lemonyoide - Hello Poetry

the sun and moon will always cycle, but the sun always lasts longer for the sun still rises to scorch my face and call me a fool for the moon is kind but barely pays my conscious a visit instead i must be hopeful for the moon, even if the wait is long because crisp nights are when most sleep and isolation means peace and isolation means coherence and isolation means when the soft breeze can lift me off my feet to carry me where i dream of being... but the sun will always rise and the world will always spin because no matter how hopeful i am that something better will happen, will occur, will prevail against all odds all of those belong to my subconscious which i can only access when the moon rises.

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Feb 27, 2021

Feb 27, 2021 at 1:11 PM UTC

moonsetter

the sun and moon will always cycle, but the sun always lasts longer for the sun still rises to scorch my face and call me a fool for the moon is kind but barely pays my conscious a visit instead i must be hopeful for the moon, even if the wait is long because crisp nights are when most sleep and isolation means peace and isolation means coherence and isolation means when the soft breeze can lift me off my feet to carry me where i dream of being... but the sun will always rise and the world will always spin because no matter how hopeful i am that something better will happen, will occur, will prevail against all odds all of those belong to my subconscious which i can only access when the moon rises.

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blessings and curses warlocks and muses some of the fleeting melodies this world uses diminishing moments crescendoing hours the allegro of my heartbeat, facing these encounters the event that struck a chord intrepid, might i add the milquetoast that's the real you and the ego you wish you had

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Dec 16, 2020

Dec 16, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC

fabricated

blessings and curses warlocks and muses some of the fleeting melodies this world uses diminishing moments crescendoing hours the allegro of my heartbeat, facing these encounters the event that struck a chord intrepid, might i add the milquetoast that's the real you and the ego you wish you had

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simple getaways like minecraft and drawing now keep me up; late nights and yawning i used to never stay up this late but now it's all i do it's these simple things that keep me thinking of you i miss you a lot i would hate to admit but what do you gain from carrying out this gambit? it's a dice roll on my feelings it's a gamble on yours; all of these emotions that i try to ignore

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Dec 16, 2020

Dec 16, 2020 at 10:44 AM UTC

pretenders

simple getaways like minecraft and drawing now keep me up; late nights and yawning i used to never stay up this late but now it's all i do it's these simple things that keep me thinking of you i miss you a lot i would hate to admit but what do you gain from carrying out this gambit? it's a dice roll on my feelings it's a gamble on yours; all of these emotions that i try to ignore

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sometimes i think they sap the love and happiness from me but that is okay i can always produce more that is my purpose i do think they prune me of what need not be there, though that's useful to me i'm scared of vine overgrowth my roots stay in place

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Dec 9, 2020

Dec 9, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC

maple

sometimes i think they sap the love and happiness from me but that is okay i can always produce more that is my purpose i do think they prune me of what need not be there, though that's useful to me i'm scared of vine overgrowth my roots stay in place

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"oh," i wheeze, out of breath-- i've fallen. into the pit i've dug, with a little bit of help from unsuspecting spectators, at that what a pathetic whelp "oh!" i cry, out of breath-- i've fallen. for someone. i've practically chosen death.

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Nov 20, 2020

Nov 20, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC

plaster

"oh," i wheeze, out of breath-- i've fallen. into the pit i've dug, with a little bit of help from unsuspecting spectators, at that what a pathetic whelp "oh!" i cry, out of breath-- i've fallen. for someone. i've practically chosen death.

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