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hulio
“Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.” - Aristotle
I will not think of you, at certain moments in songs but I will remember you with a shutter, and in times when my wounds still feel fresh I will not try to forget you but keep you around for the lessons I learned in case I need to brush up on how to feel like I don't matter because these feelings come in dark times when all I need is a light, I once thought your love was a candle guiding me home with your warm glow but your love was the blindfold covering my eyes stopping me from seeing the obvious, it was keeping me in the darkness
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
Realization
Because sometimes, something just hits you and you're not sure why it hits you, or what direction it came from, but you stop what your doing and feel it. In your bones, in your soul, in your chest. And you're not sure if its realization or just fleeting moments like you have become unnumb. But its raw and it hurts. It shifts your thoughts and changes something if I only knew what that something was.
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
Something
Backyard sunlight pours through, the gaps between the yellowing leaves. Fresh ash from last night's flames, fuelled from last summers longing looks. Crumbles in a warm september morning's breeze only to move on and dissappear, without notice. Just like the feelings carelessly felt and the naive words uttered between you and I
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
You and I
I will not worry about it For I know the sun will rise tomorrow And make life shine In the same way, that you always did I will not worry about it For I see you in my dreams And when I wake up tomorrow, I will be certain, that I'm one day closer to you
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Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 8:07 PM UTC
After You
It's hard to know what to say, when you won't say anything at all. Here we are, feelings from months ago. I can't help but feel stuck, somewhere between here and there. This is it, this is it. I want to feel close to you, but I don't know where to begin. We have no choice. I can not heave my heart into my mind. I have no choice, I have no right way. I can not explain my heart to myself So I hope I can explain it to you. But if I can't; know that it belongs to your heart. For you're the only one it beats for.
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Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 9:55 PM UTC
Importantly aimless
I can't help the way I feel Or the words I write Or if the words I say Will lead to a fight I don't know the meaning of life And I can't cure cancer I don't even know myself So I'm gonna make up my own answers I can roll my tongue But I can't wriggle my ears I can't trust a soul But I can learn from my fears I don't know what love is Or how it takes hold of your heart How it will end Or how it even starts
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May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 8:18 PM UTC
This is what I know
Words written down But they won't stay Mountains moved In a whole new way Words spoken a loud Cannot be taken back Crystal clear But conviction they lack Words with true feeling Come from the soul They make your heart beat And for moments, you're whole Words can live But never die Put you in a grave Or let you fly
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May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 12:57 PM UTC
Utterance
I see nothing more than what I want How great this is and what is now Nothing more than mindless words My feelings, written on this pad Expression with a tolence for emotion Nothing more than what already is Everything is relative Everything is anything with a twist of something Forever and ever is not to be When time traps life in ways it will not find its way out
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May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 7:42 PM UTC
Words