totheshore - Hello Poetry

va dans ma vue, nage plonge dans mes pensées et navigue mon inconscient, je te verrai peut-être dans un rêve

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Mar 12

Mar 12, 2026 at 10:36 PM UTC

va dans ma vue, nage plonge dans mes pensées et navigue mon inconscient, je te verrai peut-être dans un rêve

i secretly hope time could forget me. i am just a passenger- i do not belong, i am still while the world turns. no, i refuse to see the sun rising once more, i refuse to see the leaves rising back from the dead. leave me to my grave i dig for myself, if time will allow me.

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Mar 8

Mar 8, 2026 at 10:33 PM UTC

time

i secretly hope time could forget me. i am just a passenger- i do not belong, i am still while the world turns. no, i refuse to see the sun rising once more, i refuse to see the leaves rising back from the dead. leave me to my grave i dig for myself, if time will allow me.

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lake mirrors the sky as the sun sets water refractions hypnotize me- waves make music delicately with the shells as i sit on a rock, contemplate lost in thought my eyes catch a mouse sitting on a rock, just like me looking towards the lake maybe it was contemplating too

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Mar 8

Mar 8, 2026 at 10:29 PM UTC

contemplate

lake mirrors the sky as the sun sets water refractions hypnotize me- waves make music delicately with the shells as i sit on a rock, contemplate lost in thought my eyes catch a mouse sitting on a rock, just like me looking towards the lake maybe it was contemplating too

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i sense an anchor afar- my compass fails to tell as i try to make sense of where it might be i sense it somewhere not too close, but not too far- i’ve felt it through the light of my screen i’ve seen the anchor’s eyes in a rare moment- they are light, tender but they are far still

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Mar 8

Mar 8, 2026 at 10:26 PM UTC

anchor

i sense an anchor afar- my compass fails to tell as i try to make sense of where it might be i sense it somewhere not too close, but not too far- i’ve felt it through the light of my screen i’ve seen the anchor’s eyes in a rare moment- they are light, tender but they are far still

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and it all comes back- the neutral smells, the same old frequencies, and the inexplicable mess. history sits down with us, remains unspoken alas- i’ve contemplated her heirs with every day a growing pain or maybe strange relief. this bed i sit on is fairly new- it held the dreams of a youth a child’s and in the morning, i’ll forget.

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Mar 8

Mar 8, 2026 at 10:25 PM UTC

a return

and it all comes back- the neutral smells, the same old frequencies, and the inexplicable mess. history sits down with us, remains unspoken alas- i’ve contemplated her heirs with every day a growing pain or maybe strange relief. this bed i sit on is fairly new- it held the dreams of a youth a child’s and in the morning, i’ll forget.

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strangers walk my tongue and claimed it to be theirs i speak of letters in opposite direction of the ones i am to proudly inherit my roots get lost in translation or perhaps, just lost- they have turned thin, repeatedly unwatered thoughts were corrupted, when i should be turning to Him for my limbs will speak for me- my tongue bares witness

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Mar 6

Mar 6, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC

tongue

strangers walk my tongue and claimed it to be theirs i speak of letters in opposite direction of the ones i am to proudly inherit my roots get lost in translation or perhaps, just lost- they have turned thin, repeatedly unwatered thoughts were corrupted, when i should be turning to Him for my limbs will speak for me- my tongue bares witness

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i want to be read, but not seen- i’d let you if i think you have the pair of eyes i need i’d finally surrender, succumb to a less theoretical orbit. i too fear greed- and i fret the possibility of a might i don’t understand. if it had to happen, take me hostage in a flicker of an adrift moment- the letting go would be easier. you, as am i, are but fleeting existence- for what good does all of me happen?

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Mar 6

Mar 6, 2026 at 7:03 PM UTC

read me

i want to be read, but not seen- i’d let you if i think you have the pair of eyes i need i’d finally surrender, succumb to a less theoretical orbit. i too fear greed- and i fret the possibility of a might i don’t understand. if it had to happen, take me hostage in a flicker of an adrift moment- the letting go would be easier. you, as am i, are but fleeting existence- for what good does all of me happen?

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a pair of eyes, lonesome observing, forgetting a brain sits behind them a mind that speaks of desires and asks questions too cumbersome oh youth, will you come to me? i crave you as i am still young- i fear i have stopped somewhere on a highway where no one recognizes me

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Mar 6

Mar 6, 2026 at 7:03 PM UTC

ode to a younger self

a pair of eyes, lonesome observing, forgetting a brain sits behind them a mind that speaks of desires and asks questions too cumbersome oh youth, will you come to me? i crave you as i am still young- i fear i have stopped somewhere on a highway where no one recognizes me

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as my right foot takes me, your cold hits my face i stare at the lonely branches, and then i see i stepped on their lost warmth. above, your infinite white awaits- a ringing in my ear whispers, ‘i’m lonely, are you too?’

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Mar 6

Mar 6, 2026 at 7:00 PM UTC

to the white sky

as my right foot takes me, your cold hits my face i stare at the lonely branches, and then i see i stepped on their lost warmth. above, your infinite white awaits- a ringing in my ear whispers, ‘i’m lonely, are you too?’

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i seem to be followed- i can sense a taste of bliss then i fall in the pit and start again. i’ve been told i’m incoherent, that these words unfollow. all i try is to make sense- but i get the mediocre label and i stick it on everything that makes me.

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Mar 4

Mar 4, 2026 at 11:04 PM UTC

mediocrity

i seem to be followed- i can sense a taste of bliss then i fall in the pit and start again. i’ve been told i’m incoherent, that these words unfollow. all i try is to make sense- but i get the mediocre label and i stick it on everything that makes me.

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