gencarreon - Hello Poetry

bloom — where you are planted and from this your growth is reminded you may think that your flower will wither but i'd always be here to sprinkle you with water bloom — wherever you may be like a sweet nectar that entices the bee preparing for the awakening of spring filled with endless capabilities you bring bloom — for everyone to see but also for you and me together we soar and nobody else can destroy flourishing with you, my f l o w e r b o y .

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Nov 4, 2021

Nov 4, 2021 at 9:42 AM UTC

state of florescence; f l o w e r b o y

bloom — where you are planted and from this your growth is reminded you may think that your flower will wither but i'd always be here to sprinkle you with water bloom — wherever you may be like a sweet nectar that entices the bee preparing for the awakening of spring filled with endless capabilities you bring bloom — for everyone to see but also for you and me together we soar and nobody else can destroy flourishing with you, my f l o w e r b o y .

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we witness things from our frame of minds but we can never foresee what transpires next, in view of the fact that life thoroughly shackles us and takes our souls to the fathomless world. people ought to seek for answers though most of the time, they go missing & empty handed and will forever remain a mystery unsolved. like events in our lives that manifests significantly engraves marks, stains, and wounds of the past, in a way our minds would never cease to forget. — g.c.

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Jul 9, 2021

Jul 9, 2021 at 11:25 PM UTC

catastrophe

we witness things from our frame of minds but we can never foresee what transpires next, in view of the fact that life thoroughly shackles us and takes our souls to the fathomless world. people ought to seek for answers though most of the time, they go missing & empty handed and will forever remain a mystery unsolved. like events in our lives that manifests significantly engraves marks, stains, and wounds of the past, in a way our minds would never cease to forget. — g.c.

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the ones that constantly play on my mind, now etched inside his head he'd make you feel profound things converting a blank page into a room full of thoughts and visualizations waiting to be filled with intention by the way his fingertips graze over canvas strokes, hues, and lines every exquisite detail the lead scraping across the paper shadows that protrude the overall portrait contemplating to contrast the grays forming vivid illustrations no one would ever envision the paper comes to life before my eyes it's like he never had to use his own hands to touch each & every part of me i only see him in monochrome but he penetrates me with all kinds of hues i hope he realizes that he himself, is art. my art.

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Mar 15, 2021

Mar 15, 2021 at 11:28 PM UTC

monochromatic

the ones that constantly play on my mind, now etched inside his head he'd make you feel profound things converting a blank page into a room full of thoughts and visualizations waiting to be filled with intention by the way his fingertips graze over canvas strokes, hues, and lines every exquisite detail the lead scraping across the paper shadows that protrude the overall portrait contemplating to contrast the grays forming vivid illustrations no one would ever envision the paper comes to life before my eyes it's like he never had to use his own hands to touch each & every part of me i only see him in monochrome but he penetrates me with all kinds of hues i hope he realizes that he himself, is art. my art.

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do we conceive each other in such different ambiance? like how eyes aim to see souls instead of faces, bodies and flesh how different our concepts of beauty would be detaching away from the standards and norms of society such appearances are neglected interiors over exteriors if only we see thru things beyond nakedness bound from expectance when one does not feel a stranger of her own skin — g.c. "- then i learned that society is broken, not me."

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Feb 27, 2021

Feb 27, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC

beyond flesh

do we conceive each other in such different ambiance? like how eyes aim to see souls instead of faces, bodies and flesh how different our concepts of beauty would be detaching away from the standards and norms of society such appearances are neglected interiors over exteriors if only we see thru things beyond nakedness bound from expectance when one does not feel a stranger of her own skin — g.c. "- then i learned that society is broken, not me."

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