m-g-hsieh - Hello Poetry

...fell down and shattered into a gadzillion pieces. It was an accident. It was fate. It was moment of weakness. It was meant to be. It was a gadzillion pieces of broken words, unkept promises, unspoken hopes. It was a gadzillion drops of tears, gusts of emotions, jigsawed thoughts. All those pieces swept into the wind, spread across sand and sea, whispered under every breath and buried... buried. They unfold and twist, collide and explode. Pressurized and purified, proven true, it lands back to the very heart of where it started-- with You.

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Jul 3, 2019

Jul 3, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC

It [i.e. I]

...fell down and shattered into a gadzillion pieces. It was an accident. It was fate. It was moment of weakness. It was meant to be. It was a gadzillion pieces of broken words, unkept promises, unspoken hopes. It was a gadzillion drops of tears, gusts of emotions, jigsawed thoughts. All those pieces swept into the wind, spread across sand and sea, whispered under every breath and buried... buried. They unfold and twist, collide and explode. Pressurized and purified, proven true, it lands back to the very heart of where it started-- with You.

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What no ears have heard nor eyes have seen Peppermills and pancakes Love like no other poetry to perceive the beauty in life in pain in darkness in sin What no mind can see nor hearts can hear The secret byways and highways Untold Unkept In allways I've not met you I've not known Yet, in noways and nothing is everything in you.

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Jul 1, 2019

Jul 1, 2019 at 9:00 AM UTC

Unknown

What no ears have heard nor eyes have seen Peppermills and pancakes Love like no other poetry to perceive the beauty in life in pain in darkness in sin What no mind can see nor hearts can hear The secret byways and highways Untold Unkept In allways I've not met you I've not known Yet, in noways and nothing is everything in you.

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Flutter of an evening chill the black rain, bores into me Another diamond engulfs me Opaque Tarnished Branded Announces a failing flickering candle then smoke The lower breeds Lust Consumes

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Jun 4, 2019

Jun 4, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC

Weak

Flutter of an evening chill the black rain, bores into me Another diamond engulfs me Opaque Tarnished Branded Announces a failing flickering candle then smoke The lower breeds Lust Consumes

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The ebbs and flows of withered grass and moss green skies Alone I still hold your hand watch seabirds fly The pond searching between my toes and i fly with them Still holding your hand

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May 28, 2019

May 28, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC

Mantra

The ebbs and flows of withered grass and moss green skies Alone I still hold your hand watch seabirds fly The pond searching between my toes and i fly with them Still holding your hand

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there are things worse than death. death is a release. A culmination of things, of who you were. i come here to think of all the things i can be thankful for. the low lights are drowning the stars tonight. they push them deeper into the heavens like a fetus refused its way out. a plane flies by where birds used to flock. the sound of sirens and construction pounding and clicking is acceptable tonight. i can talk to you and not feel awkward. the crane rotates next to me. i've never seen one of those when i was young. workers carry on, laboring for minimum. the gusts of wind blankets me with a chill. i embrace it. the freedom of the wind. not knowing where it comes from or where it goes. it could be you.

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Feb 25, 2019

Feb 25, 2019 at 6:21 AM UTC

harmony

there are things worse than death. death is a release. A culmination of things, of who you were. i come here to think of all the things i can be thankful for. the low lights are drowning the stars tonight. they push them deeper into the heavens like a fetus refused its way out. a plane flies by where birds used to flock. the sound of sirens and construction pounding and clicking is acceptable tonight. i can talk to you and not feel awkward. the crane rotates next to me. i've never seen one of those when i was young. workers carry on, laboring for minimum. the gusts of wind blankets me with a chill. i embrace it. the freedom of the wind. not knowing where it comes from or where it goes. it could be you.

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En Soul-ment and tone Will never fade away The undulating skies and fervent seas The bowels of grass and **** The mighty winds Careless tangles of swarms and open bridges and catfish and crayfish and The reverberations of sounds and laughter Sonorous and somnolent and alabaster Mounds its way through the desert storms and wingless chills Panafery conglomerates itself Call me It calls me And extolls itself Exaults itself Highly highly praise and praises be

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Feb 21, 2019

Feb 21, 2019 at 10:24 AM UTC

This will not make sense

En Soul-ment and tone Will never fade away The undulating skies and fervent seas The bowels of grass and **** The mighty winds Careless tangles of swarms and open bridges and catfish and crayfish and The reverberations of sounds and laughter Sonorous and somnolent and alabaster Mounds its way through the desert storms and wingless chills Panafery conglomerates itself Call me It calls me And extolls itself Exaults itself Highly highly praise and praises be

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You say and i heard - the ease of this pain, the taming of the winds. Howling the unspoken, never knowing the light of things is easily dismissed. An imagined feeling, a dreamful wish and such fancies. How many times have you visited and left messages and crumbs? Seeing the entirity before it ended, and your footprints lifting me until i flew across the sky this dead night in the daylight. Every snake and folly trampled on and the dirt roads travelled us far from each place, led me back without you. So i listen now, the silent vows fulfill themselves in time.

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Feb 4, 2019

Feb 4, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC

Revenant

You say and i heard - the ease of this pain, the taming of the winds. Howling the unspoken, never knowing the light of things is easily dismissed. An imagined feeling, a dreamful wish and such fancies. How many times have you visited and left messages and crumbs? Seeing the entirity before it ended, and your footprints lifting me until i flew across the sky this dead night in the daylight. Every snake and folly trampled on and the dirt roads travelled us far from each place, led me back without you. So i listen now, the silent vows fulfill themselves in time.

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I want to hold you until a certain time of day when the sun lays his head on the winter grass, gazing steadily unto you. We turn our eyes and avert meager glares and hoisted brows. Alas! What makes this day unlike any other? The telltale signs of freedom and solitude whispers among the dreams and fairytaled wonders we foresaw. I want to hold you one last time. -----•○●*●○•---- Look ahead Buried deep in the ocean's array of waves Evening passes The screaming nights The deep silence And the stillness of This moment This eternity

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Jan 28, 2019

Jan 28, 2019 at 9:03 AM UTC

and so, it goes...

I want to hold you until a certain time of day when the sun lays his head on the winter grass, gazing steadily unto you. We turn our eyes and avert meager glares and hoisted brows. Alas! What makes this day unlike any other? The telltale signs of freedom and solitude whispers among the dreams and fairytaled wonders we foresaw. I want to hold you one last time. -----•○●*●○•---- Look ahead Buried deep in the ocean's array of waves Evening passes The screaming nights The deep silence And the stillness of This moment This eternity

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Blue and somber white, I ask that you ponder in your waking dreams and solid songs to bare the fruits with these eyes like children and horses and such. Naked and trembling. You frighten me. Words of a thousand suns are witness. They cross out the years of servitude and grace. Absolutions. They yearn to survive until they crave mortality. I am about to give way. To see you with fresh sight, hear the voice of another betrayal. Thus far, there is only One I have never seen I have never heard I have never known. Cruelty abates itself, shuns itself. We wait in silence and petulance, longing for a day to last a thousand days and more.

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Dec 20, 2018

Dec 20, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC

Crosses

Blue and somber white, I ask that you ponder in your waking dreams and solid songs to bare the fruits with these eyes like children and horses and such. Naked and trembling. You frighten me. Words of a thousand suns are witness. They cross out the years of servitude and grace. Absolutions. They yearn to survive until they crave mortality. I am about to give way. To see you with fresh sight, hear the voice of another betrayal. Thus far, there is only One I have never seen I have never heard I have never known. Cruelty abates itself, shuns itself. We wait in silence and petulance, longing for a day to last a thousand days and more.

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II silence "I fear I may lose myself before our first kiss..." Fifty calls later we still talk about nothing And nothing is certain Not the wildfires Not the rainstorms Just this beating of the clock...

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Dec 2, 2018

Dec 2, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC

Courtship of the lost and wild

II silence "I fear I may lose myself before our first kiss..." Fifty calls later we still talk about nothing And nothing is certain Not the wildfires Not the rainstorms Just this beating of the clock...

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