relahxe - Hello Poetry

I ate a carrot for breakfast. I know... what a declaration. But a year ago, the crunch wouldn’t have come from chewing the carrot, Rather from those eyes looking, Those minds judging. My biggest fear— Not being good enough. I ate a carrot for breakfast. A truly liberating experience. Who cares? I like it. I want it. You do your thing. Tell that to a French person, And they’d reconsider being in your vicinity. But now things are different. This morning, With my morning carrot, I no longer fear being weird, Or different— For eating a carrot, Or for doing anything, really. I won’t judge you for eating garlic for breakfast— Not that I’ve done that, not at all— But, you know, In theory, Hypothetically, If you did, I’d be curious. But you can sit there with your garlic, While I’m munching on my carrot. In peace. No conflict. And that’s about as much as I want from you.

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Dec 10, 2024

Dec 10, 2024 at 12:37 AM UTC

I ate a carrot for breakfast

I ate a carrot for breakfast. I know... what a declaration. But a year ago, the crunch wouldn’t have come from chewing the carrot, Rather from those eyes looking, Those minds judging. My biggest fear— Not being good enough. I ate a carrot for breakfast. A truly liberating experience. Who cares? I like it. I want it. You do your thing. Tell that to a French person, And they’d reconsider being in your vicinity. But now things are different. This morning, With my morning carrot, I no longer fear being weird, Or different— For eating a carrot, Or for doing anything, really. I won’t judge you for eating garlic for breakfast— Not that I’ve done that, not at all— But, you know, In theory, Hypothetically, If you did, I’d be curious. But you can sit there with your garlic, While I’m munching on my carrot. In peace. No conflict. And that’s about as much as I want from you.

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My thoughts—waves in sea, Footprints left upon the sand are gone forever.

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Oct 22, 2024

Oct 22, 2024 at 1:57 PM UTC

Waves

My thoughts—waves in sea, Footprints left upon the sand are gone forever.

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The birds are chirping, Waking you up From the somber dream You were lost in. For it's a new morning, A new beginning awaits. The stars in the sky fade, and You have a choice to make. With every tear you shed, You get closer to the truth. The veil is removed, And you can see clearly again. You know when it’s time to go, You will know when it’s time to go. When the birds sing that song, And the cicadas buzz along. You will know when it’s time to go, As your heart will buzz too. The wind will take you to places You’ve never been before. You’ll face it all Before you know. And when you know, The whole world will invite you— To leave what's known For something better, Something you've not yet made Too small for you.

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Oct 8, 2024

Oct 8, 2024 at 2:47 PM UTC

It's time

The birds are chirping, Waking you up From the somber dream You were lost in. For it's a new morning, A new beginning awaits. The stars in the sky fade, and You have a choice to make. With every tear you shed, You get closer to the truth. The veil is removed, And you can see clearly again. You know when it’s time to go, You will know when it’s time to go. When the birds sing that song, And the cicadas buzz along. You will know when it’s time to go, As your heart will buzz too. The wind will take you to places You’ve never been before. You’ll face it all Before you know. And when you know, The whole world will invite you— To leave what's known For something better, Something you've not yet made Too small for you.

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To suffer in love is my evening tea, one you hesitate to brew for me.

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Sep 3, 2024

Sep 3, 2024 at 1:47 PM UTC

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To suffer in love is my evening tea, one you hesitate to brew for me.

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Alone In solitude I am rediscovered And now I need to lose myself Again

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Aug 1, 2024

Aug 1, 2024 at 1:23 AM UTC

Alone again

Alone In solitude I am rediscovered And now I need to lose myself Again

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Sometimes, as the sun sets, And the sharp grass on your bare feet Leaves its marks as you pass through, You reach the goal net. In that rigid inability to move past it, Still seeing through, Where the sun lies, "The obstacle is the way." You might think the goal net is the goal, But behind it, something deeper lies— Something brighter, Something ever-present. The beauty of the sunset— You don't have to go anywhere to see it. You don't need scissors to cut the net; You don’t have to score, just be here. Turn around; see it not as a barrier, But as a frame, highlighting the beauty. The net is no longer in the way— It is the way.

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Jul 27, 2024

Jul 27, 2024 at 8:31 AM UTC

Beyond the Net

Sometimes, as the sun sets, And the sharp grass on your bare feet Leaves its marks as you pass through, You reach the goal net. In that rigid inability to move past it, Still seeing through, Where the sun lies, "The obstacle is the way." You might think the goal net is the goal, But behind it, something deeper lies— Something brighter, Something ever-present. The beauty of the sunset— You don't have to go anywhere to see it. You don't need scissors to cut the net; You don’t have to score, just be here. Turn around; see it not as a barrier, But as a frame, highlighting the beauty. The net is no longer in the way— It is the way.

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