kyle-dionysus - Hello Poetry

Exhales of fog lighten the air. Summer dread begins. Climbing high, left hand smeared with blood. Climbing up. Right elbow smashed. Further, further. I look down. Nothing but mistakes. I see myself walking up this path. My feet are bare. I feel the mud between my toes. As I continue walking I feel water drops on my skin. I don’t feel cold. Running, leaping as the ground caves in, higher faster, I get a hand to connect, pulling myself up barely. My hair starts feeling wet. The clouds above me begin to roar

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Nov 12, 2024

Nov 12, 2024 at 2:08 PM UTC

Broken toe

Exhales of fog lighten the air. Summer dread begins. Climbing high, left hand smeared with blood. Climbing up. Right elbow smashed. Further, further. I look down. Nothing but mistakes. I see myself walking up this path. My feet are bare. I feel the mud between my toes. As I continue walking I feel water drops on my skin. I don’t feel cold. Running, leaping as the ground caves in, higher faster, I get a hand to connect, pulling myself up barely. My hair starts feeling wet. The clouds above me begin to roar

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Water, illicit, lost towards infinity, never-ending growth. Flawless loosening of window, eternal rewards.

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Nov 22, 2022

Nov 22, 2022 at 6:43 PM UTC

Wilting Flower

Water, illicit, lost towards infinity, never-ending growth. Flawless loosening of window, eternal rewards.

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I still remember that day. The unsettling unease. The drive, I still remember the feeling of the cool air against my skin. The silence of my phone. The increased rate of my heartbeats. Something was wrong, I felt it as if the sky itself was telling me. The memories that follow I can never unsee, as if it was stained perfectly in my mind. That day my heart sank into the abyss. If only I was sooner. Can’t help but find it comedically painful.

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Aug 1, 2022

Aug 1, 2022 at 4:24 PM UTC

December 11, 2016

I still remember that day. The unsettling unease. The drive, I still remember the feeling of the cool air against my skin. The silence of my phone. The increased rate of my heartbeats. Something was wrong, I felt it as if the sky itself was telling me. The memories that follow I can never unsee, as if it was stained perfectly in my mind. That day my heart sank into the abyss. If only I was sooner. Can’t help but find it comedically painful.

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Words Funny right. More words. The sand feels so soft under my feet. Sunken emotions, rain drops pour. Walking the sand is drenched. Tears hidden by the clouds cycle. Words, meaningless, don’t believe words. Taking steps forward, the harder it is to drag my legs through the current. The winds pushes me. Which way will I go?

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May 17, 2022

May 17, 2022 at 5:33 PM UTC

Oceans

Words Funny right. More words. The sand feels so soft under my feet. Sunken emotions, rain drops pour. Walking the sand is drenched. Tears hidden by the clouds cycle. Words, meaningless, don’t believe words. Taking steps forward, the harder it is to drag my legs through the current. The winds pushes me. Which way will I go?

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Laying with my eyes closed, I feel a cool breeze against my skin. I begin hearing the restless waves coming nearer. My hand begins feeling the wet sea sand. My eyes can barely open, with a small glimpse of the midnight sky with no moon or start in sight. The waves start knocking me, the cold sea water feels relatively reassuring. My blood begins to drain out into the ocean. I am not even sure if I still have my legs. I start hearing a voice as the ocean waves start crashing over me.

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Jan 16, 2021

Jan 16, 2021 at 3:07 PM UTC

The beach

Laying with my eyes closed, I feel a cool breeze against my skin. I begin hearing the restless waves coming nearer. My hand begins feeling the wet sea sand. My eyes can barely open, with a small glimpse of the midnight sky with no moon or start in sight. The waves start knocking me, the cold sea water feels relatively reassuring. My blood begins to drain out into the ocean. I am not even sure if I still have my legs. I start hearing a voice as the ocean waves start crashing over me.

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Where have I been? I’ve been climbing mountains, not metaphoric mountains, but real ground, rocky, tree and shrub bearing mountains. I’ve been sitting in the middle of forests, listening to what my senses tell me. For nature is all I need. Why don’t I write anymore? Let me ask you this, what is the point in writing? Whatever I write has already been written. There are so many different languages and writings in this world already. So is there really a point in writing, when these words will be redundant and forgotten? Instead I’m more fascinated by reading these different writings across the world that I can relate to. At times translations can be troublesome but it is worth the knowledge gained. Maybe if I have something to share with the world that hasn’t already been shared, I’ll write again.

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Apr 4, 2020

Apr 4, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC

Writings

Where have I been? I’ve been climbing mountains, not metaphoric mountains, but real ground, rocky, tree and shrub bearing mountains. I’ve been sitting in the middle of forests, listening to what my senses tell me. For nature is all I need. Why don’t I write anymore? Let me ask you this, what is the point in writing? Whatever I write has already been written. There are so many different languages and writings in this world already. So is there really a point in writing, when these words will be redundant and forgotten? Instead I’m more fascinated by reading these different writings across the world that I can relate to. At times translations can be troublesome but it is worth the knowledge gained. Maybe if I have something to share with the world that hasn’t already been shared, I’ll write again.

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