diana-bosa-engler - Hello Poetry

I've tried to avoid you last night, looking for a silver lining, but all I could find was just a neon moon and under its halo, your shadow crossed mine again. They sang their song in unison, a lullaby of darkness, and all I wanted was to leave, for I have already prayed enough to the mirror version of you hoping, he might have mercy on me. But then and there, under the neon moon, its light turned against, and all at once, I wanted to stay; not just fall in love again but to sojourn on the rise.

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Oct 7, 2020

Oct 7, 2020 at 10:19 AM UTC

Neon Moon

I've tried to avoid you last night, looking for a silver lining, but all I could find was just a neon moon and under its halo, your shadow crossed mine again. They sang their song in unison, a lullaby of darkness, and all I wanted was to leave, for I have already prayed enough to the mirror version of you hoping, he might have mercy on me. But then and there, under the neon moon, its light turned against, and all at once, I wanted to stay; not just fall in love again but to sojourn on the rise.

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You said, that I have a heart of gold. I just smiled because I know that since the dawn of our time you have broken it so many times; shattered it into oodles of pieces which I tried to repair - time after time, then it could no longer resemble its true self. It became something different, some kind of kintsugi artifact, something golden, yet something hard: completely useless for its predestination.

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Sep 25, 2020

Sep 25, 2020 at 1:16 PM UTC

Kintsugi

You said, that I have a heart of gold. I just smiled because I know that since the dawn of our time you have broken it so many times; shattered it into oodles of pieces which I tried to repair - time after time, then it could no longer resemble its true self. It became something different, some kind of kintsugi artifact, something golden, yet something hard: completely useless for its predestination.

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After restoring memory, the used space becomes free again. Yet still, you do haunt the ghost drive of my heart.

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Sep 23, 2020

Sep 23, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC

Ghost imaged

After restoring memory, the used space becomes free again. Yet still, you do haunt the ghost drive of my heart.

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Your heart is my only window to the world. So please, keep it clear for the view.

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Sep 18, 2020

Sep 18, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC

A window to the world

Your heart is my only window to the world. So please, keep it clear for the view.

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As a committed reflectionist, you say: 'I do like to show things the way they are!' – but you seem to forget that by silencing other mirrors' song, from time to time, which & whose reality you are about to represent.

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Sep 17, 2020

Sep 17, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC

Reflectionism

As a committed reflectionist, you say: 'I do like to show things the way they are!' – but you seem to forget that by silencing other mirrors' song, from time to time, which & whose reality you are about to represent.

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There's no such blade that would be sharp enough to slice one of one's shadow. I grab and tear mine away, though, kneading and reshaping it like wet clay soil in hope, maybe its blackness won't scare you. From the shapeless mass, I yearn to give a familiar form so you may recognize me from even taking a glimpse at it. You know, my shadow never lies, always telling the truth showing its real face, even when mine betrays.

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Jun 17, 2020

Jun 17, 2020 at 6:23 AM UTC

No phantom - kein Gespenst

There's no such blade that would be sharp enough to slice one of one's shadow. I grab and tear mine away, though, kneading and reshaping it like wet clay soil in hope, maybe its blackness won't scare you. From the shapeless mass, I yearn to give a familiar form so you may recognize me from even taking a glimpse at it. You know, my shadow never lies, always telling the truth showing its real face, even when mine betrays.

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We grow old, but never grow up, neither in this nor another life; we are just ghosts with heartbeats, simply unaware that we were here.

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Jun 16, 2020

Jun 16, 2020 at 6:06 AM UTC

Ghosts with heartbeats

We grow old, but never grow up, neither in this nor another life; we are just ghosts with heartbeats, simply unaware that we were here.

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this stage became yours and the reality has fallen apart by the industrial silence I am but a reflection of your shadow gaslighted by your key-light deprived of my enlightenment there is no yesterday and tomorrow has never existed while the stone has its permanent role of aching my part is the interim of now

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Jun 15, 2020

Jun 15, 2020 at 5:32 AM UTC

interim

this stage became yours and the reality has fallen apart by the industrial silence I am but a reflection of your shadow gaslighted by your key-light deprived of my enlightenment there is no yesterday and tomorrow has never existed while the stone has its permanent role of aching my part is the interim of now

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He is waiting for someone else to put the words into his mouth instead, he would say out loud his own. And as pretending the singing, he merges into unpossessed voices hiding his song in the noise. I cannot make out his words, though: I misread his lips - mistaking a pop song for a pray; a lip-synced psalm, and believe every word he shares.

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Jun 14, 2020

Jun 14, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC

A lip-synced psalm

He is waiting for someone else to put the words into his mouth instead, he would say out loud his own. And as pretending the singing, he merges into unpossessed voices hiding his song in the noise. I cannot make out his words, though: I misread his lips - mistaking a pop song for a pray; a lip-synced psalm, and believe every word he shares.

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And I wore my mask for so long that it quite burnt onto my face.

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Jun 12, 2020

Jun 12, 2020 at 10:01 AM UTC

Mask

And I wore my mask for so long that it quite burnt onto my face.

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