miso - Hello Poetry

alas! the world has crumbled— beneath stars and broken hearts stories and bones in shattered shards devil searches salvation foretold for us with eyes eternity uphold shall look upon this wild whirlwind with grit and sand, welcome our end turn nothing to life and death history no more upon our breath shall earth restore such infinity forever void of humanity

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Nov 27, 2014

Nov 27, 2014 at 7:01 AM UTC

apocalypse (or, what the world should’ve done)

alas! the world has crumbled— beneath stars and broken hearts stories and bones in shattered shards devil searches salvation foretold for us with eyes eternity uphold shall look upon this wild whirlwind with grit and sand, welcome our end turn nothing to life and death history no more upon our breath shall earth restore such infinity forever void of humanity

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Does anyone want me Because I don’t want myself anymore

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC

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Does anyone want me Because I don’t want myself anymore

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tears for my vision you wonder what i see a past slaying for attention while memories are slaying me

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Oct 5, 2014

Oct 5, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC

nostalgia

tears for my vision you wonder what i see a past slaying for attention while memories are slaying me

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do you remember how we met, when the air tasted like the sea and you were heading where you swore to never return for the love you could not have, but made you choose the choices you made, then with the leakage which tasted of the ocean only wishing you were seventy not seventeen or fourteen or -teen— that at the second we never touched, the greeting we never exchanged, the lives we could not save flowed all behind the day we did not happen— but hey i know your story as if inked under my skin where your sun does not fade and your sky does no harm and the sea no more than the sea— us on different frequencies of never ending rain- behind our eyelids i saw you in all the times you existed without me— you are not alone you who did not want to be remembered but wanted only to live; we never crossed- never crossed but i found your heart in the way it tried to beat- to beat through the chaos and the voices and the shadows that were not yours, i also know of the sorry you repeatedly whispered inside and whispered out loud- then you were gone— your story your heart i found them inside my veins in all my air and bones- oh i know of the bones and even the shadows, those with no masters— i discovered you who i did not meet- and for having remembered those memories that are not mine, for having recalled you your story your pain: i am sorry

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Dec 9, 2013

Dec 9, 2013 at 8:02 AM UTC

You who did not want to be, Remembered

do you remember how we met, when the air tasted like the sea and you were heading where you swore to never return for the love you could not have, but made you choose the choices you made, then with the leakage which tasted of the ocean only wishing you were seventy not seventeen or fourteen or -teen— that at the second we never touched, the greeting we never exchanged, the lives we could not save flowed all behind the day we did not happen— but hey i know your story as if inked under my skin where your sun does not fade and your sky does no harm and the sea no more than the sea— us on different frequencies of never ending rain- behind our eyelids i saw you in all the times you existed without me— you are not alone you who did not want to be remembered but wanted only to live; we never crossed- never crossed but i found your heart in the way it tried to beat- to beat through the chaos and the voices and the shadows that were not yours, i also know of the sorry you repeatedly whispered inside and whispered out loud- then you were gone— your story your heart i found them inside my veins in all my air and bones- oh i know of the bones and even the shadows, those with no masters— i discovered you who i did not meet- and for having remembered those memories that are not mine, for having recalled you your story your pain: i am sorry

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Time and space unidentifiable Afloat midair—hands and feet Reasons and instincts, a hazy distance Focus. Stumbling awkwardly—a dull thud—all faults are revealed On one ankle, a societal ***** tightens Calloused by sharp emotions, numbed on hardened skin I, on show behind the glass case—but that isn't me All the truths became fiction, therefore I became a lie Cake this mind of mine with makeup, don't let the sadness smear A whirlpool, a hollow core, conflicted once again At this point—although overdue: Can this muddy rock still become the promised pearl? A lurking presence of my fading self In an unknown place, out of reach There's the brutal wind, crashing- Stumbling again, trampling in dust Did the colours just fade? My vision has never been this grey That vibrant self of mine, where has it gone- Is it gone "Without conditions you must struggle," Those people aren't my enemies, don't misunderstand There simply was nobody by my side Walking this place alone so no one could hurt me—backfired The world looks so noisy from the outside Better readjust that person of mine So I can at least fall asleep some day, even if by accident To recover from this senseless jetlag of emotions Traveled within the strict space of a room I'll breathe it well—the last cold gush of air To those creatures who coexisted within me Have you all been well?

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Nov 4, 2013

Nov 4, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC

Again, as expected

Time and space unidentifiable Afloat midair—hands and feet Reasons and instincts, a hazy distance Focus. Stumbling awkwardly—a dull thud—all faults are revealed On one ankle, a societal ***** tightens Calloused by sharp emotions, numbed on hardened skin I, on show behind the glass case—but that isn't me All the truths became fiction, therefore I became a lie Cake this mind of mine with makeup, don't let the sadness smear A whirlpool, a hollow core, conflicted once again At this point—although overdue: Can this muddy rock still become the promised pearl? A lurking presence of my fading self In an unknown place, out of reach There's the brutal wind, crashing- Stumbling again, trampling in dust Did the colours just fade? My vision has never been this grey That vibrant self of mine, where has it gone- Is it gone "Without conditions you must struggle," Those people aren't my enemies, don't misunderstand There simply was nobody by my side Walking this place alone so no one could hurt me—backfired The world looks so noisy from the outside Better readjust that person of mine So I can at least fall asleep some day, even if by accident To recover from this senseless jetlag of emotions Traveled within the strict space of a room I'll breathe it well—the last cold gush of air To those creatures who coexisted within me Have you all been well?

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