two-Three One-Two-Three Death was so swift. We were torn from each other. One-Two One Our magicians' waltz was over. I miss you already. One-Two-Three One-Two-Three Three. Two. One.

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Dec 20, 2020

Dec 20, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC

Stormrider_IX

Magicians' Waltz

One-Two-Three One-Two-Three Life was simple once. We would go out, friends. One-Two-Three One-Two-Three War suddenly came knocking. We would stand together, partners. One-Two-Three One-Two-Three Death was so swift. We were torn from each other. One-Two One Our magicians' waltz was over. I miss you already. One-Two-Three One-Two-Three Three. Two. One.

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