o_bzns - Hello Poetry

i don’t know if you feel my presence in the the first rays of dawn or when you are staring at the sky for no reason at all wondering, whose eyes you are looking at or when you are staring at the ground, bent under your burden and all of a sudden you remember to move on and take a deep breath i don’t know if you feel my presence in the calm night after a long year or when you count the stripes of a tiger while he looks at you clashing his teeth. i don’t even know who asked me to tell you this but i need to tell you, i’m sorry that it took me so long i hope you will hear it in time, i was asked to tell you: you’ll be fine.

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Dec 24, 2024

Dec 24, 2024 at 10:17 AM UTC

o_bzns

.message

i don’t know if you feel my presence in the the first rays of dawn or when you are staring at the sky for no reason at all wondering, whose eyes you are looking at or when you are staring at the ground, bent under your burden and all of a sudden you remember to move on and take a deep breath i don’t know if you feel my presence in the calm night after a long year or when you count the stripes of a tiger while he looks at you clashing his teeth. i don’t even know who asked me to tell you this but i need to tell you, i’m sorry that it took me so long i hope you will hear it in time, i was asked to tell you: you’ll be fine.

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i’m still wearing a necklace you gave me once, made of that shark’s teeth you battled with in your dreams. i’m still removing the thorns of your single rose from my hand. as i pull them out one by one, i look at each and i ask myself: does it still feel like the part of me? do you still feel like a part of me? do you still feel?

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Dec 21, 2024

Dec 21, 2024 at 2:13 PM UTC

o_bzns

. the process of reclaiming wholeness

i’m still wearing a necklace you gave me once, made of that shark’s teeth you battled with in your dreams. i’m still removing the thorns of your single rose from my hand. as i pull them out one by one, i look at each and i ask myself: does it still feel like the part of me? do you still feel like a part of me? do you still feel?

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the wind was dissecting the twigs to the leaves the wind and the tree were not aware of each other or maybe they were more aware than i am standing there under the ribs of the clouds they were whispering about time and a girl who rushed by, not knowing that time is end- less; and a man, whose wrinkles they were trying to smooth with some hope; and a minute that lasts for- ever and stops only once, when there’s a need to reset the clock for a new countdown. all they were talking about was simplicity, of not waiting for spring to come but just knowing it will.

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Dec 21, 2024

Dec 21, 2024 at 2:12 PM UTC

o_bzns

.scene of october

the wind was dissecting the twigs to the leaves the wind and the tree were not aware of each other or maybe they were more aware than i am standing there under the ribs of the clouds they were whispering about time and a girl who rushed by, not knowing that time is end- less; and a man, whose wrinkles they were trying to smooth with some hope; and a minute that lasts for- ever and stops only once, when there’s a need to reset the clock for a new countdown. all they were talking about was simplicity, of not waiting for spring to come but just knowing it will.

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NOT AN EASY PATH LEADS TO ME I’M THE WORD THAT MOVES THE MOUTH I’M THE EYE THAT MELTS INTO DEW AT THE FACE ON THE LEVEL OF A TRAIN WINDOW PASSING WATERFALLS AND CEMETERIES I’M THE PALM THAT TREMBLES WHILE PICKING A FLOWER I’M THE BREEZE THAT BREAKS INTO A HEAT I’M THE CURVED MIRROR ON THE SURFACE OF A LAKE I’M THE AIR THAT STANDS STILL I’M THE NOTE SLIPPING FROM UNDER THE HAND OF GOD I’M THE ROADSIDE COVERED WITH THE TRACES OF PILGRIMS AND SHARDS OF THEIR NAMES I’M THE FLAME MEETING WATER FOR THE FIRST TIME I’M THE PIECE OF A SECOND IN THE WORLD’S HOUR I’M THE SENTENCE THAT BEGINS WITH A FULL STOP I’M A HUMAN AWAITING A HUMAN (WHO MUST APPEAR TO THEIR OWN SELF)

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Dec 21, 2024

Dec 21, 2024 at 2:09 PM UTC

o_bzns

I.AM

NOT AN EASY PATH LEADS TO ME I’M THE WORD THAT MOVES THE MOUTH I’M THE EYE THAT MELTS INTO DEW AT THE FACE ON THE LEVEL OF A TRAIN WINDOW PASSING WATERFALLS AND CEMETERIES I’M THE PALM THAT TREMBLES WHILE PICKING A FLOWER I’M THE BREEZE THAT BREAKS INTO A HEAT I’M THE CURVED MIRROR ON THE SURFACE OF A LAKE I’M THE AIR THAT STANDS STILL I’M THE NOTE SLIPPING FROM UNDER THE HAND OF GOD I’M THE ROADSIDE COVERED WITH THE TRACES OF PILGRIMS AND SHARDS OF THEIR NAMES I’M THE FLAME MEETING WATER FOR THE FIRST TIME I’M THE PIECE OF A SECOND IN THE WORLD’S HOUR I’M THE SENTENCE THAT BEGINS WITH A FULL STOP I’M A HUMAN AWAITING A HUMAN (WHO MUST APPEAR TO THEIR OWN SELF)

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if you want clarity,  ask the wind, be the wind,  see the dust you collect,  and tell yourself from it. be the wind, and see through.  if needed, be the dust.

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Nov 20, 2024

Nov 20, 2024 at 1:57 PM UTC

o_bzns

.clarity

if you want clarity,  ask the wind, be the wind,  see the dust you collect,  and tell yourself from it. be the wind, and see through.  if needed, be the dust.

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