a-new-optimism - Hello Poetry

*When I was here A life of what Confusion in The darkest sums What I have known Was nothing new Nothing old Just endless rue Those days of pain And crises too Existence stings But void does too I’ll wait for what I don’t know yet The gleaming sun The warm of love.*

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Jun 10, 2015

Jun 10, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC

A Life of

*When I was here A life of what Confusion in The darkest sums What I have known Was nothing new Nothing old Just endless rue Those days of pain And crises too Existence stings But void does too I’ll wait for what I don’t know yet The gleaming sun The warm of love.*

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*I just hope someday he'll find someone to love him Because I certainly won't I'm cold*

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Dec 27, 2014

Dec 27, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC

I'm Cold

*I just hope someday he'll find someone to love him Because I certainly won't I'm cold*

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*I always liked to be optimistic in my fiction writing. My characters of course would face all the problems of the world, but never alone. They always had a friend or someone they could lean on. They never knew the sharp, cutting pain of what it means to be truly alone. I can't read it when I'm lonely. Or ever, really. It stings to know I'll never have what I've always dreamed of.*

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Nov 10, 2014

Nov 10, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC

Comfort

*I always liked to be optimistic in my fiction writing. My characters of course would face all the problems of the world, but never alone. They always had a friend or someone they could lean on. They never knew the sharp, cutting pain of what it means to be truly alone. I can't read it when I'm lonely. Or ever, really. It stings to know I'll never have what I've always dreamed of.*

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A conflict crippling beyond my will, My mind, my own capacity, Abating to the point of dread A broken soul, now broken inanity The words I can't resist to restate Again and again and about Can I have the will to keep it-- The meaning, now to saturate I sit in my muddled state of disarray Contemplating the worst-- Or perhaps, Just honesty I love my scattered, esoteric mind I love to squirm as I think at night Alone, I know, not just in presence But in ethos, judgement, sense--all the rest, Still who can help but want another A mind to love for lonely days Any mind vaguely the same, just wise Who could think in ways of deep insight Can both be given? In my life of ungraciousness My world of willful sorrow My feeble ways of petty days A weight held fast in the heart That's what my conflict is made of.

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Sep 17, 2014

Sep 17, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC

Willful Aloneness

A conflict crippling beyond my will, My mind, my own capacity, Abating to the point of dread A broken soul, now broken inanity The words I can't resist to restate Again and again and about Can I have the will to keep it-- The meaning, now to saturate I sit in my muddled state of disarray Contemplating the worst-- Or perhaps, Just honesty I love my scattered, esoteric mind I love to squirm as I think at night Alone, I know, not just in presence But in ethos, judgement, sense--all the rest, Still who can help but want another A mind to love for lonely days Any mind vaguely the same, just wise Who could think in ways of deep insight Can both be given? In my life of ungraciousness My world of willful sorrow My feeble ways of petty days A weight held fast in the heart That's what my conflict is made of.

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Are we all just the same Confused minds, without a name With muddled thoughts, upon the loft Too proud for happiness, just the same It’s a wonder--I suppose it’s a shame, To sit as waves reverberate I’m of particles! I control myself Yet can’t, it’s the question of doubt Do I believe? Can I say without fear, Faith will protect me, dying’s not near You say you do, and I too hear The biting echoes Strumming tears

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Sep 15, 2014

Sep 15, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC

Waves and Tears

Are we all just the same Confused minds, without a name With muddled thoughts, upon the loft Too proud for happiness, just the same It’s a wonder--I suppose it’s a shame, To sit as waves reverberate I’m of particles! I control myself Yet can’t, it’s the question of doubt Do I believe? Can I say without fear, Faith will protect me, dying’s not near You say you do, and I too hear The biting echoes Strumming tears

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Sometimes I just want to go to a garden And take all the flowers I can clutch in my hands The sweet-smelling, luminous, simple and poisonous (when ingested) Then scurry away before the gardener knows Though I’ve taken bits and pieces of grueling work and pride— To her or him—it’s far more than that, it’s happiness— And a little bit borrowed from a friendly, flowery neighbor Is hardly worth complaining about, maybe even worth a smile And I press the gentle, fragrant ones In the hard covers of my favorite books They’ll last forever, I’m certain And *** the radiantly eye-catching ones In the places so obvious— A mantle, pedestal—always in the corner of my eye I’ll probably put the poisonous Far away from any man Hidden in the depths Still covered yet, concealed to the end— But the simple things in life Are what I hold so fast to me I squeeze the stems and sniff the petals And know now to truly appreciate them

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Sep 6, 2014

Sep 6, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC

Stealing Flowers to Borrow Happiness

Sometimes I just want to go to a garden And take all the flowers I can clutch in my hands The sweet-smelling, luminous, simple and poisonous (when ingested) Then scurry away before the gardener knows Though I’ve taken bits and pieces of grueling work and pride— To her or him—it’s far more than that, it’s happiness— And a little bit borrowed from a friendly, flowery neighbor Is hardly worth complaining about, maybe even worth a smile And I press the gentle, fragrant ones In the hard covers of my favorite books They’ll last forever, I’m certain And *** the radiantly eye-catching ones In the places so obvious— A mantle, pedestal—always in the corner of my eye I’ll probably put the poisonous Far away from any man Hidden in the depths Still covered yet, concealed to the end— But the simple things in life Are what I hold so fast to me I squeeze the stems and sniff the petals And know now to truly appreciate them

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