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ZanderVanEden
I’m painfully aware of the existence of my hands, When they are not touching you.
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Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 3:31 PM UTC
Idle hands
Under the overpass lay Priests and prophets. Ask around and you may find God, or the Transcendent minds who, Through a ***** Needle dwell with him. Maybe only those free of society And failed by humanity; Stripped of all, even Themselves, can reach This enlightenment, And really find God. We build cathedrals, And read books in search of him. Wage war, and raise Politicians to god Like figures. Maybe we all just Need to lose our minds.
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Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 10:00 AM UTC
Gods not dead, we just can’t find him.
A rabbit was hopping around, In the front of my yard. I watched it intently. It seemed so unbothered, At peace. I wished for that. A moment of tranquility, To take me out of the Pain I felt. Then it got run over. Whose luck ran out, His or mine? Maybe I cast my sorrows on him, Like Jesus and the swine, And he did what I Am unable to. It was a goreish scene, Yet so quiet, so beautiful. There is no greater peace Than death. I wished for that too.
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Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 9:01 AM UTC
Ode to the rabbit
We don’t hate sleep, We just love each other. Hours roll past, One after another. It’s 4am, The time of songbirds and lovers. We’re driving nowhere on the empty streets. Won’t let the day end, Do anything to avoid the sheets. Not afraid of the dark, We just love one another. Don’t put out the light, Fear of missing the other. Your name on my breath In my restless slumber, I’ll see you in my dreams, My one true lover.
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Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 5:09 PM UTC
Song birds and lovers
When I lay with you My body sings To your tune Every beat hitting its mark I sit on the edge of desire Tension rising like the crescendo You, the perfect falsetto Harmony to my song Passion is our conductor And love is the sheet music On which its written
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Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 5:01 PM UTC
Love song
Take shelter my dandelion, stand proud. You’ll find no persecution here, Many look down upon you, They have not the eye for your splendour. Unhalted by the world, you bloom. Astounding fortitude; delicate grace Your grandeur displayed. A beauty misplaced, In the concrete fortress. A wild flower, Life ushered by the blowing wind. Only tender hands can hold you, Or off you go to bless another.
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Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 8:37 AM UTC
The dandelion
Purple and white flowers dot the landscape And the roadways Delicate flowers, the bunches of them Give the allusion of pink Everywhere I travel they grace me I’ve never seen them before But maybe they’ve always been there And I’ve just never noticed
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Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 10:28 AM UTC
Purple and white
Jealous of your heart, The crimson coursing through it Flows with life more precious Than the earth whence it came. Under your skin; I yearn to be, Beating with no respite. Let me do its labour, These hands bathed in your life, Stained with your love.
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Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 10:24 AM UTC
Hearts jealousy
The morning was serene The type of morning You wish for on a special day for it could make death feel sweet grass glisten like dew covered emeralds Song birds singing hallelujah The sun rising from slumber, hues of gold A pulsing breeze; breath from the mother Stupefied in want, something amiss In perfect creation; glory on display once fulfilling me; invigorating the soul pleasure dulled by longing **** you I thought My joy, commanded by you Each stroke of the brush, lost on me Without the artist In every pretty thing I see your spirit A world more exquisite, you created All it’s beauty; yours to dole Bestowed through your presence, love
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Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 10:23 AM UTC
**** you
My eyes remind you of sunflowers I say you’re my sun What truth lay in these words For my eyes show a glimpse Of times long forgotten Indeed in a past life it was so Like a flower of the field; your warmth I seek My sun I will follow At night how I twist and turn in anticipation of your dawns break My sun I will follow, until I can no longer Feeble, my last petal drops Back here I will meet you In your eyes we will meet again For they will show me a glimpse of times long forgotten
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Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 10:21 AM UTC
Times long forgotten