#breach - Hello Poetry

I suppose you lied— when you swore that words could never wound you. It is no crime; all souls deceive, veiling their thresholds, concealing the hour when endurance unravels, and silence becomes their only shield. I have reshaped fragments of myself, filed edges though the steel endures— yes, I remain a thorn, but my counsel turns inward now, no longer flung outward like brittle seeds, but sown deep in the soil of my own marrow. And so the contract splinters—not with fire, but with the quiet severing of a thread, a fellowship drifting into distance, a vessel whose torn sails I will never mend. I am content—resting in the stillness I have chosen. And you— are you at peace, or only silent?

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Aug 25, 2025

Aug 25, 2025 at 4:30 AM UTC

WhisperSonata

{Breach}

I suppose you lied— when you swore that words could never wound you. It is no crime; all souls deceive, veiling their thresholds, concealing the hour when endurance unravels, and silence becomes their only shield. I have reshaped fragments of myself, filed edges though the steel endures— yes, I remain a thorn, but my counsel turns inward now, no longer flung outward like brittle seeds, but sown deep in the soil of my own marrow. And so the contract splinters—not with fire, but with the quiet severing of a thread, a fellowship drifting into distance, a vessel whose torn sails I will never mend. I am content—resting in the stillness I have chosen. And you— are you at peace, or only silent?

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The Breach Interpretation: Is a mild chemical defect, found on the losing side of painful guilt itself. Making (or, causing) such troubling acts of kindness, the very rhythm (full of justifiable results...), on the biggest possible gimmick...that could ever be committed. That's just a rough outline of the very interpretation (of "The Breach") itself. But the Breach part, is truly insignificantly broken from the deep inside out.... The Breach itself however, fully adopts the very different struggles between both "what is right", and "what is wrong" (with one's own personal image, and their own personal struggles at large). But that doesn't mean nothing should be any different, then when it came to how right that very someone's personal image was, and how awfully wrong their own personal struggles were...when they interpreted it into millions upon millions upon millions of different fragmented individual pieces, (of their own collection). (And that's just the tip of the iceberg, when you finally console the very dynamic realization, of eventually, coming to terms with the long acts of perspectives...) That then obviously shows that those millions upon millions upon millions of different fragmented pieces (with their very own different properties and meanings), because nothing is truly conclusive in ALL these specifics areas and points (of a system that has more to offer, then any other order of things which could tilt at ANY moment...) Revealing a mere simple reaction in their form upon an even simpler side-effect. Which tips the balance of power...and creates the most unsteady order of chaos that could become either an unstable universe (that could hypothetically become "stable", anyways). Or just another standard, simplistic, normal sense of self full of such logical wit, (or the smallest of components of each), could then finally define both each others strengths and weaknesses. Once this happens, everything becomes much clearer, (of course with time). And this very interpretation of ("The Breach"), can then become fully "self-established" towards just what truthfully surrounds this very Breach itself. Nevertheless, things now become more founded upon. (When once it was truthfully subjected towards an unfortunate one-sided enclosure that didn't know how to officially become as one.) Because it was simply missing its other half that was an entirely unknown placement that didn't know it even existed. The Breach Interpretation is full of all sorts of unbreachable flaws! But for how much is truly unbreachable...fully depends on the sorts of acts you commit towards. That's entirely why, this very interpretation is fully masked by the intentions of either others, (or your very own, intentions). Because in the end, intentions lie their way too victory! And that's the start (not the finish), towards an act of serious possible violence...(that truthfully defies the very expectations...), of what The Breach...truly is!

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Apr 30, 2021

Apr 30, 2021 at 10:24 PM UTC

simon-7

"The Breach Interpretation."

The Breach Interpretation: Is a mild chemical defect, found on the losing side of painful guilt itself. Making (or, causing) such troubling acts of kindness, the very rhythm (full of justifiable results...), on the biggest possible gimmick...that could ever be committed. That's just a rough outline of the very interpretation (of "The Breach") itself. But the Breach part, is truly insignificantly broken from the deep inside out.... The Breach itself however, fully adopts the very different struggles between both "what is right", and "what is wrong" (with one's own personal image, and their own personal struggles at large). But that doesn't mean nothing should be any different, then when it came to how right that very someone's personal image was, and how awfully wrong their own personal struggles were...when they interpreted it into millions upon millions upon millions of different fragmented individual pieces, (of their own collection). (And that's just the tip of the iceberg, when you finally console the very dynamic realization, of eventually, coming to terms with the long acts of perspectives...) That then obviously shows that those millions upon millions upon millions of different fragmented pieces (with their very own different properties and meanings), because nothing is truly conclusive in ALL these specifics areas and points (of a system that has more to offer, then any other order of things which could tilt at ANY moment...) Revealing a mere simple reaction in their form upon an even simpler side-effect. Which tips the balance of power...and creates the most unsteady order of chaos that could become either an unstable universe (that could hypothetically become "stable", anyways). Or just another standard, simplistic, normal sense of self full of such logical wit, (or the smallest of components of each), could then finally define both each others strengths and weaknesses. Once this happens, everything becomes much clearer, (of course with time). And this very interpretation of ("The Breach"), can then become fully "self-established" towards just what truthfully surrounds this very Breach itself. Nevertheless, things now become more founded upon. (When once it was truthfully subjected towards an unfortunate one-sided enclosure that didn't know how to officially become as one.) Because it was simply missing its other half that was an entirely unknown placement that didn't know it even existed. The Breach Interpretation is full of all sorts of unbreachable flaws! But for how much is truly unbreachable...fully depends on the sorts of acts you commit towards. That's entirely why, this very interpretation is fully masked by the intentions of either others, (or your very own, intentions). Because in the end, intentions lie their way too victory! And that's the start (not the finish), towards an act of serious possible violence...(that truthfully defies the very expectations...), of what The Breach...truly is!

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I am a beat, I am a clock, I am a rhythm of some sort; I’m a carrier on a mission; The byproduct of an invention; A battery that is being charged And depleted low and large. I am a ball, I am a cell, I am the will of higher selves; I’m a layer of the kernel, Flying on seat "57L"; I’m a letter that was sent to mail, Set outbound when rings the bell. I am a curve, I am twirl, I am sustained motion still unfurled; I’m necessity in the system; Of absorption I am the emblem; I’m a branch of fractal downward; Of struggles past I ain't no award. I am a beast, I am a fork, I am a breach through inert soil; I’m a head of the hydra snake; Consolation in all of mistakes; I’m the blood of the wounded, The brain of memories faded. I am a blink, I am a cause, I am the storm after the pause; I’m the pity for the angered; Whose duties have been tempered. I'm the eye that's about to drool And the tooth that's bound to fool. I am silver when I am gold, Yes I am pale when I grow bold, Like an etching on a clean surface I'll be sanded just to be varnished; I'm the most certain of prediction, Foreseeable beyond provision. I am ludicrous, I am lukewarm, I am commitment amidst cold wars; I’m the frontier around the form And the earth that drowns the worm; Of victory I am some defeat, Accomplishment left incomplete. I am a meter, I am a yard, I am pain that causes no harm; I'm the scepter of the peasant, The suffering in the pleasant; I'm everything that's ever been said, All that's forgotten once it's been read. I am a sin, yes I am sought, I am a child yet to be mourned; I’m resistance to the inevitable, Recurrence of the unstable; I’m the distance of departures, The first minutes of final hours. I am a beat, I am a clock, I am a rhythm of some sort; I’m a carrier on a mission, The byproduct of an invention; A battery that is being charged And depleted low and large.

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Jul 14, 2019

Jul 14, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC

solav

I Am a Beat (2019)

I am a beat, I am a clock, I am a rhythm of some sort; I’m a carrier on a mission; The byproduct of an invention; A battery that is being charged And depleted low and large. I am a ball, I am a cell, I am the will of higher selves; I’m a layer of the kernel, Flying on seat "57L"; I’m a letter that was sent to mail, Set outbound when rings the bell. I am a curve, I am twirl, I am sustained motion still unfurled; I’m necessity in the system; Of absorption I am the emblem; I’m a branch of fractal downward; Of struggles past I ain't no award. I am a beast, I am a fork, I am a breach through inert soil; I’m a head of the hydra snake; Consolation in all of mistakes; I’m the blood of the wounded, The brain of memories faded. I am a blink, I am a cause, I am the storm after the pause; I’m the pity for the angered; Whose duties have been tempered. I'm the eye that's about to drool And the tooth that's bound to fool. I am silver when I am gold, Yes I am pale when I grow bold, Like an etching on a clean surface I'll be sanded just to be varnished; I'm the most certain of prediction, Foreseeable beyond provision. I am ludicrous, I am lukewarm, I am commitment amidst cold wars; I’m the frontier around the form And the earth that drowns the worm; Of victory I am some defeat, Accomplishment left incomplete. I am a meter, I am a yard, I am pain that causes no harm; I'm the scepter of the peasant, The suffering in the pleasant; I'm everything that's ever been said, All that's forgotten once it's been read. I am a sin, yes I am sought, I am a child yet to be mourned; I’m resistance to the inevitable, Recurrence of the unstable; I’m the distance of departures, The first minutes of final hours. I am a beat, I am a clock, I am a rhythm of some sort; I’m a carrier on a mission, The byproduct of an invention; A battery that is being charged And depleted low and large.

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These days in doubt my sanity proven culled from my lovitude or should I say attitude maybe solitude 'cos I thought I was on guard Until fall I did without a thud, slowly the fade began until the voice stopped no more reprimands questions stopped conscience slept and I roared happy to soar then it returned Fear, pain, uncertainty and I retraced my steps not without scars for this haven we savoured with its perks and glints now hold ashes for me, us, I can't sit still without thinking of purity sold guard let down to lovitude's joy as sorrow flooded The wasted me I might not relate to this but I do translate it can I still sit in your arms without regrets of disappointments thrown of regrets without end for that moment this madness began.

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Nov 17, 2015

Nov 17, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC

kanma-oduwegwu

Haunting shadows

These days in doubt my sanity proven culled from my lovitude or should I say attitude maybe solitude 'cos I thought I was on guard Until fall I did without a thud, slowly the fade began until the voice stopped no more reprimands questions stopped conscience slept and I roared happy to soar then it returned Fear, pain, uncertainty and I retraced my steps not without scars for this haven we savoured with its perks and glints now hold ashes for me, us, I can't sit still without thinking of purity sold guard let down to lovitude's joy as sorrow flooded The wasted me I might not relate to this but I do translate it can I still sit in your arms without regrets of disappointments thrown of regrets without end for that moment this madness began.

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Walk, Walk with your bare feet to places I've never heard. Lately, I can't seem to feel anything but words. Stand, stand at the crossroads, wonder where you will go. Distance becoming more than space, as I had come to know. But you talk, talk with conviction about everything but me. And I counted for a year. And I cursed the miles between. Distance was my occupation. I tried to measure it with a pen. And so I did not notice the breach between us- the ever present end. The breach that separated you from me, that no amount of closeness would mend.

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Feb 26, 2015

Feb 26, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC

michaela-s

The Breach

Walk, Walk with your bare feet to places I've never heard. Lately, I can't seem to feel anything but words. Stand, stand at the crossroads, wonder where you will go. Distance becoming more than space, as I had come to know. But you talk, talk with conviction about everything but me. And I counted for a year. And I cursed the miles between. Distance was my occupation. I tried to measure it with a pen. And so I did not notice the breach between us- the ever present end. The breach that separated you from me, that no amount of closeness would mend.

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Sweet liars and their sugar coated lies… Root from their heart and branch out in the skies… Their innocent souls and deceptive eyes… Their polished shoes and branded ties… In the beginning they seek your attention… The next desire is your affection… By recital of their past and rejection… Either from them or from other direction… “Don’t sympathies sweetheart, I am a strong man… Okay”… “My heart comes free with this ring and bouquet”… “Say yes, my love, we’ll plan a holiday”… “Let’s go shopping for your lingerie”… The candles are lit and the dinner is served… The charm and chivalry is observed… His scent and accent leaves you unnerved… He is definitely the prince you thought you deserved… Ah! And you fall in the trap and love as well… Dreaming of him and his tempting propel… You talk of him and his stories you tell… Of the vamps he dated and your own love spell … He has your trust and you are happy high… His kisses and touch you can’t deny… “He loves me so much” you amplify… You light his nights like a firefly… Now when you feel the bygones are supplanted… The road gets a little slanted… When you are more often taken for granted… His fluctuations show the doldrums are planted… You inspect the change and the causes aligned… And come across the love texts enshrined… You feel shattered and maligned… The way you are portrayed and opined… You demotion as ex is celebrated with a raised toast… With his new flame and he playing host… You embrace your strength with care utmost… His vows and love , haunting you like ghosts… You want to cry till you paralyze… Blaming thyself for this jeopardize… The arduous task to analyze, summarize and self sterilize… From these sweet liars and their sugar coated lies… ~Kathaa Kirti

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Jan 8, 2015

Jan 8, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC

katha-kirti

Sweet Liars

Sweet liars and their sugar coated lies… Root from their heart and branch out in the skies… Their innocent souls and deceptive eyes… Their polished shoes and branded ties… In the beginning they seek your attention… The next desire is your affection… By recital of their past and rejection… Either from them or from other direction… “Don’t sympathies sweetheart, I am a strong man… Okay”… “My heart comes free with this ring and bouquet”… “Say yes, my love, we’ll plan a holiday”… “Let’s go shopping for your lingerie”… The candles are lit and the dinner is served… The charm and chivalry is observed… His scent and accent leaves you unnerved… He is definitely the prince you thought you deserved… Ah! And you fall in the trap and love as well… Dreaming of him and his tempting propel… You talk of him and his stories you tell… Of the vamps he dated and your own love spell … He has your trust and you are happy high… His kisses and touch you can’t deny… “He loves me so much” you amplify… You light his nights like a firefly… Now when you feel the bygones are supplanted… The road gets a little slanted… When you are more often taken for granted… His fluctuations show the doldrums are planted… You inspect the change and the causes aligned… And come across the love texts enshrined… You feel shattered and maligned… The way you are portrayed and opined… You demotion as ex is celebrated with a raised toast… With his new flame and he playing host… You embrace your strength with care utmost… His vows and love , haunting you like ghosts… You want to cry till you paralyze… Blaming thyself for this jeopardize… The arduous task to analyze, summarize and self sterilize… From these sweet liars and their sugar coated lies… ~Kathaa Kirti

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Little soul - are you satisfied? She's crying over him, He's leaving because of her, You're trying to keep him here, And he's struggling to breathe and nobody likes to face the truth And I should have answered the call and I should have Little soul little soul you're going too far He isn't yours to sweep into the pond Your eyes cannot see into the correct situation's panacea evening glow, oh! so pure and whole aeration of the dust-packed pores inside Little soul, Little soul - no. Don't go there Don't wander into - LITTLE SOUL! I saw you open the package before the allotted date styropeanuts, strewn cross't wooden paneled flooring white infinity symbols, floating in rusty red blood I told you the truth would set you free And I warned you what it would do Little soul. Little soul.

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Aug 1, 2014

Aug 1, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC

blessedbylight

Little soul

Little soul - are you satisfied? She's crying over him, He's leaving because of her, You're trying to keep him here, And he's struggling to breathe and nobody likes to face the truth And I should have answered the call and I should have Little soul little soul you're going too far He isn't yours to sweep into the pond Your eyes cannot see into the correct situation's panacea evening glow, oh! so pure and whole aeration of the dust-packed pores inside Little soul, Little soul - no. Don't go there Don't wander into - LITTLE SOUL! I saw you open the package before the allotted date styropeanuts, strewn cross't wooden paneled flooring white infinity symbols, floating in rusty red blood I told you the truth would set you free And I warned you what it would do Little soul. Little soul.

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