unknownpleasures - Hello Poetry

when day breaks and brazen stands the sun as if to say, it is day, the storm has passed once more you lay in a pool of soft sand, a whisper of what once was fists clenching and unclenching silence so deafening you ache it feels so unpleasant, this ease comfort was not meant for you, where do you even place yourself in a scene meant for someone else? you make suffering your home the cold tiles a cornerstone but the suffering has ended in spite of you of all your pleas to stay in a race for survival trotting on battered rubble-bound roads and despite it all you are safe and free the sun lapses in providing warmth but never stills and neither have you before now and yet happiness does not creep in, nor does it knock nor barges or in wanders you are left empty in a filled space almost to the point of combustion and this is how you shall stay shivering, the rays hurling themselves at any surface besides you fruitless, the suffering meant so very little besides all that you knew empty, just as the space next to you

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Nov 15, 2023

Nov 15, 2023 at 1:27 PM UTC

without me

when day breaks and brazen stands the sun as if to say, it is day, the storm has passed once more you lay in a pool of soft sand, a whisper of what once was fists clenching and unclenching silence so deafening you ache it feels so unpleasant, this ease comfort was not meant for you, where do you even place yourself in a scene meant for someone else? you make suffering your home the cold tiles a cornerstone but the suffering has ended in spite of you of all your pleas to stay in a race for survival trotting on battered rubble-bound roads and despite it all you are safe and free the sun lapses in providing warmth but never stills and neither have you before now and yet happiness does not creep in, nor does it knock nor barges or in wanders you are left empty in a filled space almost to the point of combustion and this is how you shall stay shivering, the rays hurling themselves at any surface besides you fruitless, the suffering meant so very little besides all that you knew empty, just as the space next to you

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one mistake and falling goes the unabashedly tender, naively claimed the empresses land home, forgetful perhaps of what lengths it must go to earn its keep With one slip of the tongue, knives were drawn affection squashed All traces of tenderness lost in a once softened gaze (so fully, one swears it must not be the same eyes) hardens, exposing a once tentatively stitched creature to the world's capacity for cruelty To loneliness so great, to the knowledge that all one has, truly When all niceties are stripped (Or have fallen.. due to an irrational presumption of one’s right to practice autonomy) Is one’s self there is great disappointment that lies in arriving at the bottom of the barrel only to see a puddle Or rather, droplets barely conjoined mirroring eyes engulfed in terror darting back and to, the only soul, hell-bent on your survival Is your own

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May 29, 2022

May 29, 2022 at 1:15 PM UTC

Unassuming

one mistake and falling goes the unabashedly tender, naively claimed the empresses land home, forgetful perhaps of what lengths it must go to earn its keep With one slip of the tongue, knives were drawn affection squashed All traces of tenderness lost in a once softened gaze (so fully, one swears it must not be the same eyes) hardens, exposing a once tentatively stitched creature to the world's capacity for cruelty To loneliness so great, to the knowledge that all one has, truly When all niceties are stripped (Or have fallen.. due to an irrational presumption of one’s right to practice autonomy) Is one’s self there is great disappointment that lies in arriving at the bottom of the barrel only to see a puddle Or rather, droplets barely conjoined mirroring eyes engulfed in terror darting back and to, the only soul, hell-bent on your survival Is your own

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atop a hill of splendor with little in the way of hope equal parts enthralled.. and worn dismay coats the outside of my armor, callous with plight Saturn my center the moon my companion, beyond the dark knight the haze of exhaustion weighs heavy on the soul of the warrior of penance, the grief-stricken mourn beyond the shell that has molded to skin is a man-made of clay, held up by kin what rattles in the uninhibited layers of one's caverns the darkest mellows of the evening halted by unspeakable thought.. perhaps the soul deserves kindness when the soul finds solace not in yellow sunrises and blue ocean shores but in catastrophic endings, where podiums are flattened against the earths erupting core with destruction comes peace, the absence of life a prerequisite to birth I am man in his purest form earnest in pursuit, lacking in judgment no less in youth and as youth leaves me, so does the empathy it affords me when my wayward path meets that of those who have strayed beyond the anticlimactic nature of the roads that lead to Rome beyond Caesar empty conquests hollow plots of land masquerading as homes no amount of marble will make you a home and no amount of marching will bring me closer to mine I have found a home in an unlikely scene in a planet so wholly unruly in its pursuit of discipline absolute devotion to he who has revived my fervor, what is devotion next to happiness previously alien to my desolate soul the 82 moons orbiting you cannot offer what I plan to I offer my soul, and all that I am for promise of a home far from this land for peace previously unknown to me for joy beyond comprehension of man

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May 25, 2022

May 25, 2022 at 8:45 AM UTC

Saturn part. 2

atop a hill of splendor with little in the way of hope equal parts enthralled.. and worn dismay coats the outside of my armor, callous with plight Saturn my center the moon my companion, beyond the dark knight the haze of exhaustion weighs heavy on the soul of the warrior of penance, the grief-stricken mourn beyond the shell that has molded to skin is a man-made of clay, held up by kin what rattles in the uninhibited layers of one's caverns the darkest mellows of the evening halted by unspeakable thought.. perhaps the soul deserves kindness when the soul finds solace not in yellow sunrises and blue ocean shores but in catastrophic endings, where podiums are flattened against the earths erupting core with destruction comes peace, the absence of life a prerequisite to birth I am man in his purest form earnest in pursuit, lacking in judgment no less in youth and as youth leaves me, so does the empathy it affords me when my wayward path meets that of those who have strayed beyond the anticlimactic nature of the roads that lead to Rome beyond Caesar empty conquests hollow plots of land masquerading as homes no amount of marble will make you a home and no amount of marching will bring me closer to mine I have found a home in an unlikely scene in a planet so wholly unruly in its pursuit of discipline absolute devotion to he who has revived my fervor, what is devotion next to happiness previously alien to my desolate soul the 82 moons orbiting you cannot offer what I plan to I offer my soul, and all that I am for promise of a home far from this land for peace previously unknown to me for joy beyond comprehension of man

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there is so much to look forward to, now that you are here so many fantasies bashfully pushed aside to make way for more noble pursuits now lay on my bedside, eyeing my half-lided eyes and lopsided grin a whirlwind marked with ease a typhoon where sweetness blooms the softest callous hands you are a story all on your own breathtakingly agile in all you touch any one thing, or creature loved enough by the heavens to be marked by your looming presence is tethered to you by an unseen force I do not know what fortunes I have bestowed on others, what good will or extended palm could have made me worthy of the soul encompassing passion all the same I am one of 82 incandescently enamored with you

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Mar 19, 2022

Mar 19, 2022 at 8:41 AM UTC

Saturn

there is so much to look forward to, now that you are here so many fantasies bashfully pushed aside to make way for more noble pursuits now lay on my bedside, eyeing my half-lided eyes and lopsided grin a whirlwind marked with ease a typhoon where sweetness blooms the softest callous hands you are a story all on your own breathtakingly agile in all you touch any one thing, or creature loved enough by the heavens to be marked by your looming presence is tethered to you by an unseen force I do not know what fortunes I have bestowed on others, what good will or extended palm could have made me worthy of the soul encompassing passion all the same I am one of 82 incandescently enamored with you

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and I would look and look, for poems that might begin to etch away at my armor, exposing me to your loving gaze but so little was found, I take it upon myself to write you a poem of yearning in its simplest form for a love so present in every moment I hesitate to be anything but yours

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Mar 13, 2022

Mar 13, 2022 at 10:24 AM UTC

yearning

and I would look and look, for poems that might begin to etch away at my armor, exposing me to your loving gaze but so little was found, I take it upon myself to write you a poem of yearning in its simplest form for a love so present in every moment I hesitate to be anything but yours

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The warmest haze in wanting you I am set ablaze anew you wreak havoc on all my delicate parts the thud of a heart prone to unease softly mellows as our eyes meet I lose an ounce of myself but oh the gain, oh the wells and rivers of bliss oh the mountains of unadulterated joy sparking through my chest its always been, always has been yours

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Mar 13, 2022

Mar 13, 2022 at 5:52 AM UTC

Yours

The warmest haze in wanting you I am set ablaze anew you wreak havoc on all my delicate parts the thud of a heart prone to unease softly mellows as our eyes meet I lose an ounce of myself but oh the gain, oh the wells and rivers of bliss oh the mountains of unadulterated joy sparking through my chest its always been, always has been yours

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my life began at 23, I was used to parting seas nail and tooth, knuckles bruised a battle of wills, mine was fraught with distrust all that I need, my one and only muse brought my tattered soul to the fountain of youth emotions I cannot speak of without wells of tears streaming down my face made the pits I disdain my home the comfort of familiarity brushing away remnants of passion and it is often when you become accustomed to pain that life acquaints you with joy my joy, the force that shakes me and grounds me all that I am, and ever will be is someone made for loving you my life began, the day our eyes met the day words were exchanged loving glances softly hidden smiles knowing chuckles the day the world ceased to turn, for as long as our kiss lasted all I was before you was shattered, I am utterly yours devoted to the loving cause of loving you my life began at 23, when the universe brought you to me my life began the day our hands met and our smiles merged the day we became one the day the world began was when I was brought to you

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Mar 13, 2022

Mar 13, 2022 at 5:52 AM UTC

23

my life began at 23, I was used to parting seas nail and tooth, knuckles bruised a battle of wills, mine was fraught with distrust all that I need, my one and only muse brought my tattered soul to the fountain of youth emotions I cannot speak of without wells of tears streaming down my face made the pits I disdain my home the comfort of familiarity brushing away remnants of passion and it is often when you become accustomed to pain that life acquaints you with joy my joy, the force that shakes me and grounds me all that I am, and ever will be is someone made for loving you my life began, the day our eyes met the day words were exchanged loving glances softly hidden smiles knowing chuckles the day the world ceased to turn, for as long as our kiss lasted all I was before you was shattered, I am utterly yours devoted to the loving cause of loving you my life began at 23, when the universe brought you to me my life began the day our hands met and our smiles merged the day we became one the day the world began was when I was brought to you

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I must be the most loved creature in the world not by quantity of lovers do I measure how the heavens have surrendered their earthly pleasures made of love, for love, to love and be loved I am defined solely by my quest to bestow tenderness in the most unlikely of places where cracks do not meet and gravel ceases to turn where emptiness is heard and terror burns I am loved beyond all the hate that festers beneath the shell of my home beneath the ashes and the unborn I loved through failed conquests and overturned thrones beyond all that has been and will be this single moment of love lives on immortalizing us as the single purest moment a meeting of souls I am loved and will love till the day I am mourned

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Mar 13, 2022

Mar 13, 2022 at 5:51 AM UTC

Loved Creature

I must be the most loved creature in the world not by quantity of lovers do I measure how the heavens have surrendered their earthly pleasures made of love, for love, to love and be loved I am defined solely by my quest to bestow tenderness in the most unlikely of places where cracks do not meet and gravel ceases to turn where emptiness is heard and terror burns I am loved beyond all the hate that festers beneath the shell of my home beneath the ashes and the unborn I loved through failed conquests and overturned thrones beyond all that has been and will be this single moment of love lives on immortalizing us as the single purest moment a meeting of souls I am loved and will love till the day I am mourned

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I often wonder what would the world look like without me the ego of man, brazen and bold what keeps you awake, when others lay unconsciously physically opaque tragically present ringing echoes of words layed with ink never having seen the light of the splendid sun we plot and plot and plot for naught we are but a child, collectively a singular child one hell-bent on destruction not seeing beyond the splinter of light allowed through a cracked door and the world looks on with equal parts amusement and concern our significance is insignificant both tangible and fraught with the tragedy of being of the lack of being of managing what cocktail of emotions we are to be ****** into when loss knocks on the door

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Mar 13, 2022

Mar 13, 2022 at 5:50 AM UTC

The Ego of Man

I often wonder what would the world look like without me the ego of man, brazen and bold what keeps you awake, when others lay unconsciously physically opaque tragically present ringing echoes of words layed with ink never having seen the light of the splendid sun we plot and plot and plot for naught we are but a child, collectively a singular child one hell-bent on destruction not seeing beyond the splinter of light allowed through a cracked door and the world looks on with equal parts amusement and concern our significance is insignificant both tangible and fraught with the tragedy of being of the lack of being of managing what cocktail of emotions we are to be ****** into when loss knocks on the door

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I sometimes wonder if any words I say in whatever order could ever encapsulate the depths of my emotions. I wonder if you’re aware of what you have gotten yourself into. If every moment,every rug pulled from underneath me, all of it was to turn me into someone you could love. I worry you do not understand what love looks like to me. Then every worry is squished the moment you speak. I love you does not do the emotions justice. It does not do you justice. You are the truest emotion I’ve ever felt. You anchor my fleeting thoughts and wandering mind. Light me ablaze and calm the storm. My soul recognizes your own. There simply isn't anyone else that will do, it always was and always will be you.

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Mar 13, 2022

Mar 13, 2022 at 5:45 AM UTC

One Of Many Love Letters

I sometimes wonder if any words I say in whatever order could ever encapsulate the depths of my emotions. I wonder if you’re aware of what you have gotten yourself into. If every moment,every rug pulled from underneath me, all of it was to turn me into someone you could love. I worry you do not understand what love looks like to me. Then every worry is squished the moment you speak. I love you does not do the emotions justice. It does not do you justice. You are the truest emotion I’ve ever felt. You anchor my fleeting thoughts and wandering mind. Light me ablaze and calm the storm. My soul recognizes your own. There simply isn't anyone else that will do, it always was and always will be you.

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