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Words' Worth Sep 25
If I don't remember you
You will always have a place in my heart
Like a reflection in a cracked mirror
Endlessly looking at itself at each segment
Never looking at me, though
Poignant isn't it, that we are both broken
How do you like this?
Read the next part to mend this part.
Jess Jul 15
Capture this:

Essence, like multiple personalities
sitting in the same house.

Such intensities of changing rhythms
and feeling that knowing whisper
that it's all okay.

She's angry, she's mad
She wants to cry
Pity, distant loneliness
tired, body aches
happy, dancing
Sensual
Wisdom pours
all at once.

Where were we?
It's hard to say
Would like to go
Would like to stay

It doesn't work to
try to sort your way through
Sift along the waves
As they pull back to you
Oct 24, 2019
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Written to: Fleetwood Mac "The dream has just begun"
M Solav May 9
In a tectonic motion
Mountains have formed
Ridges deepened
In the blink of an eye
In the breadth of a gasp

I recognize myself
Asking why they assume
That we find who we are
Within the singular grasp
Of a mere single soul

For I feed a thousand of them
And they feed themselves alone

Your so-called meditation
Must be taken elsewhere
You must see that it was
Never yours to begin

Watch the rearview mirror
Who enquires the wisdom
I am but a multiple
Left merrily unanswered
Written in May 2020.


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Maja Mar 28
Two
Strong is the heart,
shared between two;

because multiple of something,
is more powerful than a few
The heart sign <3 is two heart joined.
The police have been called
On me five separate times
This year but I just can't help

Myself from peeping,
From taking photos of everything!
Have you looked outside?

I never had, I never did
Not in my first life, I was in too much
Pain to see past my fingers

But the second time around
I take no stretching tree,
No alley cat for granted

And when my mom's neighbor
Saw me lying prostrate in
The dirt by her flowers

Yeah it may have scared her
In this day and age,
But what could I do?

I'd never seen Orange like that!
I had to capture it in my memory
Bank, which is to say, a photograph

In my mind the pictures all fade,
Especially true since shock
Therapy a few years ago

But honestly, the think that gets
People the most is the pacifier,
I'm a plural system

Which is to say I'm a multiple
Or if you are my doctor, then
I have Dissociative Identity Disorder

Is it my fault that the best
Photographer in my system
Happens to be a three year old boy?

That he looks at everything and
Sees it for the first time in awe,
In shock that people don't see it

That magic all around us
If you had the power to go back,
Wouldn't you?
If you could?
...
Choo.choo!
Heber Creeper is the magic train
I grew up next to
...
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3308809/midway/
Ikigai Poet Jul 2019
You are an integral multiple
of the beliefs that you
possess.
-Ikigai Poet
Drop in the Sea Apr 2019
Maybe I'm right
Maybe I'm wrong
I hear multiple messages
From where I belong

Am I belong there?  
Am I belong to shell ?
Am I strong enough?
To jump over hell?

Multiple messages
Combining worst and best
Multiple messages
They say me to not rest
Multiple messages
And I'm driving crazy
Multiple messages
I'm movelless however it is easy

Maybe I'm right
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe I should
Maybe It's too long

Now I realised
My messages are  the same
Now I watch it from behind
There are stickers everywhere

On every thing in universe
The stickers Say
Experience
aka. Multiple Messages
https://pachomusic.wordpress.com/2018/01/19/multiple-messages/
Sasha Scarr Jan 2019
I was young when you attacked.
Young and hopeful, taken aback.
You told me I would die like you, and do things I'm not meant to do.
Then, I couldn't comprehend, why you'd meet your untimely end.
Inside me it began to stir, strange things I suddenly remembered.
Another me? From a different time? Or maybe later down the line?
I was calm, and I was fierce.
Goodbyes were often insincere.
I left my wife  and child behind.
Because of this, they would die.
I was torn, but I was free.
They had not known what happened to me.
I was less than they deserved.
A conjecture, but still, ahead of the curve.
So I went on to see you again, I wonder what this visit contends?
I enter without warning, but here you are, prepared for me!
Your friend who stood behind the door, I dealt to him the killing blow.
I then began to feel regret, but wait! I haven't finished yet!
I wrap my hands around your neck, there and then I felt content.
A soul can't leave your lifeless shell, omega on your way to hell.
If I could watch you die again, I'll do it from my ink and pen.
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