blueax - Hello Poetry

Remember when I told you Even when we didn't talk I dream of you And in those dreams We are always hugging Always There was no talking Nothing, but us hugging silently This morning I saw you again But this time I wasn't trying to reach for you Like I always did in those dreams I was just sitting there And you were just sitting there Until there were so many people You said: "We've been doing this for almost a year now" I look at you I say yes You say "Why?" I say "I don't know" You adjust your posture You look at me And you put your phone In the middle of us And press Record And that's when I woke up.

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Aug 23, 2015

Aug 23, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC

A dream, again

Remember when I told you Even when we didn't talk I dream of you And in those dreams We are always hugging Always There was no talking Nothing, but us hugging silently This morning I saw you again But this time I wasn't trying to reach for you Like I always did in those dreams I was just sitting there And you were just sitting there Until there were so many people You said: "We've been doing this for almost a year now" I look at you I say yes You say "Why?" I say "I don't know" You adjust your posture You look at me And you put your phone In the middle of us And press Record And that's when I woke up.

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I wished to practice the art of writing, to you, I tried but perhaps you got used to it, it wasn't so arty though, but you were that mini piece of passion every artist needed to survive the death of their as well mini piece of talent. Love is a seed, you plant it well and it'll grow to feed unconditionally. And I know I wasn't even aware that this body I belong to was the land for your seeds not until your seeds were almost dry. I am moved by the letters of love and respect I collect in my dusted tiny library, which I collected in the first place to read them for you, I am moved by the overwhelming amount of love our nation, our materialistic disgusting souls could carry. How did we all end up growing half dead? desperate for love and attention ? I, from the bottom of my heart love you, or at least have loved and still love the forms of love you have carefully planted in me. I'll take care of it. I promise you, although promises are **** to you, I promise, I'll take care of it.

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Aug 11, 2015

Aug 11, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC

A letter

I wished to practice the art of writing, to you, I tried but perhaps you got used to it, it wasn't so arty though, but you were that mini piece of passion every artist needed to survive the death of their as well mini piece of talent. Love is a seed, you plant it well and it'll grow to feed unconditionally. And I know I wasn't even aware that this body I belong to was the land for your seeds not until your seeds were almost dry. I am moved by the letters of love and respect I collect in my dusted tiny library, which I collected in the first place to read them for you, I am moved by the overwhelming amount of love our nation, our materialistic disgusting souls could carry. How did we all end up growing half dead? desperate for love and attention ? I, from the bottom of my heart love you, or at least have loved and still love the forms of love you have carefully planted in me. I'll take care of it. I promise you, although promises are **** to you, I promise, I'll take care of it.

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عاهرة هي الأحلام أم هي دواخلنا المريرة التي نعيش على إخمادها لتظهر على هيئة حلم يسلب منّا نشوة الفرح الواهية ليذكرنا بالذي تناسيناه ملمس وجهك رائحة شعرك قسوة عنادك عاهرة هي الأحلام تعيدنا بجبروت لخط البداية لنعيد بناء الصرح التافه من جديد و نتناسى به عمق الحب الذي كان يوما ساطعاً كما الشمس

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Aug 7, 2015

Aug 7, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC

حلم

عاهرة هي الأحلام أم هي دواخلنا المريرة التي نعيش على إخمادها لتظهر على هيئة حلم يسلب منّا نشوة الفرح الواهية ليذكرنا بالذي تناسيناه ملمس وجهك رائحة شعرك قسوة عنادك عاهرة هي الأحلام تعيدنا بجبروت لخط البداية لنعيد بناء الصرح التافه من جديد و نتناسى به عمق الحب الذي كان يوما ساطعاً كما الشمس

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كدت أحزن حتى الموت كدت أبكي حتى الجفاف كدت أضيع حتى أنسى أين بدأت كدت أصلي للنسيان أن ينقذني كدت أكتب فيك بلغة غير لغتي الأم كدت أكره موعد الإفطار كدت ولكن بحثت عن فرح غير الفرح الذي كان و أسباب للبكاء أقل حرقة و خلطات جديدة لإعداد البيض كل صباح كيف لا يقدس الوقت وهو الذي جعل الأخضر يابسا و الجنين مخلوقا كاملا؟ كيف يجوز لي الكتابة عنك بلغة تقل عنك جمالاّ؟ كيف أتناسى علامات الترقيم و إشارات الإله كما السذّج؟

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC

كدت

كدت أحزن حتى الموت كدت أبكي حتى الجفاف كدت أضيع حتى أنسى أين بدأت كدت أصلي للنسيان أن ينقذني كدت أكتب فيك بلغة غير لغتي الأم كدت أكره موعد الإفطار كدت ولكن بحثت عن فرح غير الفرح الذي كان و أسباب للبكاء أقل حرقة و خلطات جديدة لإعداد البيض كل صباح كيف لا يقدس الوقت وهو الذي جعل الأخضر يابسا و الجنين مخلوقا كاملا؟ كيف يجوز لي الكتابة عنك بلغة تقل عنك جمالاّ؟ كيف أتناسى علامات الترقيم و إشارات الإله كما السذّج؟

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How am I supposed to make poetry out of you?

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Jul 12, 2015

Jul 12, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC

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