sebastian-hale - Hello Poetry

We are our body, But we are not infinite. All time in one second, Is no time at all. Our mind is our body, So don’t be a fool. 08/04/20

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Apr 8, 2020

Apr 8, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC

Singularity

We are our body, But we are not infinite. All time in one second, Is no time at all. Our mind is our body, So don’t be a fool. 08/04/20

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The princess in sandals Watched from high the great bazaar. The last Palace that still stood That survived the Hindustan war. No cloud but one broke the silken sky From which a great gleam bored; A mighty sound, the heavens roar, A metal bird did soar... Shock and screeching chalk etched itself more memories. The princess saw from up on high The metal bird decline. In haste we ride, ride to beat the tide, but lest she not neglect, Her temperament and Royal reference, and not omit her kindliness. Step in, in slippers, to the shaded sheets, In gilded glory peeps four straddled stalls striding high; Their equivalent copper hover fly. This sight had not been seen; the royal court dismayed, The flying bird was not alive but dead as boulder valley, From which clinked out, like bugs, a line of faces similar but dissimilarly designed. Some stories told that they were travellers from heavens farther way. The future is not desperate but desperately In decay, plagued by fires in futures present of dust and soot and plague. Perhaps if inclined they stayed, swayed a while in palm like grace, then maybe, Maybe then, we could collide our past and future pace. 05/04/20

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Apr 5, 2020

Apr 5, 2020 at 9:00 AM UTC

Timeline

The princess in sandals Watched from high the great bazaar. The last Palace that still stood That survived the Hindustan war. No cloud but one broke the silken sky From which a great gleam bored; A mighty sound, the heavens roar, A metal bird did soar... Shock and screeching chalk etched itself more memories. The princess saw from up on high The metal bird decline. In haste we ride, ride to beat the tide, but lest she not neglect, Her temperament and Royal reference, and not omit her kindliness. Step in, in slippers, to the shaded sheets, In gilded glory peeps four straddled stalls striding high; Their equivalent copper hover fly. This sight had not been seen; the royal court dismayed, The flying bird was not alive but dead as boulder valley, From which clinked out, like bugs, a line of faces similar but dissimilarly designed. Some stories told that they were travellers from heavens farther way. The future is not desperate but desperately In decay, plagued by fires in futures present of dust and soot and plague. Perhaps if inclined they stayed, swayed a while in palm like grace, then maybe, Maybe then, we could collide our past and future pace. 05/04/20

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Silky smooth sunshine Curving round curling bamboo canes, Cranes perching, peaking inside. Pink pig-tail trailing of a sunset sky The still waters of the storms eye Spies the sweet flickering of bamboo leaves tickling the solemn nod, Of days’ Silent slide. 25-3-20

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Mar 25, 2020

Mar 25, 2020 at 11:00 PM UTC

Cherry Blossom

Silky smooth sunshine Curving round curling bamboo canes, Cranes perching, peaking inside. Pink pig-tail trailing of a sunset sky The still waters of the storms eye Spies the sweet flickering of bamboo leaves tickling the solemn nod, Of days’ Silent slide. 25-3-20

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Confined but not defined By our incarceration; A breath, a touch Like fire consumption A truncheon in our Sky dungeon. We thought we’d last forever Our name sketched in space “We’re here” An eon of the human race’s Final faint trace. 19-03-20

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Mar 20, 2020

Mar 20, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC

Daze of our Lives

Confined but not defined By our incarceration; A breath, a touch Like fire consumption A truncheon in our Sky dungeon. We thought we’d last forever Our name sketched in space “We’re here” An eon of the human race’s Final faint trace. 19-03-20

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Splashing around Droplets of sound Pranging and cooing So small and so round! Watching as a bubble floats, Sailing boats in spiralling stairs, Then a... Pop and a whoosh!! Stabbed by a bush. No pointed piercing change in Lanes of misunderstood would, They find me kindly or blindly cane-trace A P A R T H Into my name.

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May 27, 2018

May 27, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC

Bubbles

Splashing around Droplets of sound Pranging and cooing So small and so round! Watching as a bubble floats, Sailing boats in spiralling stairs, Then a... Pop and a whoosh!! Stabbed by a bush. No pointed piercing change in Lanes of misunderstood would, They find me kindly or blindly cane-trace A P A R T H Into my name.

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To roll and jump, **** in big clumps; An Animal rut-raucous, Can anyone breathe? Smothered slime snaking Ant-Arching shame- less we forget. Beading bumps of Red-dead delusions, Deciding definite climbs Braces, belts and buckles. Decline.

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May 13, 2018

May 13, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC

Cultivation

To roll and jump, **** in big clumps; An Animal rut-raucous, Can anyone breathe? Smothered slime snaking Ant-Arching shame- less we forget. Beading bumps of Red-dead delusions, Deciding definite climbs Braces, belts and buckles. Decline.

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If a withered rose is death Then is a rose on fire living, Or is she dying still? Does she burn even brighter, Or turn to dust to feel?

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Apr 28, 2018

Apr 28, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC

Phoenix

If a withered rose is death Then is a rose on fire living, Or is she dying still? Does she burn even brighter, Or turn to dust to feel?

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A technological evolution iPhone stapled to ear The fear Of missing out On our social revolution. A constant silent disco in our heads Makes us buzz from work to bed. Notified about everything In control of none An illusion that has replaced our tongue. The new-age religion; A martyr to the pixelated face Of Illustrated connections.

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Apr 24, 2018

Apr 24, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC

Our World

A technological evolution iPhone stapled to ear The fear Of missing out On our social revolution. A constant silent disco in our heads Makes us buzz from work to bed. Notified about everything In control of none An illusion that has replaced our tongue. The new-age religion; A martyr to the pixelated face Of Illustrated connections.

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Humming calm In deafening crisp stillness. Lily flowers opening In hazey enriching heat. Little forests of tangled bounce Trickling along the glossy wet; Dripping bubbles of purest charm, Rippled waves of scarlet blossoms. Smooth gliding falls Singing whispers ecstasy. Shallow breezes departing Amidst dissolving grace. Changing face To fly.

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Mar 19, 2018

Mar 19, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC

Meditation

Humming calm In deafening crisp stillness. Lily flowers opening In hazey enriching heat. Little forests of tangled bounce Trickling along the glossy wet; Dripping bubbles of purest charm, Rippled waves of scarlet blossoms. Smooth gliding falls Singing whispers ecstasy. Shallow breezes departing Amidst dissolving grace. Changing face To fly.

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A Cut throats tragedy if dying, Dead, gone is all that is to be done. Why just one? why not more? why not none. **** that and **** you too Why did I ever put my faith in you. I sit, feeling like a fish far out of my depth, Water lost long ago. I Struggle To Struggle. What's the point Of ever loving If it is only for a second A moment doesn't last forever **** you're fleeting fiery emotional Capsules of time Once I learnt how to love, now It will never stop. Dri p -ping away From the illusion of our life before.

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Mar 19, 2018

Mar 19, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC

Teardrop

A Cut throats tragedy if dying, Dead, gone is all that is to be done. Why just one? why not more? why not none. **** that and **** you too Why did I ever put my faith in you. I sit, feeling like a fish far out of my depth, Water lost long ago. I Struggle To Struggle. What's the point Of ever loving If it is only for a second A moment doesn't last forever **** you're fleeting fiery emotional Capsules of time Once I learnt how to love, now It will never stop. Dri p -ping away From the illusion of our life before.

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