musicians_of_3stars - Hello Poetry

One is never truly alone and neglected if the sun kisses your face, the wind creeps into your pores, the moon shines her light on you, and if the stars follow you wherever you go. For you see, if even these things notice you, then you're not truly alone now, are you?

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Dec 13, 2020

Dec 13, 2020 at 5:42 PM UTC

Alone, no.

One is never truly alone and neglected if the sun kisses your face, the wind creeps into your pores, the moon shines her light on you, and if the stars follow you wherever you go. For you see, if even these things notice you, then you're not truly alone now, are you?

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The best time of thoughts is when you bite your tongue in your sleep and wake up realizing it was in response to the pain you didn't want to endure even in subconsciousness

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Dec 4, 2020

Dec 4, 2020 at 1:12 AM UTC

5:27 in the Morning

The best time of thoughts is when you bite your tongue in your sleep and wake up realizing it was in response to the pain you didn't want to endure even in subconsciousness

7

All is still, with the water so cold. Gravity pulls down and ***** us in. Our bodies lacking the response to push right back. The darkness surrounds our closed vision as we get pulled down. Both of us remembering our relationship with the water that brings us calm.

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Jun 10, 2020

Jun 10, 2020 at 10:37 PM UTC

the ladder leading to the water.

All is still, with the water so cold. Gravity pulls down and ***** us in. Our bodies lacking the response to push right back. The darkness surrounds our closed vision as we get pulled down. Both of us remembering our relationship with the water that brings us calm.

6

You kept secrets. As did I. Difference is, yours broke Me.

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Jun 2, 2020

Jun 2, 2020 at 10:28 PM UTC

I'm Trying to Understand

You kept secrets. As did I. Difference is, yours broke Me.

5

There's a fly on my window. Stuck between the glass and the blinds. I yell to it, "Why do you trap yourself! Just get out!" But I realize there's no fly on my window. It's just the buzzing in my head, the one that traumatizes me to let go of my anger and my demons.

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Jun 2, 2020

Jun 2, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC

Falling Asleep to the Melody of my Anger.

There's a fly on my window. Stuck between the glass and the blinds. I yell to it, "Why do you trap yourself! Just get out!" But I realize there's no fly on my window. It's just the buzzing in my head, the one that traumatizes me to let go of my anger and my demons.

8

You sat next to me. You were on your sixth slice of pizza. I was seated next to you. Pretending to read my book. We both smiled... Not knowing what would happen next.

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Jun 2, 2020

Jun 2, 2020 at 2:07 AM UTC

Our First "Date" if you will

You sat next to me. You were on your sixth slice of pizza. I was seated next to you. Pretending to read my book. We both smiled... Not knowing what would happen next.

6

Even the most patient lose their perseverance, Even the most faithful lose their fidelity, Even the most loved lose their devotion. Even the most human lose their humanity.

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Jun 1, 2020

Jun 1, 2020 at 4:14 PM UTC

losing strives to win

Even the most patient lose their perseverance, Even the most faithful lose their fidelity, Even the most loved lose their devotion. Even the most human lose their humanity.

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That hug could have lasted longer if dreams weren't what they are... an envision of the imagination; the complex mechanics that distinguishes the real from what the mind and heart separately want.

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May 22, 2020

May 22, 2020 at 7:45 PM UTC

Dreams

That hug could have lasted longer if dreams weren't what they are... an envision of the imagination; the complex mechanics that distinguishes the real from what the mind and heart separately want.

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You were my ever-after, but I failed to exist to you.

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Mar 25, 2020

Mar 25, 2020 at 3:00 AM UTC

Blinded