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We are the poets The lovers, the fighters, searching for truth, gasping for air Tearing down walls, dancing through sorrow Working our way through collective pain while standing on the edge of the cold hard mouth of the world We are the dreamers Pen in hand, heart on sleeve Laying ourselves bare, tattooed with words hearts beating in iambic pentameter; wounds bleeding ink Almost broken, nearly ****** yet driven by the indefatigable resilience to heal, syllable by syllable We are the brave Shining light in our darkest rooms Stories of our catastrophic follies Revealing in verse our deepest secrets, our greatest fears Standing naked and wet on ice-cold tile in front of an unforgiving mirror yet unwilling to break the stare We are misunderstood Hopeless romantics in broken-hearted clothing Teary eyed but vision clear Laughing together, crying alone Gnashing our teeth but holding steady our hand on the rudder, gently guiding the soul of the world We are the witness and the witnessed When the story of the world has been told And the sun has set a record of all that we have written will be discovered And in that sacred text, the story of just how inexpressibly beautiful every single moment of our lives have been We are the poets - never. stop.
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
We Are The Poets
We are the poets The lovers, the fighters, searching for truth, gasping for air Tearing down walls, dancing through sorrow Working our way through collective pain while standing on the edge of the cold hard mouth of the world We are the dreamers Pen in hand, heart on sleeve Laying ourselves bare, tattooed with words hearts beating in iambic pentameter; wounds bleeding ink Almost broken, nearly ****** yet driven by the indefatigable resilience to heal, syllable by syllable We are the brave Shining light in our darkest rooms Stories of our catastrophic follies Revealing in verse our deepest secrets, our greatest fears Standing naked and wet on ice-cold tile in front of an unforgiving mirror yet unwilling to break the stare We are misunderstood Hopeless romantics in broken-hearted clothing Teary eyed but vision clear Laughing together, crying alone Gnashing our teeth but holding steady our hand on the rudder, gently guiding the soul of the world We are the witness and the witnessed When the story of the world has been told And the sun has set a record of all that we have written will be discovered And in that sacred text, the story of just how inexpressibly beautiful every single moment of our lives have been We are the poets - never. stop.
with love for you all
#hope
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
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