bskolade - Hello Poetry

It came softly, like the hush before rain, filling the spaces between my ribs. A whisper, a weight, a knowing, settling into the marrow of my quiet. It sat with me through sleepless nights, curled in the corners of untouched rooms. A shadow that never cast its own, a breath I never exhaled. For a time, I let it stay. But the wind began to change. A voice called from beyond the hush, laughter leaked through the cracks, footsteps echoed, two, then more. Fingers traced forgotten constellations, morning light bled gold into the grey. And the hollow guest, once so certain, kicked out in the light lines Between the door and dawn. It has not knocked again.

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Apr 3, 2025

Apr 3, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC

The Hollow Guest

It came softly, like the hush before rain, filling the spaces between my ribs. A whisper, a weight, a knowing, settling into the marrow of my quiet. It sat with me through sleepless nights, curled in the corners of untouched rooms. A shadow that never cast its own, a breath I never exhaled. For a time, I let it stay. But the wind began to change. A voice called from beyond the hush, laughter leaked through the cracks, footsteps echoed, two, then more. Fingers traced forgotten constellations, morning light bled gold into the grey. And the hollow guest, once so certain, kicked out in the light lines Between the door and dawn. It has not knocked again.

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Colors dance with light, silent stories come alive, beauty speaks to souls. Overwhelm me, let me create!

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Mar 31, 2025

Mar 31, 2025 at 4:45 AM UTC

The Wondrous Beauty of Art

Colors dance with light, silent stories come alive, beauty speaks to souls. Overwhelm me, let me create!

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Art is every breath, a voice unchained, a world reborn in hues unnamed. Each stroke, a story, bold and bright, each note, a whisper laced with light. I see in it a boundless space, where law and rhythm interlace. A sculptor’s hand, a poet’s mind, a business woven, well-designed. For art is more than what we see, it’s vision wrapped in mystery. It speaks in colors, moves in sound, a realm where endless dreams are found. And in its depths, I carve my way, where wisdom shapes the night and day. For art and life, they intertwine, and in their dance, I make them mine.

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Mar 31, 2025

Mar 31, 2025 at 4:43 AM UTC

The Living Canvas

Art is every breath, a voice unchained, a world reborn in hues unnamed. Each stroke, a story, bold and bright, each note, a whisper laced with light. I see in it a boundless space, where law and rhythm interlace. A sculptor’s hand, a poet’s mind, a business woven, well-designed. For art is more than what we see, it’s vision wrapped in mystery. It speaks in colors, moves in sound, a realm where endless dreams are found. And in its depths, I carve my way, where wisdom shapes the night and day. For art and life, they intertwine, and in their dance, I make them mine.

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Throw me a lifeline And I still won’t catch it...

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Mar 18, 2023

Mar 18, 2023 at 9:12 AM UTC

South Bound...

Throw me a lifeline And I still won’t catch it...

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Like thunder Our love was strong Now like rain sorrow and pain Our love is gone I wonder If there was ever a doubt in your mind That we would succeed Whatever It was a pointless expectation That was southbound From start to finish Emotions diminished ‘Till our empty shells we relish What once was But now is gone A click in my brain A release from this daze And now, I see clearly No wonder…

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Mar 18, 2023

Mar 18, 2023 at 9:04 AM UTC

“Fickle •••

Like thunder Our love was strong Now like rain sorrow and pain Our love is gone I wonder If there was ever a doubt in your mind That we would succeed Whatever It was a pointless expectation That was southbound From start to finish Emotions diminished ‘Till our empty shells we relish What once was But now is gone A click in my brain A release from this daze And now, I see clearly No wonder…

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The scathing cables of the power lines Transmitting in thunder and lightning Scorching thoughts and expressions Drenched in the cataclysmic downpour of emotions Of affection, And the opposite for you.

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Jul 9, 2022

Jul 9, 2022 at 9:21 AM UTC

Power lines...

The scathing cables of the power lines Transmitting in thunder and lightning Scorching thoughts and expressions Drenched in the cataclysmic downpour of emotions Of affection, And the opposite for you.

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Staring at me Looking into my soul With eyes as white as snow As blue as the skies And as clear as glass Searching to find my lost soul In this empty shell Once alive in art The sights of the gods Shall we worship? Shall we start an ablution Are we worthy? The rush of inspiration awakens The sightless sights of the gods Orisha’s eyes! •••

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Jun 3, 2022

Jun 3, 2022 at 5:18 PM UTC

Orisha’s Eyes!

Staring at me Looking into my soul With eyes as white as snow As blue as the skies And as clear as glass Searching to find my lost soul In this empty shell Once alive in art The sights of the gods Shall we worship? Shall we start an ablution Are we worthy? The rush of inspiration awakens The sightless sights of the gods Orisha’s eyes! •••

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‪I Miss Us, ‪What we could have been‬ ‪But never will be.‬ ‪I wonder when things changed‬ ‪From feelings of intense pleasure from a text‬ ‪And smiles at the sight of eachother‬ ‪To intolerable presence and snide remarks ‬ ‪And growing feelings never stood a chance.‬ ‪Our first and last mistake.‬

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May 29, 2020

May 29, 2020 at 8:23 PM UTC

I Miss Us.

‪I Miss Us, ‪What we could have been‬ ‪But never will be.‬ ‪I wonder when things changed‬ ‪From feelings of intense pleasure from a text‬ ‪And smiles at the sight of eachother‬ ‪To intolerable presence and snide remarks ‬ ‪And growing feelings never stood a chance.‬ ‪Our first and last mistake.‬

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I am in high spirits today Idle playfulness and boredom My constant friends I have accepted into my days While I try to forget Everything wrong that I can’t make right And on a high note, I bask in this earth day A great privilege I must say.

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Apr 23, 2020

Apr 23, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC

On a High Note...

I am in high spirits today Idle playfulness and boredom My constant friends I have accepted into my days While I try to forget Everything wrong that I can’t make right And on a high note, I bask in this earth day A great privilege I must say.

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Countless times Thoughts of the future floats within Accompanied by a speed racing fear Growing ‘till I’m drenched in cold sweat Leaving a hard knot where my heart was And as it cracks, I’m enraptured in sad pain Hot tears filling up my thoughts Forming in my once happy eyes In full readiness to soak my clothed chest But of what use? This pain never leaves. Questions! The purpose of ones existence Every step forward is crippled By the heavy weight of discontentment Nothing feels right The overwhelming feeling of emptiness Unhappiness and unproductivity Overshadowing all seemingly positive efforts Filling up all happy spaces with sourness The pleasure and laughter is only temporary? And it repeats Again and again • • • Well this time, Even as sad tears form in my eyes I made a conscious decision to write All in hope that this sad pain Will float from cracks in my chest Through my thoughts and words Unto this digital sheet And I may find relief From this overwhelming fear. But that won’t happen. Will it?

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Apr 11, 2020

Apr 11, 2020 at 5:07 PM UTC

Sad Pain.

Countless times Thoughts of the future floats within Accompanied by a speed racing fear Growing ‘till I’m drenched in cold sweat Leaving a hard knot where my heart was And as it cracks, I’m enraptured in sad pain Hot tears filling up my thoughts Forming in my once happy eyes In full readiness to soak my clothed chest But of what use? This pain never leaves. Questions! The purpose of ones existence Every step forward is crippled By the heavy weight of discontentment Nothing feels right The overwhelming feeling of emptiness Unhappiness and unproductivity Overshadowing all seemingly positive efforts Filling up all happy spaces with sourness The pleasure and laughter is only temporary? And it repeats Again and again • • • Well this time, Even as sad tears form in my eyes I made a conscious decision to write All in hope that this sad pain Will float from cracks in my chest Through my thoughts and words Unto this digital sheet And I may find relief From this overwhelming fear. But that won’t happen. Will it?

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