sylvia-nguyen - Hello Poetry

How can a body bear such longing? Borne on fulfilment, even atoms enclosed in their vast spaces Hide from nothing. I wish for you here Because the air won't turn black this time The air will be the chariot of certainty Crushing the physical structure of the confused So when you leave finally Because of destructions of ambiguity. Know my tears They are nourishment, Softening the ground.

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC

I wish for you (updated)

How can a body bear such longing? Borne on fulfilment, even atoms enclosed in their vast spaces Hide from nothing. I wish for you here Because the air won't turn black this time The air will be the chariot of certainty Crushing the physical structure of the confused So when you leave finally Because of destructions of ambiguity. Know my tears They are nourishment, Softening the ground.

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Civilization moves to conquer all barbarians.

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC

(6w)

Civilization moves to conquer all barbarians.

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I desire your well being for the reasons that your palms may bestow the unknowable depth for the good. And if I continue any longer I'll take leave of all my senses.

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Aug 27, 2014

Aug 27, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC

thoughts on his palm

I desire your well being for the reasons that your palms may bestow the unknowable depth for the good. And if I continue any longer I'll take leave of all my senses.

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Your world is coming apart By design, structure Remember you agreed? Did you really think you could preserve The comfort of your outgrown shell? **How many degrees of confusion can you bear in your mirror world**?

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC

Dismantling the known

Your world is coming apart By design, structure Remember you agreed? Did you really think you could preserve The comfort of your outgrown shell? **How many degrees of confusion can you bear in your mirror world**?

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I am tired of series of unfinished poems that scream for my return. I am tired of internal, trenching, desperate calls for pen and paper. I am tired of empty pages, and pens being put down. I am tired of the fragmentary bullshit-business I have with my declaration of expression. I want to write about rough ****** efforts and soft aching feelings. I want to write about Coca Cola freezies (because they don’t even exist, why?). I am tired of looking at everyone else’s work, admiring it, criticising it, admiring it, criticising it, admiring it, crying, loving it. I want to be 60 and look at what I wrote When I was 19, And sob.

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC

tired of headshots.

I am tired of series of unfinished poems that scream for my return. I am tired of internal, trenching, desperate calls for pen and paper. I am tired of empty pages, and pens being put down. I am tired of the fragmentary bullshit-business I have with my declaration of expression. I want to write about rough ****** efforts and soft aching feelings. I want to write about Coca Cola freezies (because they don’t even exist, why?). I am tired of looking at everyone else’s work, admiring it, criticising it, admiring it, criticising it, admiring it, crying, loving it. I want to be 60 and look at what I wrote When I was 19, And sob.

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crowned with loneliness standing firm giving and giving

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC

the queen

crowned with loneliness standing firm giving and giving

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Behind the scene of this waterfall, I followed you again And there I saw you transported into the world bringing back field reports of a past life *Male entity, through you, I lived beside isolated Cold War stone walls and waited beneath sudden summer rain surrounding myself with* too much space complicated by raw exposure where rays shake the opening heart inducing the imagination than the Real

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC

past life

Behind the scene of this waterfall, I followed you again And there I saw you transported into the world bringing back field reports of a past life *Male entity, through you, I lived beside isolated Cold War stone walls and waited beneath sudden summer rain surrounding myself with* too much space complicated by raw exposure where rays shake the opening heart inducing the imagination than the Real

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you have them now - hands through which the star wine can occasionally pour offerings so pure as to be invisible. use them, use them, use them.

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC

healing hands

you have them now - hands through which the star wine can occasionally pour offerings so pure as to be invisible. use them, use them, use them.

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Senseless beauty, Indulge every chance you get. In that galactic heart of yours, Where stars are dense as wild flowers Covering the dark ranges of space. Where the greatest lessons are distilled In your subtle flavours and delicate complexities of your new sensorium. Eat your guilt, and do not look at your tortured mate. The lesson is pleasure not pride.

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC

Deep Dreaming

Senseless beauty, Indulge every chance you get. In that galactic heart of yours, Where stars are dense as wild flowers Covering the dark ranges of space. Where the greatest lessons are distilled In your subtle flavours and delicate complexities of your new sensorium. Eat your guilt, and do not look at your tortured mate. The lesson is pleasure not pride.

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