#allowance - Hello Poetry

Will you let yourself rest now? Holding your hands over your face perhaps you can drown the rest out Some memories will fade, but others will persist Sometimes, every single thought is screeching loud But others... You'll simply miss

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Sep 10, 2025

Sep 10, 2025 at 1:32 PM UTC

Skloofen

FI.2

Will you let yourself rest now? Holding your hands over your face perhaps you can drown the rest out Some memories will fade, but others will persist Sometimes, every single thought is screeching loud But others... You'll simply miss

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split it anyway - countenance of grief leaves back a scar, forever.

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Dec 24, 2024

Dec 24, 2024 at 12:34 PM UTC

dead_poet

split it anyway

split it anyway - countenance of grief leaves back a scar, forever.

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you have an impressive physical physique but what of your consciousness can you say the same your capacity for tenacity is unparalleled though your vain attempts at kindness, feats to astound a charismatic prowess a star reacher rested on the ground your head's in the clouds at your own allowance and there's no coming down

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Feb 19, 2021

Feb 19, 2021 at 9:40 AM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

Star Reacher

you have an impressive physical physique but what of your consciousness can you say the same your capacity for tenacity is unparalleled though your vain attempts at kindness, feats to astound a charismatic prowess a star reacher rested on the ground your head's in the clouds at your own allowance and there's no coming down

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Let it caress your bracing self, Shrinking stones, held in recoil. Let it travel up your slouching spine, Tell all resistance it’s safe from harm. Let it mend your perpetually clenched heart, Open and expand, finally united with warmth. Let it fill you with sight, Sense the stirring of sadness and fright. Let it all, let it go, Feel in all entirety, safe from harm. Let it go, let it all, Unwept tears, contracted cries. Let them in, let them all, Your past and present, Ups and declines. Let it all, let it in, Pleasure of life, the sense of the sane. Inhale, exhale... Self-uncontracted, existence begins.

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Oct 22, 2016

Oct 22, 2016 at 4:13 AM UTC

vea-vents

Breath

Let it caress your bracing self, Shrinking stones, held in recoil. Let it travel up your slouching spine, Tell all resistance it’s safe from harm. Let it mend your perpetually clenched heart, Open and expand, finally united with warmth. Let it fill you with sight, Sense the stirring of sadness and fright. Let it all, let it go, Feel in all entirety, safe from harm. Let it go, let it all, Unwept tears, contracted cries. Let them in, let them all, Your past and present, Ups and declines. Let it all, let it in, Pleasure of life, the sense of the sane. Inhale, exhale... Self-uncontracted, existence begins.

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If you’re sad; let it tell you what you lack, what you yearn for but are disconnected from. If you’re afraid; let it tell you what you evade, what you need to confront and forgive yourself for. If you’re mad; let it tell you what boundaries in you have been crossed, what aspects of you have been left invalidated. If you’re happy; let it tell you who you are — outside the blockages of time and space. And if you feel a burst of sensitivity; express it in art. Express it in art.

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May 26, 2016

May 26, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC

vea-vents

Allowance

If you’re sad; let it tell you what you lack, what you yearn for but are disconnected from. If you’re afraid; let it tell you what you evade, what you need to confront and forgive yourself for. If you’re mad; let it tell you what boundaries in you have been crossed, what aspects of you have been left invalidated. If you’re happy; let it tell you who you are — outside the blockages of time and space. And if you feel a burst of sensitivity; express it in art. Express it in art.

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Letting go can be tough Perhaps the harshest measure Many times we will face Changes that last forever "What if I'd done this?" "What if I'd done that?" Questions to go unanswered And irrelevant to the fact The adoption of acceptance Is your only quest The only option to be alloted Now swallow to digest Observe the tremble in your hands Your eyes begin glistening Your heart is in your ears But who's the one listening? As it courses through your veins Something celebrates in your heart Every storm runs out of rain The Truth in you prevails As you begin to emerge Once again to raise the sails You've let it run it's course You've stopped the irradic spinning Focusing on the Now Every breath a new begining The only stake it has claimed Is to your education Simply a reminder Of life's continuing alteration To err is only human And Forgiveness is Divine You, they, deserving or not Just turn the coin to see the shine Yes, we have a choice To see the brighter side We don't have to dwell In the illusion of The Lie Just as it came Let it go with an ease Accepting what it WAS Join your Self and thaw the freeze It will come again Your Knowing, now a weapon It has lost the ferocity Sanity no longer threatened You can call it thick skinned Or unwavering balance You can call it indifferent I will call it an Allowance.

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Jan 22, 2015

Jan 22, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC

robert-napper

The Gift

Letting go can be tough Perhaps the harshest measure Many times we will face Changes that last forever "What if I'd done this?" "What if I'd done that?" Questions to go unanswered And irrelevant to the fact The adoption of acceptance Is your only quest The only option to be alloted Now swallow to digest Observe the tremble in your hands Your eyes begin glistening Your heart is in your ears But who's the one listening? As it courses through your veins Something celebrates in your heart Every storm runs out of rain The Truth in you prevails As you begin to emerge Once again to raise the sails You've let it run it's course You've stopped the irradic spinning Focusing on the Now Every breath a new begining The only stake it has claimed Is to your education Simply a reminder Of life's continuing alteration To err is only human And Forgiveness is Divine You, they, deserving or not Just turn the coin to see the shine Yes, we have a choice To see the brighter side We don't have to dwell In the illusion of The Lie Just as it came Let it go with an ease Accepting what it WAS Join your Self and thaw the freeze It will come again Your Knowing, now a weapon It has lost the ferocity Sanity no longer threatened You can call it thick skinned Or unwavering balance You can call it indifferent I will call it an Allowance.

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He weeps his heart, and hangs his head, He doubles back, and follows her back to bed, She says, " Some homes are towns and lives, while others wear their homes inside." And he keeps up though he's kept out, the volatile, the sudden frown. She makes up the cupcakes but they're never vegan are they? No they're never vegan are they? He makes a gift, and wrings his thumbs, the bubble bath, the tepid tub, Outside where the rains have gone long, something gives him something strong, And he picks up where he had left off, the trouble is he doesn't know when to back off, and the cupcakes aren't vegan, sweet and such spectacular, but they really aren't eaten, now that they've been made with eggs. No the cupcakes aren't vegan, though they are quite delicious. And he loves her forever, though he never eats again. No he never eats again. No he never eats again.

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May 2, 2014

May 2, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC

martin-narrod

The Cupcakes Aren't Vegan, At Least I Don't Think They Are

He weeps his heart, and hangs his head, He doubles back, and follows her back to bed, She says, " Some homes are towns and lives, while others wear their homes inside." And he keeps up though he's kept out, the volatile, the sudden frown. She makes up the cupcakes but they're never vegan are they? No they're never vegan are they? He makes a gift, and wrings his thumbs, the bubble bath, the tepid tub, Outside where the rains have gone long, something gives him something strong, And he picks up where he had left off, the trouble is he doesn't know when to back off, and the cupcakes aren't vegan, sweet and such spectacular, but they really aren't eaten, now that they've been made with eggs. No the cupcakes aren't vegan, though they are quite delicious. And he loves her forever, though he never eats again. No he never eats again. No he never eats again.

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