daffodel - Hello Poetry

I look for you in the people I meet Drawn always to mothers and to crones Finding myself at the edge of the earth Searching for you Though I know where you are It’s subconscious It’s instinctive Needing you

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Mar 2, 2025

Mar 2, 2025 at 7:04 PM UTC

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I look for you in the people I meet Drawn always to mothers and to crones Finding myself at the edge of the earth Searching for you Though I know where you are It’s subconscious It’s instinctive Needing you

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A crack in my mirror, right in the centre splits my image into a thousand pieces versions of myself never quite realised all that I am and all that I could be each fragment a glimpse into a path not chosen fingers reaching out to touch the glass dipping into the reflection, a pool of possibility if only I could crawl through the looking glass or break on through to the other side would I miss this place am I happier there

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Aug 19, 2020

Aug 19, 2020 at 7:06 AM UTC

parallel

A crack in my mirror, right in the centre splits my image into a thousand pieces versions of myself never quite realised all that I am and all that I could be each fragment a glimpse into a path not chosen fingers reaching out to touch the glass dipping into the reflection, a pool of possibility if only I could crawl through the looking glass or break on through to the other side would I miss this place am I happier there

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pigeon coo’s echo outside the window relentless repetition please stop, grey skies, lacklustre rain drip drop drips from the sky like a tap not turned tight enough the kettle is screaming at me fogs up the window desperate, don’t look out there, the forbidden fruit, sacred outdoors sterilised sanitised inside, free me, I long to ***** my feet how can the world keep on turning when we are all so still does the passing of time matter during this vast nothingness? a cup of tea to calm my nerves hot liquid chases down the fear bubbling up in my throat but it just crawls back, and settles so quiet becomes the house eternally occupied, no respite heavier now, thankful for the sound drowning out the silence, rain like the white noise, grateful the sound of breath has become too much, all of us in mute, in sound, in colour, in all

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Aug 3, 2020

Aug 3, 2020 at 3:24 AM UTC

safe

pigeon coo’s echo outside the window relentless repetition please stop, grey skies, lacklustre rain drip drop drips from the sky like a tap not turned tight enough the kettle is screaming at me fogs up the window desperate, don’t look out there, the forbidden fruit, sacred outdoors sterilised sanitised inside, free me, I long to ***** my feet how can the world keep on turning when we are all so still does the passing of time matter during this vast nothingness? a cup of tea to calm my nerves hot liquid chases down the fear bubbling up in my throat but it just crawls back, and settles so quiet becomes the house eternally occupied, no respite heavier now, thankful for the sound drowning out the silence, rain like the white noise, grateful the sound of breath has become too much, all of us in mute, in sound, in colour, in all

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peering into the trees spreading the branches fingertips tinged green from the moss and the leaves higher and higher I climb sitting amongst the birds the air is colder up here are you there? buried alive now winding deeper to the core down down down lost I might never find the surface I might never have to you don’t consider the heat when you reach the centre of everything will I ever reach you?

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Aug 2, 2020

Aug 2, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC

discontent

peering into the trees spreading the branches fingertips tinged green from the moss and the leaves higher and higher I climb sitting amongst the birds the air is colder up here are you there? buried alive now winding deeper to the core down down down lost I might never find the surface I might never have to you don’t consider the heat when you reach the centre of everything will I ever reach you?

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I crave solitude like an addict maddened by need a burning desire to be alone unable to breathe and when it’s only me like liquid injected into my veins silken relief wraps around me and that is the only time that anything feels right

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Jul 28, 2020

Jul 28, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC

alone

I crave solitude like an addict maddened by need a burning desire to be alone unable to breathe and when it’s only me like liquid injected into my veins silken relief wraps around me and that is the only time that anything feels right

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The hardest moments come when the moon is high all around me is dark and all inside me is darker wrapped in a suffocating blanket thick fog twisted stomach and frogs in my throat I slip into a world of terror and calamity and I forget how to switch on the light I forget about the unlocked door the open window the easy path back to my safe golden honey dipped reality trapped instead in the horrifying parallel universe where nothing is right or good or kind where monsters lurk and the sky rains blood where every step I take each choice I make Unravels further pain like I could never have imagined

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Jul 28, 2020

Jul 28, 2020 at 3:29 PM UTC

catastrophe

The hardest moments come when the moon is high all around me is dark and all inside me is darker wrapped in a suffocating blanket thick fog twisted stomach and frogs in my throat I slip into a world of terror and calamity and I forget how to switch on the light I forget about the unlocked door the open window the easy path back to my safe golden honey dipped reality trapped instead in the horrifying parallel universe where nothing is right or good or kind where monsters lurk and the sky rains blood where every step I take each choice I make Unravels further pain like I could never have imagined

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rising now in darkness the sun climbs sleepily above dew dampened fields casting a hazy light over crystal rain drops breath swirling in the air before me nose blushing pink rosebud lips dried brushing gold dust from the corners of my eyes crossing my fingers that the rain might stay away then turning my face to the sky feeling the hesitant sun gently warm my skin while all around me is cold oh how grateful i am for winter mornings

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Jun 13, 2020

Jun 13, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC

winter mornings

rising now in darkness the sun climbs sleepily above dew dampened fields casting a hazy light over crystal rain drops breath swirling in the air before me nose blushing pink rosebud lips dried brushing gold dust from the corners of my eyes crossing my fingers that the rain might stay away then turning my face to the sky feeling the hesitant sun gently warm my skin while all around me is cold oh how grateful i am for winter mornings

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How funny that air should leave me so breathless whipping my cheeks rouge pulling on my hair like a puppeteer on strings strand dancing with strand wild and free trees bend from side to side joyous feverish flow Lost in music I can't quite hear blossom twirls a tornado towards the sky then falls down upon us like confetti at a wedding

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Jun 10, 2020

Jun 10, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC

windy

How funny that air should leave me so breathless whipping my cheeks rouge pulling on my hair like a puppeteer on strings strand dancing with strand wild and free trees bend from side to side joyous feverish flow Lost in music I can't quite hear blossom twirls a tornado towards the sky then falls down upon us like confetti at a wedding

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unable to break free i see no light no end no dawn but eternal night

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Jun 4, 2020

Jun 4, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC

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unable to break free i see no light no end no dawn but eternal night

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Small sharp stones stab the soft sensitive undersides as my feet pick their way across a sea of wild pebbles some smooth plenty pierce such a short journey feels so long Eager hobble desperate crawl ocean in my eye ice cold lap of wave against toes soothing sore wounds cleansing cooling purify me heavenly ice with sacred salt skin risen in delicious goosebumps waist shoulders head under water then breaking surface holy light shines down upon me gasping for air I feel reborn

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Jun 1, 2020

Jun 1, 2020 at 5:52 AM UTC

reborn

Small sharp stones stab the soft sensitive undersides as my feet pick their way across a sea of wild pebbles some smooth plenty pierce such a short journey feels so long Eager hobble desperate crawl ocean in my eye ice cold lap of wave against toes soothing sore wounds cleansing cooling purify me heavenly ice with sacred salt skin risen in delicious goosebumps waist shoulders head under water then breaking surface holy light shines down upon me gasping for air I feel reborn

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