Woe_Begone - Hello Poetry

Un vide viscéral. La promesse d’une nuit, Prendre la forme de l’arbre pour grandir, Dessiner un cercle sur le bitume, Se mordre, Mordre l’autre. Rendre à l’oiseau sa liberté Puis la reprendre, Le regarder dans les yeux Alors qu’il dit quelque chose. Souvent, Je me noie dans mon désordre. Parfois, je pardonne À Zoula d’être morte.

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Aug 1, 2024

Aug 1, 2024 at 7:56 AM UTC

Woe_Begone

Vide

Un vide viscéral. La promesse d’une nuit, Prendre la forme de l’arbre pour grandir, Dessiner un cercle sur le bitume, Se mordre, Mordre l’autre. Rendre à l’oiseau sa liberté Puis la reprendre, Le regarder dans les yeux Alors qu’il dit quelque chose. Souvent, Je me noie dans mon désordre. Parfois, je pardonne À Zoula d’être morte.

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Sometimes, before the morrow comes, I see blackness move on the mountain tops. I see shadow ropes hanging On the windows of my house, And their dark blue lines move slowly, Like the hands of a clock. I hear owls singing blues and rock, Leaves falling on the ground, And other things I hear in the moonstruck. Sometimes, before the morrow comes, My feet, they tempt me out. My soul begs me to shout, Howl like a wolf, Wait for others to howl back, Howl all together at the same time. Run, frenetically, till out of breath, Rest on a tree, And feel the silence Breaking into us, Beating in our veins, As adrenaline fades away. Sometimes, I want to go out And see for myself The world beyond my house.

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Jul 13, 2024

Jul 13, 2024 at 5:40 AM UTC

Woe_Begone

Sometimes, Before the Morrow Comes

Sometimes, before the morrow comes, I see blackness move on the mountain tops. I see shadow ropes hanging On the windows of my house, And their dark blue lines move slowly, Like the hands of a clock. I hear owls singing blues and rock, Leaves falling on the ground, And other things I hear in the moonstruck. Sometimes, before the morrow comes, My feet, they tempt me out. My soul begs me to shout, Howl like a wolf, Wait for others to howl back, Howl all together at the same time. Run, frenetically, till out of breath, Rest on a tree, And feel the silence Breaking into us, Beating in our veins, As adrenaline fades away. Sometimes, I want to go out And see for myself The world beyond my house.

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Long is the time which went by, Mary. Long like a river dark. And there remains no single story For us to cross The pure seas, or spark A light into our ancient glory Of days we were alive, Holy. Of days before the spot Turned lone, sullen and dreary. I will sail on a shattered glass, Blame me not - I will hum an air so sad, so lonely, That I’ll wake the child up again, And then, Run away.

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Feb 29, 2024

Feb 29, 2024 at 2:19 PM UTC

Woe_Begone

For Mary

Long is the time which went by, Mary. Long like a river dark. And there remains no single story For us to cross The pure seas, or spark A light into our ancient glory Of days we were alive, Holy. Of days before the spot Turned lone, sullen and dreary. I will sail on a shattered glass, Blame me not - I will hum an air so sad, so lonely, That I’ll wake the child up again, And then, Run away.

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Today I flew to 'Menas', Saw Vultures in the sky, And wrote a haiku.

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Feb 20, 2024

Feb 20, 2024 at 2:30 PM UTC

Woe_Begone

Haiku #3

Today I flew to 'Menas', Saw Vultures in the sky, And wrote a haiku.

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Your death is a terrible thing, And so are the lines that lie in the silent corners, And the shady borders Of light. You lived many a life before. Too many to be afraid of death. And you died Too many deaths before, To fear the rays of life. ~ RIP Pablo.

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Aug 24, 2023

Aug 24, 2023 at 2:57 PM UTC

Woe_Begone

TO PABLO

Your death is a terrible thing, And so are the lines that lie in the silent corners, And the shady borders Of light. You lived many a life before. Too many to be afraid of death. And you died Too many deaths before, To fear the rays of life. ~ RIP Pablo.

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Geneva Is a ray of light Where ferruginous ducks A million lullaby, They sing. And in the dark of night, I have discovered A Fragment Of peace. And by the lake I've seen Memories of future, Joy. And I have seen Life As it should've been.

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May 28, 2023

May 28, 2023 at 6:19 AM UTC

Woe_Begone

Geneva

Geneva Is a ray of light Where ferruginous ducks A million lullaby, They sing. And in the dark of night, I have discovered A Fragment Of peace. And by the lake I've seen Memories of future, Joy. And I have seen Life As it should've been.

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Lost in the widening shore, The words were mere, But unspoken. We should've made a vow, my dear, For now I'm feeling so Heartbroken. Hand me one more dream, Whisper another lie. You know.. A dream is just A nicer place to die.

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Mar 31, 2023

Mar 31, 2023 at 1:57 PM UTC

Woe_Begone

Unspoken vows

Lost in the widening shore, The words were mere, But unspoken. We should've made a vow, my dear, For now I'm feeling so Heartbroken. Hand me one more dream, Whisper another lie. You know.. A dream is just A nicer place to die.

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A poem is what you use it for, to explore the unreachable.

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Oct 5, 2022

Oct 5, 2022 at 2:24 PM UTC

Woe_Begone

Haiku #2

A poem is what you use it for, to explore the unreachable.

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Poor scarlet waves born to die already. Wearing their mother’s robe On their fragile body. Why do we rush to our ends, hitting the things unsteady? There is some grief in ends, I know.. But maybe there is rhapsody.

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Aug 12, 2020

Aug 12, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC

Woe_Begone

Ends

Poor scarlet waves born to die already. Wearing their mother’s robe On their fragile body. Why do we rush to our ends, hitting the things unsteady? There is some grief in ends, I know.. But maybe there is rhapsody.

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