lynx-ng - Hello Poetry

no longer will i follow creatures of convenience trail of red petals disguised as blood though your name i cannot forget regret may haunt every line i will etch it on paper till the essence seeps into fibre ink on paper thoughts on soul what i could give is never enough

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Sep 15, 2018

Sep 15, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC

heavy

no longer will i follow creatures of convenience trail of red petals disguised as blood though your name i cannot forget regret may haunt every line i will etch it on paper till the essence seeps into fibre ink on paper thoughts on soul what i could give is never enough

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I am as a leaf in the river flowing down tributaries dew drops are my sweat and tears winds billow and brush against me while waters swirl beneath whether I was in turbulence or dancing wild was my choice I see it only now as I traverse the waters I meet many others each with their own paths own pasts own histories own stories was it me who crossed their paths or them mine? who amongst leaves, you and I could judge, or would say, “that is a life well-lived” when we are ceaselessly ushered current upon currents out to the great beyond

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Dec 1, 2015

Dec 1, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC

as a leaf

I am as a leaf in the river flowing down tributaries dew drops are my sweat and tears winds billow and brush against me while waters swirl beneath whether I was in turbulence or dancing wild was my choice I see it only now as I traverse the waters I meet many others each with their own paths own pasts own histories own stories was it me who crossed their paths or them mine? who amongst leaves, you and I could judge, or would say, “that is a life well-lived” when we are ceaselessly ushered current upon currents out to the great beyond

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there is no love love has melded with the rain and flowed from my cheek there is no love love has been confined to the pictures we took there is no love love that a careless word we forgot to say i love you . means nothing is nothing and leads to nothing

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Feb 14, 2015

Feb 14, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC

there is no love

there is no love love has melded with the rain and flowed from my cheek there is no love love has been confined to the pictures we took there is no love love that a careless word we forgot to say i love you . means nothing is nothing and leads to nothing

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We bring around little worlds searching colliding hoping that someone will share the same skies in our little worlds It doesn't hurt that much. We carry our little worlds against the great big one outside and when we find that this big world is both more and less beautiful than ours reality hits us You'll see it if you know where to look. We cover our little worlds our faces smiling a facade a breakwater against the waves of which some call fate some call living It's okay. Even when it's not. We hide within our little worlds a part of us to others unknown our little paradise of sands from eternal shores in it we find peace in chaos without we find chaos, even in peace What we don't know can't hurt us. We live in our little worlds against the cruelties of reality of responsibility of expectations and of disappointments we closed it too slowly it has seeped in somehow Sshhh. And then I find we are our little worlds whether darkness or in light.

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Jan 31, 2015

Jan 31, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC

little worlds.

We bring around little worlds searching colliding hoping that someone will share the same skies in our little worlds It doesn't hurt that much. We carry our little worlds against the great big one outside and when we find that this big world is both more and less beautiful than ours reality hits us You'll see it if you know where to look. We cover our little worlds our faces smiling a facade a breakwater against the waves of which some call fate some call living It's okay. Even when it's not. We hide within our little worlds a part of us to others unknown our little paradise of sands from eternal shores in it we find peace in chaos without we find chaos, even in peace What we don't know can't hurt us. We live in our little worlds against the cruelties of reality of responsibility of expectations and of disappointments we closed it too slowly it has seeped in somehow Sshhh. And then I find we are our little worlds whether darkness or in light.

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