#breathed - Hello Poetry

i saw something and heard something and breathed a scent there was nothing there

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Nov 28, 2024

Nov 28, 2024 at 1:08 AM UTC

mark-wanless

senryu 24/11/27b

i saw something and heard something and breathed a scent there was nothing there

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I was living on borrowed time But now I know, I’ll find my own This felt like an unknown building But now I know, this is my home I wanted every answer to come But now I know, to give it time I used to feel an ounce of guilt But now I know, it’s just my mind I’m in the middle But that is a good thing It all feels simple What any day can bring I’m in the middle Where I’m meant to be I’m here for a while I’ve got a life to see I dove for affection and attention I was a small piece of your life Now I feed on my own acceptance Where feeling peace brings the light I’m not in heaven, oh no not yet But I’ve run past the worst of my regret I used to think this period was the answer But I’m an afternoon before sunset

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Oct 17, 2020

Oct 17, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC

agodshapedhole

The Middle

I was living on borrowed time But now I know, I’ll find my own This felt like an unknown building But now I know, this is my home I wanted every answer to come But now I know, to give it time I used to feel an ounce of guilt But now I know, it’s just my mind I’m in the middle But that is a good thing It all feels simple What any day can bring I’m in the middle Where I’m meant to be I’m here for a while I’ve got a life to see I dove for affection and attention I was a small piece of your life Now I feed on my own acceptance Where feeling peace brings the light I’m not in heaven, oh no not yet But I’ve run past the worst of my regret I used to think this period was the answer But I’m an afternoon before sunset

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I find the allure of burgundy hues, not one for the corpse of grapes, being squeezed of every essence of life... But the allure haemorrhaging forth.. I could be buried within this collage of elegance. And when I dig myself from it, I would paint, seeing a picture of vigour. Not the outline that others see , when its chalk lined on the canvass. Its not deceased, this moment has only just breathed.

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Apr 10, 2020

Apr 10, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC

poetic-t

Rusted Hues Polish Me..

I find the allure of burgundy hues, not one for the corpse of grapes, being squeezed of every essence of life... But the allure haemorrhaging forth.. I could be buried within this collage of elegance. And when I dig myself from it, I would paint, seeing a picture of vigour. Not the outline that others see , when its chalk lined on the canvass. Its not deceased, this moment has only just breathed.

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Visual delusions: *Scrutinizing the acuity of what is visualized. But sight is only validated by the morality glazed over. Until narratives are edited to mimic a reality of self delusion.* Oral formalization *Dictation versed within syllable delusions, never sounding the reflection of thought to breath. But sour exhalation collects on vacant windows, spelling other than what is breathed outwards.* Auditory silence *Auditions drummed within, echoing on shallow walls, nothing wrote within A tirade of failures woven with three perceptions. Collective ignorance*.

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Aug 9, 2018

Aug 9, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC

poetic-t

No Sight No Vocals No Perception

Visual delusions: *Scrutinizing the acuity of what is visualized. But sight is only validated by the morality glazed over. Until narratives are edited to mimic a reality of self delusion.* Oral formalization *Dictation versed within syllable delusions, never sounding the reflection of thought to breath. But sour exhalation collects on vacant windows, spelling other than what is breathed outwards.* Auditory silence *Auditions drummed within, echoing on shallow walls, nothing wrote within A tirade of failures woven with three perceptions. Collective ignorance*.

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let your lips breathe she wanted my ******* i was so blushing after what she said ? ... .. .

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Jan 27, 2018

Jan 27, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC