renay - Hello Poetry

Every single second I live my life to its end and then back to its beginning. This moment is found in the present. It's pleasant being in the present because that's all to know. No haunting past or badgering future. Just the world around you.

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 5:15 AM UTC

Fractals

Every single second I live my life to its end and then back to its beginning. This moment is found in the present. It's pleasant being in the present because that's all to know. No haunting past or badgering future. Just the world around you.

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Occupation: Blank canvas. Description: Glassy exterior, vast interior. Descends to negative infinity and ascends to positive infinity. Knows everything and nothing. Paralyzed towards straightforwardness, open to distractions.

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Jul 16, 2019

Jul 16, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC

Stuck

Occupation: Blank canvas. Description: Glassy exterior, vast interior. Descends to negative infinity and ascends to positive infinity. Knows everything and nothing. Paralyzed towards straightforwardness, open to distractions.

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Here on Earth I can feel the same way as someone who travelled millions of miles into the galaxy. Alone. Except without seeing all of the neat space.

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May 18, 2017

May 18, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC

Here on Earth

Here on Earth I can feel the same way as someone who travelled millions of miles into the galaxy. Alone. Except without seeing all of the neat space.

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If you love something set it free; if it comes back it was meant to be. Thats how it goes right? But they don't tell you how long it will take for that something to come back. Sometimes its long, sometimes its short. But it will come back. I came back to my love, after a year of wandering and discovering the rarity of us. I came back thinking that I would be rushed back into his life with a warm embrace, and that he would tell me all of the right things in response to my foolish teary blabber to confirm that yes, we were both lost without each other. No. The door is shut, but the windows are open so that the world and can hear the laughter of love spilling out of the windows and into the streets. There are two happy people inside instead of one lone one. That you swore would be there waiting for you. You were selfish to think that. You shouldn't have left in the first place. Now the pain he felt is seeping in. You cry tears that are celebrating their first birthday. Tears that had the same meaning as his.

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May 17, 2017

May 17, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC

This is what happens a year later

If you love something set it free; if it comes back it was meant to be. Thats how it goes right? But they don't tell you how long it will take for that something to come back. Sometimes its long, sometimes its short. But it will come back. I came back to my love, after a year of wandering and discovering the rarity of us. I came back thinking that I would be rushed back into his life with a warm embrace, and that he would tell me all of the right things in response to my foolish teary blabber to confirm that yes, we were both lost without each other. No. The door is shut, but the windows are open so that the world and can hear the laughter of love spilling out of the windows and into the streets. There are two happy people inside instead of one lone one. That you swore would be there waiting for you. You were selfish to think that. You shouldn't have left in the first place. Now the pain he felt is seeping in. You cry tears that are celebrating their first birthday. Tears that had the same meaning as his.

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Yaga

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Apr 12, 2016

Apr 12, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC

Inviting the space beyond the toes tips Cool yet comforting the blanket as it Stretches to the bed's horizon into The dark abyss that cloaks rooms to fulfill Mans tranquil descendant into dreamy sleep

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Apr 11, 2016

Apr 11, 2016 at 4:59 AM UTC

Sleeping In A Bed

Inviting the space beyond the toes tips Cool yet comforting the blanket as it Stretches to the bed's horizon into The dark abyss that cloaks rooms to fulfill Mans tranquil descendant into dreamy sleep

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Yo

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Apr 11, 2016

Apr 11, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC

Its about suffering Its about sobbing Its about repenting Its about cherishing Its about the moon Its about the smell after it has rained after not raining for centuries Its about the first step towards the last Its about the child who grew up too fast Its because it wasn't mine Its because there wasn't time Its because the alarm never went off Its because there wasn't a clock Its not my fault It wasn't me It was because I was waiting for the right key

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Apr 11, 2016

Apr 11, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC

It's About

Its about suffering Its about sobbing Its about repenting Its about cherishing Its about the moon Its about the smell after it has rained after not raining for centuries Its about the first step towards the last Its about the child who grew up too fast Its because it wasn't mine Its because there wasn't time Its because the alarm never went off Its because there wasn't a clock Its not my fault It wasn't me It was because I was waiting for the right key

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Is it the hot jalapeño that makes the sauce undesirable? So much so that the lavishing onion sweet tomato and bold garlic mean nothing? Down the sink because it is too spicy for our mellow tongues. Sauce speaks the loudest when it makes us uncomfortable.

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Apr 11, 2016

Apr 11, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC

Sauce

Is it the hot jalapeño that makes the sauce undesirable? So much so that the lavishing onion sweet tomato and bold garlic mean nothing? Down the sink because it is too spicy for our mellow tongues. Sauce speaks the loudest when it makes us uncomfortable.

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