sibastien - Hello Poetry

Platinum capped peak- the snow's sweet pheromones linger on my nose- you toy with my mind You took me by surprise- that first bump. God. Help me. I keep coming back. I must form a sial, for my curiosity of your virtuosity ails me. My mind is on you island while my body floats out to sea You've opened up a hole new world.

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Feb 19, 2020

Feb 19, 2020 at 8:20 PM UTC

An ode to my Ket

Platinum capped peak- the snow's sweet pheromones linger on my nose- you toy with my mind You took me by surprise- that first bump. God. Help me. I keep coming back. I must form a sial, for my curiosity of your virtuosity ails me. My mind is on you island while my body floats out to sea You've opened up a hole new world.

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Black, Empty Space. White light; so short, so sudden. We all return to: Black, Empty Space. Picture after picture, Face after face, Rest upon the mantle, in Black, Empty Space. Their white light, Lives on Above the fire, Through the Black, Empty Space. The white light dims, After each generation, Until resting in Black, Blank Space.

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Jun 4, 2017

Jun 4, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC

Legacy

Black, Empty Space. White light; so short, so sudden. We all return to: Black, Empty Space. Picture after picture, Face after face, Rest upon the mantle, in Black, Empty Space. Their white light, Lives on Above the fire, Through the Black, Empty Space. The white light dims, After each generation, Until resting in Black, Blank Space.

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Through the light of day, I see over the mountains, I see the rich colours around me, I see the vibrancy, I see the light of day itself. Is it really that pure? So instead I wait for night. I can’t see past the mountains, but why look? Empty colours surround me. I don’t see the filter; the alleged purity. Overwhelmed, the context assaults me. Darkness lances into me. I yell. I writhe - in my bleeding innocence, await salvation. “Saviour!” He escapes me. “The light of day will save.” I see the purity ****** itself down in beams. I see the warmth on my body. I see the good people. But still, I see no succour. I decide not to see, but to look. I look for the humanity in purity, only blemishes are forthcoming. Humanity, you have failed me.

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Jun 2, 2017

Jun 2, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC

Where's Humanity's Humanity?

Through the light of day, I see over the mountains, I see the rich colours around me, I see the vibrancy, I see the light of day itself. Is it really that pure? So instead I wait for night. I can’t see past the mountains, but why look? Empty colours surround me. I don’t see the filter; the alleged purity. Overwhelmed, the context assaults me. Darkness lances into me. I yell. I writhe - in my bleeding innocence, await salvation. “Saviour!” He escapes me. “The light of day will save.” I see the purity ****** itself down in beams. I see the warmth on my body. I see the good people. But still, I see no succour. I decide not to see, but to look. I look for the humanity in purity, only blemishes are forthcoming. Humanity, you have failed me.

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I love you - but I don't. I want you - but I can't. Because of the remorse. So I hate you - when I don't. So I leave you - when I can't. Because of the yearning. Let it be done! Finish what had begun! -please don't- I can't want this anymore.

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May 31, 2017

May 31, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC

Feelings

I love you - but I don't. I want you - but I can't. Because of the remorse. So I hate you - when I don't. So I leave you - when I can't. Because of the yearning. Let it be done! Finish what had begun! -please don't- I can't want this anymore.

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Love was black, and love was white. I though I knew - or was I told? - the meaning. Told. Told, with a rigidness. Told, with a consequence. Because if it's not black, and it's not white, it's worthless. But then that pure white, darkened. But then that pious black, lightened. Until it was the perfect shade of gray. And now I forget, The deepness of that black And the gleam of that white, For gray is all I know.

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May 31, 2017

May 31, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC

My Love

Love was black, and love was white. I though I knew - or was I told? - the meaning. Told. Told, with a rigidness. Told, with a consequence. Because if it's not black, and it's not white, it's worthless. But then that pure white, darkened. But then that pious black, lightened. Until it was the perfect shade of gray. And now I forget, The deepness of that black And the gleam of that white, For gray is all I know.

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