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aar505n
aar505n
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as We are" A.N.
the real truth is i want to feel i want to cry the real truth is i am lone but surround by friends I'd die for it used to be so neat, so nuclear now it's hard to see clear i am a bundle of habits of sins, of needs your favorite culprit i should go so i can be good i should go but not forever (god no) i need to try i need to cry
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Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 9:31 PM UTC
Real Truth
I saw you As you stared at me Two deers caught in each other headlights As brief as a flash, blinked, and you’d miss it I am only reminded of my heaviness when you are there Standing – Floating – Watching As ghostly as any ghost, then Gone – Vanished – Nothing I am alone, again, cursed to remain here I tried to follow in your footsteps Untangling, unknotting, unravelling Myself from a generation of debt and duty These twisted roots of familiar obligations How did you escape such a similar situation? I wasn’t born light, like you. I was born heavy, brother. I will have to earn my lightness. Sometimes on rainy days when the weighty pain becomes unmanageable I find myself slipping into the tangible delusion Of ascribing meaning to everything That maybe you think of me as much as I think of you That you see my pain and want to help But it’s just too much for you right now When you’re ready, you’ll come back to me You’ll come back. Sometimes the little lies we tell ourselves Can be enough to get us through this life But not tonight.
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Dec 2, 2021
Dec 2, 2021 at 8:47 PM UTC
Vanishing Twin
On one of my daily walks I spotted a little daffodil – perfect and yellow. I didn’t realize that the season had changed. Been so busy just trying to survive, I didn’t notice that it was Spring. Looking at that little daffodil, My thoughts went to you - as they do. And made me feel a little less alone. Sometimes it is the smallest of things, That keeps you going, keeps you alive. As sure as the daffodils are to bloom. I am sure I will see you again soon. Until I can safely say hello, I’ll keep you in my thoughts. Every time I see some yellow.
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Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 12:31 PM UTC
Little Daffodil
I felt awkward accepting your love at first. I didn’t quite know how to handle it nor what to do with it. It was more than the little kernels I normally got. So, I let you love me. Like letting in rays of sunshine Warm my insides. How could I ignore a love so pure? Who am I to be picky when I shall die in a car crash any day now? I’ve shied away from loving long enough. If I can’t stop the sun shining, then I won’t stop you loving me.
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May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 3:42 PM UTC
Sunshine
I haven't figured out how to be alone and not lonely Only wishing I could go back to how it was before But there are more things on my mind There are more things to do I haven't figured out how to do it on my own Just me and a homegrown sadness That keeps me company with Those late night cigarettes and cold coffee Staring out at windows starry-eyed at nothing
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
Solitude
Let me have this one moment before you go. Let me hold on to it before it will slip through my fingers. All I have are these moments we shared. They stay fresh on my mind, The way our flesh entwined. For once, lost in idleness. Soon, the moment will lose its sharpness. As time fades the memory made. Until all that remains is a fleeting feeling. A bittersweet leftover of a lover's emotions shared with another.
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
Bittersweet Leftovers #2
It's a thousand tiny cuts that you receive From the moment you're born Waiting for someone to tell you that you are beautiful. You yearn to stay youthful You've learned the indisputable fact. Your inherent value as a person Reduced to your physical appearance And given a numerical value online For what is a selfie without it likes? This is enough to make anyone cynical Because everyone is the enemy Like buskers on a busy street All are competing for the attention Of the passing indifferent crowds All singing to be seen, to be known Even just for one fleeting moment It is a strange but primary emotion of the human condition Decreed at birth to need validation And this foundation is firmly instilled in us. We never learn to fuss about it, as society reminds us That there is nothing to discuss. Sign up and accept the terms and conditions. Show yourself to the world. Nothing beats the sensation of adoration. Even now, right now, I am showing myself to you. So tell me I'm pretty, world. Tell me I matter. Tell me I exist.
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
Tell Me I'm Pretty, World
There comes that moment of sudden awareness When you raise your head and see the bigger picture See the links between everything in your life And make the connection that makes the most sense to you My connection will be different to yours Some will see undeniable proof that the Earth is flat. Others will see a plan of salvation lay out for them. It does not matter about absolute Truths. Chasing such is absurd Because if no one can see it Nor perceive it Then does it really exist? All people see are their own truths instead Ascribing meaning to the Chaos That's the 'real connection between us all The interconnectness of all things lay in the connections we all make We are all bending reality ever so slightly to fit the narrative we have crafted for ourselves Telling ourselves stories to make sense of everything - and we all have stories I will not seek solutions by a judicious study of the discernable reality, looking for The Truth. I will act and create my own reality Until eventually, everything connects.
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May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
Let's Ascribing Meaning To The Chaos
The first kiss was nice. I was suddenly reminded of all the fun we had. I felt my heart swell with old memories Of dancing in your room at night Or laying in the afternoon sun. The time I melted into you And you said you loved me. That first kiss was nice. Then you kissed me again. I recalled how it ended. The hurt and pain of the separation. The feeling of not being want, Of not being good enough. My heart shriveled up as it remembered the heartache. The second kiss was not nice.
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May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
Remembering
Stop the car now. Sing to me. While no one is watching. I want to hear you. Here before we go further. A song of the hills. And of the now. I want to know you. I want to be known by you.
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC
Known