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clmathew Aug 6
The unknown in me
written July 22nd, 2021

I collect words
and try to fit them
to my experiences

trying to capture
this moment right now—
it is all I have.

I—looks at the page
and writes a moment
while others peer over her shoulder

shaking their heads
curling up to sleep from the overwhelm
reaching out to change a word or phrase

we are all here
sometimes all at once
other times one at a time

I always think I know
who writes these words
this   word   right   now

Until I look back
and don't recognize
words just written

I guess we are used to it
the wonder and startlement of
the unknown in me.
Each poem, explores a piece of me. Some are written for the fun of writing words, others, for the hope of writing me.
A young disciple of discipline is just,
trying to dissipate negative traits.
Hesitations of change are often in frame
but most balloons don't fly straight.
Instead there's the choice of multiple fates,
played upon through invisible games.
Who is listening, we're nowhere near finished yet, when the drifter remains in stages to claim.

Draw upon those who have taught you before, are these new lessons or echoes restored in repetition.
Persistent tricks formed from stubborn habits, hidden in-kind to the back of our brains, where a complete disregard is often retained.
Try observing yourself through the eyes of others, are you sure we're the same when shuffling states.
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Words' Worth Sep 2020
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 2020
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
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
Written to: Fleetwood Mac "The dream has just begun"
M Solav May 2020
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 2020
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.
Ikigai Poet Jul 2019
You are an integral multiple
of the beliefs that you
-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
aka. Multiple Messages
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