aimecaesar - Hello Poetry

To whom do I turn to? Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabachthani. I am my own confidant. I have exhausted all my existing options. Diversification, Diversification, Diversification. I went all in. I have lived long enough to see the irreversible flaws of my family. Soon, my partner will be no more. I have not invested enough in my friendships. Perhaps, life is meant to be lived in solitude.

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Apr 22, 2021

Apr 22, 2021 at 3:51 PM UTC

Je suis chez Diallo

To whom do I turn to? Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabachthani. I am my own confidant. I have exhausted all my existing options. Diversification, Diversification, Diversification. I went all in. I have lived long enough to see the irreversible flaws of my family. Soon, my partner will be no more. I have not invested enough in my friendships. Perhaps, life is meant to be lived in solitude.

6

This was much closer than I expected. Had I realized this earlier, I might have done things differently. Running through the checklist, double-checking if I missed anything vital. Major points seem somewhat in check, although I could work on some things: better coitus? cutting on fast foods? diversifying my skillset? career prospects? In retrospect, the biggest accomplishment of this quarter has been investing in my happiness. This will be an investment I'll continue to pursue moving forward. The rest shall follow.

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Jan 24, 2021

Jan 24, 2021 at 6:51 PM UTC

Vingt-Cinq

This was much closer than I expected. Had I realized this earlier, I might have done things differently. Running through the checklist, double-checking if I missed anything vital. Major points seem somewhat in check, although I could work on some things: better coitus? cutting on fast foods? diversifying my skillset? career prospects? In retrospect, the biggest accomplishment of this quarter has been investing in my happiness. This will be an investment I'll continue to pursue moving forward. The rest shall follow.

5

In search of greener pastures, we work tirelessly on their farms until our backs ache for a place called home. We work the farms that do not belong to us. Deceived by the fresh produce and the beautiful work of our labour, we plough on. From the scorching sun to the blistering winter, we plough on. But in the end, was it worth it?

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Nov 13, 2020

Nov 13, 2020 at 6:31 AM UTC

L'occidant

In search of greener pastures, we work tirelessly on their farms until our backs ache for a place called home. We work the farms that do not belong to us. Deceived by the fresh produce and the beautiful work of our labour, we plough on. From the scorching sun to the blistering winter, we plough on. But in the end, was it worth it?

4

Fulfilling. Simple. Elegant. Fulfillment is derived from simplicity. Elegance is simplicity. Quality stems from simplicity. Simplicity is effortless. Simplicity emerges in vitro. Simplicity is observed at equilibrium. All systems converge to simplicity. Ample opportunities, ample time, ample rewards. Simply said.

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May 6, 2020

May 6, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC

Pain

Fulfilling. Simple. Elegant. Fulfillment is derived from simplicity. Elegance is simplicity. Quality stems from simplicity. Simplicity is effortless. Simplicity emerges in vitro. Simplicity is observed at equilibrium. All systems converge to simplicity. Ample opportunities, ample time, ample rewards. Simply said.

4

Impatient, I'm tempted to turn around. There is a method to my madness, all that is left to do is to exercise an inkling of patience. Despite the darkness, I must trek on. Zion awaits.

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Dec 26, 2019

Dec 26, 2019 at 1:52 PM UTC

La lumière après le tunnel

Impatient, I'm tempted to turn around. There is a method to my madness, all that is left to do is to exercise an inkling of patience. Despite the darkness, I must trek on. Zion awaits.

4

Here lies the Lord's most beautiful pearls. Bold like no other. Unparalleled and unrivaled like the sweet sounds from the Kora. Carved with the finest materials and left to settle on the 8th day of rest. Mashallah, one of His best creations to date. These are the pearls of Fouta Djallon.

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Dec 25, 2019

Dec 25, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC

Fouta Djallon

Here lies the Lord's most beautiful pearls. Bold like no other. Unparalleled and unrivaled like the sweet sounds from the Kora. Carved with the finest materials and left to settle on the 8th day of rest. Mashallah, one of His best creations to date. These are the pearls of Fouta Djallon.

6

We celebrate the complications and complexity of life but is it really? Could life not be simpler than what we imagine it to be? Is everything not a social construct? If so, why did we construct these hierarchies of complexity that are only understood by the "elite"? Are we infatuated with elitism? Have we blurred the lines between our wants and our needs? Why the complications when you only want to tell the time? Is this all for the pursuit of happiness?

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Dec 14, 2019

Dec 14, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC

Complications

We celebrate the complications and complexity of life but is it really? Could life not be simpler than what we imagine it to be? Is everything not a social construct? If so, why did we construct these hierarchies of complexity that are only understood by the "elite"? Are we infatuated with elitism? Have we blurred the lines between our wants and our needs? Why the complications when you only want to tell the time? Is this all for the pursuit of happiness?

6

The heavens know I love her. Yet shamefully, my body aches for lust. I confide in the intimacy of other women. Ashamed of my actions, I can't dare tell her of my exploits. As nature would have it, karma was the order of the day. Confronted by the most stringent of ultimatums, I had to give in. I had imagined that this moment would have arrived on the eve of judgement day. But here I stand in front of her, trying to spare what's left of my blushes. As I plea for forgiveness, I witness her trust, one that I took forever to build, crumble before my eyes. I had to salvage what was left, I had no option. I can't lose her; Not now, not ever. I'm currently in limbo, I await her judgement. I desperately need to regroup, the world doesn't care about my feelings. But while I wait for her to decree our fate, I comfort myself in the pleasures of poetry.

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Nov 25, 2019

Nov 25, 2019 at 7:56 AM UTC

intimité

The heavens know I love her. Yet shamefully, my body aches for lust. I confide in the intimacy of other women. Ashamed of my actions, I can't dare tell her of my exploits. As nature would have it, karma was the order of the day. Confronted by the most stringent of ultimatums, I had to give in. I had imagined that this moment would have arrived on the eve of judgement day. But here I stand in front of her, trying to spare what's left of my blushes. As I plea for forgiveness, I witness her trust, one that I took forever to build, crumble before my eyes. I had to salvage what was left, I had no option. I can't lose her; Not now, not ever. I'm currently in limbo, I await her judgement. I desperately need to regroup, the world doesn't care about my feelings. But while I wait for her to decree our fate, I comfort myself in the pleasures of poetry.

8

how are you old friend? thought you forgot about me for a second. I was just thinking of you. I'd love to stay and chat but you've sadly caught me at a bad time, I was on my way out. haha, you've always been the charmer, you know that?

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Nov 8, 2019

Nov 8, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC

la procrastination

how are you old friend? thought you forgot about me for a second. I was just thinking of you. I'd love to stay and chat but you've sadly caught me at a bad time, I was on my way out. haha, you've always been the charmer, you know that?

4

She is independent and assumes every inch of her being. She doesn't submit to the stochastic process that is love. Love is painful and uncomfortable, yet we withstand it for its sporadic moments of magic. She knows this. She does not seek approval from him. She's empowering. And rightfully so.

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Oct 3, 2019

Oct 3, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC

Les femmes de Londres

She is independent and assumes every inch of her being. She doesn't submit to the stochastic process that is love. Love is painful and uncomfortable, yet we withstand it for its sporadic moments of magic. She knows this. She does not seek approval from him. She's empowering. And rightfully so.

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