aditya-shankar - Hello Poetry

And like dandelions Dispersed in a warm, summer breeze I'll be gone, far beyond To where these feet have never been. Disappear without a trace You won't recognise this face Walking by your side Down the street. And all I will be Is a passing memory, A fleeting shadow On your mind's tapestry, As we move away Separated by time and space. If only I could say the same about me If only I could say...

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Apr 4, 2016

Apr 4, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC

Dandelion

And like dandelions Dispersed in a warm, summer breeze I'll be gone, far beyond To where these feet have never been. Disappear without a trace You won't recognise this face Walking by your side Down the street. And all I will be Is a passing memory, A fleeting shadow On your mind's tapestry, As we move away Separated by time and space. If only I could say the same about me If only I could say...

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A glowing warmth lights up the front yard and slivers of sunshine touch gently upon your brown eyes. A butterfly blazes yellow and in the breeze, tall, old trees sway together, ever so gently. A sultry kiss blown across a lazy heaven brushes tenderly against your blushing cheek, and a summer sun burns through the mundane as the murmurs of the universe reverbate far within your brain. That's when you surmise maybe its not just plants that photosynthesize.

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Feb 22, 2016

Feb 22, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC

For the love of sunshine

A glowing warmth lights up the front yard and slivers of sunshine touch gently upon your brown eyes. A butterfly blazes yellow and in the breeze, tall, old trees sway together, ever so gently. A sultry kiss blown across a lazy heaven brushes tenderly against your blushing cheek, and a summer sun burns through the mundane as the murmurs of the universe reverbate far within your brain. That's when you surmise maybe its not just plants that photosynthesize.

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Somewhere far from now we will bask under a glorious sun your legs stretched out beside my shapeless form, your skin submerged in waves of light beads of sweat evaporating off your open palms and the stories you describe, alive with brilliant amber sunshine in your eyes. Somewhere far from now, we will be clouds, lazing amidst mountainous trees floating, floating above our rocky extremes past shores of white sand, where we meet Till then, I wait, aching patiently I, the silent hill and you the deep blue sea.

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Feb 4, 2016

Feb 4, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC

Soon

Somewhere far from now we will bask under a glorious sun your legs stretched out beside my shapeless form, your skin submerged in waves of light beads of sweat evaporating off your open palms and the stories you describe, alive with brilliant amber sunshine in your eyes. Somewhere far from now, we will be clouds, lazing amidst mountainous trees floating, floating above our rocky extremes past shores of white sand, where we meet Till then, I wait, aching patiently I, the silent hill and you the deep blue sea.

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Her hair shifts lightly, breathing in the wind A million insecurities hiding behind my gaze A slender hand closes loosely over mine Even as my eyes push her gently away. And we float - two islands separated by a vigilant sea That kisses our shores to keep us at bay Lest we collide into despondent calamity Lest we crumble like sandcastles beneath the waves. A bottle and two glasses stand tall on the table Against the backdrop of unfulfilled fairytales Despite myself, a warm affection spreads through my chest Past all the defences my heart carefully puts in place. And as I listen to her laughter behind my fortressed walls I wonder if I'm falling for her Or if it's just the alcohol.

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Dec 31, 2015

Dec 31, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC

Is this love?

Her hair shifts lightly, breathing in the wind A million insecurities hiding behind my gaze A slender hand closes loosely over mine Even as my eyes push her gently away. And we float - two islands separated by a vigilant sea That kisses our shores to keep us at bay Lest we collide into despondent calamity Lest we crumble like sandcastles beneath the waves. A bottle and two glasses stand tall on the table Against the backdrop of unfulfilled fairytales Despite myself, a warm affection spreads through my chest Past all the defences my heart carefully puts in place. And as I listen to her laughter behind my fortressed walls I wonder if I'm falling for her Or if it's just the alcohol.

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He watches a life burn down to dusty ash From a tiny, yellow gas flame That lights the cigarette in his hand That churns out words from his troubled brain. A writer's violence hides, not in his eyes, But in angry, quivering palms that trace A venomous, untidy, familiar scrawl Reducing her complexity to scribbles on a page. Though he mourns the memories of happier days He feeds it all to his carnage.

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Dec 20, 2015

Dec 20, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC

Carnage

He watches a life burn down to dusty ash From a tiny, yellow gas flame That lights the cigarette in his hand That churns out words from his troubled brain. A writer's violence hides, not in his eyes, But in angry, quivering palms that trace A venomous, untidy, familiar scrawl Reducing her complexity to scribbles on a page. Though he mourns the memories of happier days He feeds it all to his carnage.

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When two black wheels crashed into four Two legs stretched out behind a silver door He lay, pinned down on the dusty road Clawing at her face in vain, he choked. My conscience asks, "What troubles you more?" "*The mask of anger that she wore? The circle of people watching the show?*"

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC

By Accident

When two black wheels crashed into four Two legs stretched out behind a silver door He lay, pinned down on the dusty road Clawing at her face in vain, he choked. My conscience asks, "What troubles you more?" "*The mask of anger that she wore? The circle of people watching the show?*"

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The universe behind your eyes bursts at the seams And inside you hide in unnamed galaxies You wish to speak of the wisdom of trees You want to talk about the calm of seas A momentary distraction is all you need To turn the voices down, to live a silent dream It fills up your mindscape with high-def imagery A 42-inch flatscreen TV.

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Dec 15, 2015

Dec 15, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC

Television

The universe behind your eyes bursts at the seams And inside you hide in unnamed galaxies You wish to speak of the wisdom of trees You want to talk about the calm of seas A momentary distraction is all you need To turn the voices down, to live a silent dream It fills up your mindscape with high-def imagery A 42-inch flatscreen TV.

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Forgotten, in the need to have something to say The cool whiff of silence is just a foolish child's dream If you begin to see my eyes slowly glaze The pause you ignore is where you'll find me. As conversation pools into a stagnant puddle Restless fingers flit across glowing white screens It's the beginning of the end to all our troubles And the sky burns purple behind clouds of cream.

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Dec 11, 2015

Dec 11, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC

Whitespace

Forgotten, in the need to have something to say The cool whiff of silence is just a foolish child's dream If you begin to see my eyes slowly glaze The pause you ignore is where you'll find me. As conversation pools into a stagnant puddle Restless fingers flit across glowing white screens It's the beginning of the end to all our troubles And the sky burns purple behind clouds of cream.

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Roots will protect your head from the ground As it falls through light, space and sound From far up high, from where the thunder rolls Behind clouds pink-orange, white and gold.

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Dec 10, 2015

Dec 10, 2015 at 7:01 AM UTC

A Slip of Pride

Roots will protect your head from the ground As it falls through light, space and sound From far up high, from where the thunder rolls Behind clouds pink-orange, white and gold.

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Where there are no words that connect. With all the colours that you feel, To watch letters paint freely into each other The magic of life, It is indeed.

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Nov 30, 2015

Nov 30, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC

Real Magic Has Subtlety

Where there are no words that connect. With all the colours that you feel, To watch letters paint freely into each other The magic of life, It is indeed.

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