odette-malise - Hello Poetry

i struggle the most when I ignore the whisper of my soul. resulting in my cold logical mind. Colorless who then.. leAds Me down a patH that makes mE feel lost, Restless & confusEd. takes a toll. until I realize its time to mend.. standing Naked like the trees with nO leaves in mid Winter i am frost, breathless & abused. don't ignore what your soul is whispering to you.

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Mar 24, 2016

Mar 24, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC

odette-malise

Been Away (i am here now)

i struggle the most when I ignore the whisper of my soul. resulting in my cold logical mind. Colorless who then.. leAds Me down a patH that makes mE feel lost, Restless & confusEd. takes a toll. until I realize its time to mend.. standing Naked like the trees with nO leaves in mid Winter i am frost, breathless & abused. don't ignore what your soul is whispering to you.

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I think the trees are walking, their gnarled roots groaning like the oldest of bones, their branches puncturing the sky. Just outside minding my own business when a thick slime started falling from the sky in staggered increments. The sense of surreal normalcy is still hanging over me. At any moment I expect the walls to peel away and reveal a vast ocean of space. The illusion that illusion can be transcendent .

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC

odette-malise

window

I think the trees are walking, their gnarled roots groaning like the oldest of bones, their branches puncturing the sky. Just outside minding my own business when a thick slime started falling from the sky in staggered increments. The sense of surreal normalcy is still hanging over me. At any moment I expect the walls to peel away and reveal a vast ocean of space. The illusion that illusion can be transcendent .

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