leocardo_reis - Hello Poetry

To wake, to ponder, to fall asleep to the tidal rhythm of ones thoughts; at sea in ones own mind. There is no cessation, no reprieve, one only endures as though bracing for a storm. Even this cup that I drink from, holds too many memories. It all comes back, I am there again, adrift in the past.

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Jun 9, 2025

Jun 9, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC

Reminiscing

To wake, to ponder, to fall asleep to the tidal rhythm of ones thoughts; at sea in ones own mind. There is no cessation, no reprieve, one only endures as though bracing for a storm. Even this cup that I drink from, holds too many memories. It all comes back, I am there again, adrift in the past.

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The bitter taste of morning brew delights my weary heart; it sparks in me the rising sun. Coffee, we cannot part!

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Jun 9, 2025

Jun 9, 2025 at 8:51 AM UTC

Morning coffee

The bitter taste of morning brew delights my weary heart; it sparks in me the rising sun. Coffee, we cannot part!

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Water flowing gently from a small stream uphill, living from moment to moment, so, too, seems the passage of time. But listen to an old song, read a forgotten book, trace over an old wound, see how the years tug at the corners of a face you had once loved, then time seems as a torrent, like cascading white waters rushing toward nothing in particular, relentless in its passing; we are here for only a moment. Where are they now? I wonder. The stream flows gently. I walk quietly uphill towards the setting sun.

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Jun 7, 2025

Jun 7, 2025 at 9:36 AM UTC

Passing of time

Water flowing gently from a small stream uphill, living from moment to moment, so, too, seems the passage of time. But listen to an old song, read a forgotten book, trace over an old wound, see how the years tug at the corners of a face you had once loved, then time seems as a torrent, like cascading white waters rushing toward nothing in particular, relentless in its passing; we are here for only a moment. Where are they now? I wonder. The stream flows gently. I walk quietly uphill towards the setting sun.

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My heart is not here. It is elsewhere. I only tend to this cage, awaiting its return. I wake at night and, peering into the dark, stare longingly at shadows. Here the world is still, and yet within me a torrent. I live my life, but something is clasping at my throat. Forceful, eager, it is there right now. I try to keep it down, I bite my tongue and drown it with the usual poisons, but this only urges it. It fights me; I only contain it. Each bout spurs renewed vigour. It is there at my throat, waiting for me to scream.

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Apr 16, 2025

Apr 16, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC

Reckoning

My heart is not here. It is elsewhere. I only tend to this cage, awaiting its return. I wake at night and, peering into the dark, stare longingly at shadows. Here the world is still, and yet within me a torrent. I live my life, but something is clasping at my throat. Forceful, eager, it is there right now. I try to keep it down, I bite my tongue and drown it with the usual poisons, but this only urges it. It fights me; I only contain it. Each bout spurs renewed vigour. It is there at my throat, waiting for me to scream.

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I cannot write. I put aside the pen, I turn off the light. I step outside into the falling dusk, lowering my head as if to console myself, whispering tenderly, 'this is only temporary.' It has been years, I still cannot write.

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Apr 16, 2025

Apr 16, 2025 at 5:38 PM UTC

Stagnation

I cannot write. I put aside the pen, I turn off the light. I step outside into the falling dusk, lowering my head as if to console myself, whispering tenderly, 'this is only temporary.' It has been years, I still cannot write.

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I am stuck in limbo awaiting tragedy, as a leaf awaits a gust to tear it free from its branch. I am shrouded in stillness; a blissful peace. I will look back on these days and think "I did not know what I had" Not far from now, life will twist into a cascade of irreversible losses. I can feel it stirring, an everlasting sorrow, like the wind kicking leaves at my feet. I will change forever.

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Oct 12, 2024

Oct 12, 2024 at 6:37 PM UTC

Change

I am stuck in limbo awaiting tragedy, as a leaf awaits a gust to tear it free from its branch. I am shrouded in stillness; a blissful peace. I will look back on these days and think "I did not know what I had" Not far from now, life will twist into a cascade of irreversible losses. I can feel it stirring, an everlasting sorrow, like the wind kicking leaves at my feet. I will change forever.

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Few things in life feel as divine as forgiveness. To be told that I am worthy of a new start, feels miraculous. For all my mistakes, I am not without hope.

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Jan 2, 2024

Jan 2, 2024 at 1:43 AM UTC

Forgiveness

Few things in life feel as divine as forgiveness. To be told that I am worthy of a new start, feels miraculous. For all my mistakes, I am not without hope.

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I confess, I do not know if I will make it. The road ahead is long. My time here is short. I have heard that the end of each journey is just the start of another. I hold these words closely as I walk into the encroaching night.

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Jan 2, 2024

Jan 2, 2024 at 1:19 AM UTC

The end of a path

I confess, I do not know if I will make it. The road ahead is long. My time here is short. I have heard that the end of each journey is just the start of another. I hold these words closely as I walk into the encroaching night.

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I no longer love you, but in recollection I would still use as many words as before.

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Nov 20, 2023

Nov 20, 2023 at 2:41 PM UTC

Melancholy