dechanteur - Hello Poetry

The ending began as how the beginning end, Similar to how the leaves leave the peculiar branch, Lines curled in, circles straightened up, Words being swallowed, truth voices out. How did the pine turn into juniper, When honey refuse to ripe into gold, Would he welcome her, though miss distrust mister, Like how many wish We become One, One becomes All. Daffodil blew the dance, scattered the pollen away, Learn its grace, articulate manner in gentle lay, Breath, as the forest begins to bloom, Exhale, as the feeling euphorically doom.

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Aug 5, 2019

Aug 5, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC

Forest Thought

The ending began as how the beginning end, Similar to how the leaves leave the peculiar branch, Lines curled in, circles straightened up, Words being swallowed, truth voices out. How did the pine turn into juniper, When honey refuse to ripe into gold, Would he welcome her, though miss distrust mister, Like how many wish We become One, One becomes All. Daffodil blew the dance, scattered the pollen away, Learn its grace, articulate manner in gentle lay, Breath, as the forest begins to bloom, Exhale, as the feeling euphorically doom.

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Antara dua jalan buntu Penentuan hati dan minda sekeras batu Ku menerka ini hanya mainan perasaan Persis jiwa-jiwa yang hiba kekosongan Larilah wahai nafsu Carilah serangkap wahyu Cantaslah pucuk cemburu Kerna manusia semakin layu Lenturnya segenggam iman Toksik meracuni setiap teman Doalah waktu masih memberi ruang Mewarnai tiap hitam putih perjalanan Telan segala perit mencari abdi Tiada yang kekal apatah lagi kendiri Senyuman kekal menjadi sedekah amalan Tuhan Maha Pengampun, manusia dahagakan amalan.

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Apr 22, 2017

Apr 22, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC

Dua Jalan Buntu

Antara dua jalan buntu Penentuan hati dan minda sekeras batu Ku menerka ini hanya mainan perasaan Persis jiwa-jiwa yang hiba kekosongan Larilah wahai nafsu Carilah serangkap wahyu Cantaslah pucuk cemburu Kerna manusia semakin layu Lenturnya segenggam iman Toksik meracuni setiap teman Doalah waktu masih memberi ruang Mewarnai tiap hitam putih perjalanan Telan segala perit mencari abdi Tiada yang kekal apatah lagi kendiri Senyuman kekal menjadi sedekah amalan Tuhan Maha Pengampun, manusia dahagakan amalan.

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Middle of nowhere, I am still standing Layers of faded mountains, across the withering cloud-gazing Tell myself I was wrong, the light sky almost gone Blocks of buildings, relinquish all the shades North, South, East, West; tell them it was haul fate. If creeks sound as scary, it would rings no more fury Let the memories knock on your magnetic parietal door Speak of colors of vividness, occasional emptiness Cherry-blossoms feeling gone, yellow Autumn looks as fine. Every light, turn on the fight People jump over the stepping river by the mountainside Greet, kindness will never ceased. 26th September 2016 - Kyoto, Japan Amiera Sh.

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Apr 11, 2017

Apr 11, 2017 at 8:52 AM UTC

Fallen Heat

Middle of nowhere, I am still standing Layers of faded mountains, across the withering cloud-gazing Tell myself I was wrong, the light sky almost gone Blocks of buildings, relinquish all the shades North, South, East, West; tell them it was haul fate. If creeks sound as scary, it would rings no more fury Let the memories knock on your magnetic parietal door Speak of colors of vividness, occasional emptiness Cherry-blossoms feeling gone, yellow Autumn looks as fine. Every light, turn on the fight People jump over the stepping river by the mountainside Greet, kindness will never ceased. 26th September 2016 - Kyoto, Japan Amiera Sh.

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It was utterly vague and vast  How the sky mesmerize the night  Dim light of words and suffice   She unsure of anything to sacrifice. It was the only star shining brightly Whom to tell when she cried vividly The smile is worthless yet uncanny  It still a mysterious spotlight hidden under the canopy. Call for the all it is worth of every lullaby  Sing to her the song of another mid-July  All the roads she could partake in  All the loves she had lost and found from within. Holding the root through the palm  Not the tree but withhold with her arm  Say that she couldn’t be loved  That because she flawed in every curves. Aloof is not a worthless feeling  Another paradox from isolation of fitting in.

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Jun 13, 2016

Jun 13, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC

Spica I

It was utterly vague and vast  How the sky mesmerize the night  Dim light of words and suffice   She unsure of anything to sacrifice. It was the only star shining brightly Whom to tell when she cried vividly The smile is worthless yet uncanny  It still a mysterious spotlight hidden under the canopy. Call for the all it is worth of every lullaby  Sing to her the song of another mid-July  All the roads she could partake in  All the loves she had lost and found from within. Holding the root through the palm  Not the tree but withhold with her arm  Say that she couldn’t be loved  That because she flawed in every curves. Aloof is not a worthless feeling  Another paradox from isolation of fitting in.

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There is an eunoia state of the mind, I will always dream of being. A peaceful soul within myself, who would stop questioning everything that ever happened, the why and how. But it was a long time ago. A long time before everything seems less complicated. I realized, it is okay to be melancholic once in a while. It is fine for the people or yourself to be an overly sanguine. Live for the moment. If you see anyone who would get angry over things you are done, accept it for your better self, the things that we want to convey but it would be hard for letting ignorant engulfed you. Sorry is the minimal word to be given to anyone who might want or not wanting to hear it. A deep conscience, connecting all of our neurons trying to understand the every minute of life, since we were born pure out of the mother’s womb to the growing bones and flawed skin we carry within. I still hope, the eternal exist. Eternally living, the dreams you ever thought of.

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May 2, 2016

May 2, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC

Suffocation

There is an eunoia state of the mind, I will always dream of being. A peaceful soul within myself, who would stop questioning everything that ever happened, the why and how. But it was a long time ago. A long time before everything seems less complicated. I realized, it is okay to be melancholic once in a while. It is fine for the people or yourself to be an overly sanguine. Live for the moment. If you see anyone who would get angry over things you are done, accept it for your better self, the things that we want to convey but it would be hard for letting ignorant engulfed you. Sorry is the minimal word to be given to anyone who might want or not wanting to hear it. A deep conscience, connecting all of our neurons trying to understand the every minute of life, since we were born pure out of the mother’s womb to the growing bones and flawed skin we carry within. I still hope, the eternal exist. Eternally living, the dreams you ever thought of.

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I plucked a yellow thought, unintentionally bloomed out of my mind and molded into a congealing paper crane. A single thought to believe that it would ethereal fly, for that was just a sanguine moment, it couldn't last even in swift while. Impossible, yes, but I'm possible.

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Sep 28, 2015

Sep 28, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC

Yellow Sanguine

I plucked a yellow thought, unintentionally bloomed out of my mind and molded into a congealing paper crane. A single thought to believe that it would ethereal fly, for that was just a sanguine moment, it couldn't last even in swift while. Impossible, yes, but I'm possible.

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There there, little soul Blaze with fire, harvest the cold Under the shade of canopy Shadowing overgrown trees. Dandelion smiles Roses flies Daffodil cries Peony arrives A billion conscience neurons Meandered through the sulci and gyri A brilliant universe of all The vast freedom of human mind.

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Jul 25, 2015

Jul 25, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC

Insight Universe

There there, little soul Blaze with fire, harvest the cold Under the shade of canopy Shadowing overgrown trees. Dandelion smiles Roses flies Daffodil cries Peony arrives A billion conscience neurons Meandered through the sulci and gyri A brilliant universe of all The vast freedom of human mind.

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She's becoming wispy Over things making her witty Till the root hold her strong Stand still the unshaken trunk. While the wordplay games are vague Searching for the unintended luck God, help her grasp while she's trying to dive As she behold the blue-sky thinking on the meaning of life.

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Feb 21, 2015

Feb 21, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC

Kindle Spirit

She's becoming wispy Over things making her witty Till the root hold her strong Stand still the unshaken trunk. While the wordplay games are vague Searching for the unintended luck God, help her grasp while she's trying to dive As she behold the blue-sky thinking on the meaning of life.

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The blindness in despair The sorrow hidden from the heir She threw herself in the outcast She sought for something beyond the solace Idealism is her weakness Idealism is her strength Idealism is the driven force Idealism is the stepping stone Idealism is for the optimist Dream on, an idealist. God, we speak about serenity To You everyone remains sane Love all the trouble we have sinned For the allure and grace begin.

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Dec 16, 2014

Dec 16, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC

Eudaimonia

The blindness in despair The sorrow hidden from the heir She threw herself in the outcast She sought for something beyond the solace Idealism is her weakness Idealism is her strength Idealism is the driven force Idealism is the stepping stone Idealism is for the optimist Dream on, an idealist. God, we speak about serenity To You everyone remains sane Love all the trouble we have sinned For the allure and grace begin.

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What a painful reality. People being absurd, trying to leave the manifest universe, chasing after dreams and success that at times they forget to take a step behind the ladders that might tremble, too shaken over the false beliefs. If we do it slow, look out every possibility in the vast sky, to know which to pluck first, pluck later or never pluck the fruit of ideas, life will be a little less messy. Sometimes, the best is not to wonder too much, let yourself breath, and the whole universe with the faith of prayers to God will follow you living the way He had beautifully wrote.

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Dec 9, 2014

Dec 9, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC

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What a painful reality. People being absurd, trying to leave the manifest universe, chasing after dreams and success that at times they forget to take a step behind the ladders that might tremble, too shaken over the false beliefs. If we do it slow, look out every possibility in the vast sky, to know which to pluck first, pluck later or never pluck the fruit of ideas, life will be a little less messy. Sometimes, the best is not to wonder too much, let yourself breath, and the whole universe with the faith of prayers to God will follow you living the way He had beautifully wrote.

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