theunrealist - Hello Poetry

Individual perception creates alternate realities. Infinite views. Some shared among many, Some among few, Some are created and confined within one. Objectively, everything is real. Because nothing is real.

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Oct 12, 2015

Oct 12, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC

whatever you want

Individual perception creates alternate realities. Infinite views. Some shared among many, Some among few, Some are created and confined within one. Objectively, everything is real. Because nothing is real.

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Selfish is the artist, Secluded by his hand. His world could fall around him, He wouldn't give a **** In fact, you might just catch a grin above his chin from all the material given to him. This sort of pride doesn't last long, It never does. There is too much pain in his heart for that, Don't doubt it.

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Oct 10, 2015

Oct 10, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC

a man's job

Selfish is the artist, Secluded by his hand. His world could fall around him, He wouldn't give a **** In fact, you might just catch a grin above his chin from all the material given to him. This sort of pride doesn't last long, It never does. There is too much pain in his heart for that, Don't doubt it.

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Why trick me? You're smarter than that, You know lies are transparent. I know what you're doing, I allow it to happen. But I sit back and write this, Rather than push you. Because I'd like for this not to be my responsibility. I'd like to avoid being the one to break you.

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Oct 10, 2015

Oct 10, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC

passive

Why trick me? You're smarter than that, You know lies are transparent. I know what you're doing, I allow it to happen. But I sit back and write this, Rather than push you. Because I'd like for this not to be my responsibility. I'd like to avoid being the one to break you.

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I wish to see what I once saw. To spectate a simple moment that has long passed. Memories fade, they say, Fade away from your mind to make room for what's ahead. But I don't believe that, I know they are there. Tucked away deep waiting for the proper time to resurface. Who is it that decides when these things should be recalled?

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Oct 9, 2015

Oct 9, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC

a simple moment

I wish to see what I once saw. To spectate a simple moment that has long passed. Memories fade, they say, Fade away from your mind to make room for what's ahead. But I don't believe that, I know they are there. Tucked away deep waiting for the proper time to resurface. Who is it that decides when these things should be recalled?

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The gurgling sound of drowning can be heard all around my cozy little canoe. For myself, I must ignore the choking. Nothing good will come of my diving into the flood to find you. I will bot abandon my boat for a floating carcass, It is my only way through the gates of this watery hell. Currents, carry my craft to a dry world. Show me to a place where I can finally stand. I need a new beginning, I need a method of recovery for my waterlogged heart. If I could take you with me, I would. But you stubbornly wait for Savior to drain our home while I build a boat. Patience only pays off when there is effort behind it. Someone forgive me for being the only one who knows that. I only wish for the screaming to cease till I make it, I don't want that to be my final memory of you.

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Oct 9, 2015

Oct 9, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC

leaving the nest

The gurgling sound of drowning can be heard all around my cozy little canoe. For myself, I must ignore the choking. Nothing good will come of my diving into the flood to find you. I will bot abandon my boat for a floating carcass, It is my only way through the gates of this watery hell. Currents, carry my craft to a dry world. Show me to a place where I can finally stand. I need a new beginning, I need a method of recovery for my waterlogged heart. If I could take you with me, I would. But you stubbornly wait for Savior to drain our home while I build a boat. Patience only pays off when there is effort behind it. Someone forgive me for being the only one who knows that. I only wish for the screaming to cease till I make it, I don't want that to be my final memory of you.

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Who gave you the key to my cage? I've embraced my death, like its love or compassion. Four blank walls, suppressin my guessin. Born into this, pulled out of it, now where do I go from here? Colors fade. Ideas change. Defamation of the martyrs stage. Never agreed to be freed. Rusted metals attached to me. I'm forced to drag it around, Until the limb gives out. To learn to live is what im limping toward. But where do I begin? Colors change. Ideas fade. Evolution of the modern age.

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Oct 9, 2015

Oct 9, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC

dying dogma

Who gave you the key to my cage? I've embraced my death, like its love or compassion. Four blank walls, suppressin my guessin. Born into this, pulled out of it, now where do I go from here? Colors fade. Ideas change. Defamation of the martyrs stage. Never agreed to be freed. Rusted metals attached to me. I'm forced to drag it around, Until the limb gives out. To learn to live is what im limping toward. But where do I begin? Colors change. Ideas fade. Evolution of the modern age.

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Too few ears perk up to hear words spoken by pure silence. Secrets spread out on the surface. Foot level in darkness. Remove your hand from the light switch. Explore the floor The way The door. Mangling your knees to find some more. There's always more There will be more. Leave your limbs where they lay Continue clawing at your core. Drop a nickel on the floor, What'd you hear? I heard so much ******* more, You're a deaf, numb bore You deaf, numb bore

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Oct 8, 2015

Oct 8, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC

sounds in silence

Too few ears perk up to hear words spoken by pure silence. Secrets spread out on the surface. Foot level in darkness. Remove your hand from the light switch. Explore the floor The way The door. Mangling your knees to find some more. There's always more There will be more. Leave your limbs where they lay Continue clawing at your core. Drop a nickel on the floor, What'd you hear? I heard so much ******* more, You're a deaf, numb bore You deaf, numb bore

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Throughout this expedition to my peak, the most hindering obstacle has always been the wind of another's breath. It takes only a sensitive receptor to see the top of the mountain. That seems to be enough, until you first slip. I must maintain a certain numbness about me to make it, or a way to cut between and slip through. I do not yet know how to go about this, but I can no longer stand in one place, Lest this all disappear.

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Oct 8, 2015

Oct 8, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC

shrowded peak

Throughout this expedition to my peak, the most hindering obstacle has always been the wind of another's breath. It takes only a sensitive receptor to see the top of the mountain. That seems to be enough, until you first slip. I must maintain a certain numbness about me to make it, or a way to cut between and slip through. I do not yet know how to go about this, but I can no longer stand in one place, Lest this all disappear.

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My stomach is uneasy from the **** I was fed for breakfast. You saw that I was disoriented, Its why you chose to strike. Though you foresaw that I wouldn't break, I cant help but hate the hand I was dealt. I will continue to choke down what you've prepared for me, O Master Chef. Eat and grow strong, young one. You've a ways to go.

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Oct 7, 2015

Oct 7, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC

god the chef

My stomach is uneasy from the **** I was fed for breakfast. You saw that I was disoriented, Its why you chose to strike. Though you foresaw that I wouldn't break, I cant help but hate the hand I was dealt. I will continue to choke down what you've prepared for me, O Master Chef. Eat and grow strong, young one. You've a ways to go.

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I am being lifted, Picked up to be cast down. I don't know that I can handle such height, The Light is overwhelmingly whole. I was unaware of how effective the color black can be, Vivid shadows are illuminated by my torch. I am shaken by connection. In this sense, I am thankful for gravity.

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Oct 7, 2015

Oct 7, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC

gravity

I am being lifted, Picked up to be cast down. I don't know that I can handle such height, The Light is overwhelmingly whole. I was unaware of how effective the color black can be, Vivid shadows are illuminated by my torch. I am shaken by connection. In this sense, I am thankful for gravity.

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