#chart - Hello Poetry

My tears; your pillow, An unmapped territory. Will you help me chart this new country? Or leave me - unto myself - An island of sorrows?

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Mar 10, 2019

Mar 10, 2019 at 12:44 AM UTC

annh

Cartography

My tears; your pillow, An unmapped territory. Will you help me chart this new country? Or leave me - unto myself - An island of sorrows?

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aquarius rising age of the future brotherhood of man beginning with psychic compelled creative created to follow a perfect plan disillusioned discovering the essence of emotions of the higher mind ephemeris pointing true for illustration that is me forget me not as is my ascendant sign

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Feb 19, 2018

Feb 19, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC

win

ascendant

aquarius rising age of the future brotherhood of man beginning with psychic compelled creative created to follow a perfect plan disillusioned discovering the essence of emotions of the higher mind ephemeris pointing true for illustration that is me forget me not as is my ascendant sign

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(Monsoon Moments 3) The Chart is speaking to me telling me......time has spilled over, and, shaded most parts of the pie; the space beyond the three quarters, is what catches my eyes.........the pie, looks like a clock, with only a quarter left, its hands, hurriedly ticking......emphasizing making it clearer......there is no turning back; my to-do list alerts me got to spend my hours...days, all the more wiser now, before the last piece of my pie, before the last slice of my life, gets consumed...........and, finally, be...shaded....completely, ..........by.....time........ Sally Copyright June 14, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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Jun 23, 2016

Jun 23, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC

sally-a-bayan

PIE GRAPH

(Monsoon Moments 3) The Chart is speaking to me telling me......time has spilled over, and, shaded most parts of the pie; the space beyond the three quarters, is what catches my eyes.........the pie, looks like a clock, with only a quarter left, its hands, hurriedly ticking......emphasizing making it clearer......there is no turning back; my to-do list alerts me got to spend my hours...days, all the more wiser now, before the last piece of my pie, before the last slice of my life, gets consumed...........and, finally, be...shaded....completely, ..........by.....time........ Sally Copyright June 14, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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Here and suffocating or gone and homesick every shade of grass knows that a sense of loss is certain I know trust is made through the bonds we pick like you know when your mast sails you're casting your sense of purpose I'll let you at mapping your unknown seas you'll leave me to swim in mine ex marked the how we got here after I lost my sense of time You told me from the get go back then it wasn't hard to hear Baby I can't be enough for you to hold while I'm lost in learning how to steer I knew it wouldn't last when you were unfamiliar with just lying naked but sometimes a fox in the lion's den- his outta place just feels so sacred. (I had a lovely time.)

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Aug 22, 2013

Aug 22, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC

angelamarypope

writer's name without

Here and suffocating or gone and homesick every shade of grass knows that a sense of loss is certain I know trust is made through the bonds we pick like you know when your mast sails you're casting your sense of purpose I'll let you at mapping your unknown seas you'll leave me to swim in mine ex marked the how we got here after I lost my sense of time You told me from the get go back then it wasn't hard to hear Baby I can't be enough for you to hold while I'm lost in learning how to steer I knew it wouldn't last when you were unfamiliar with just lying naked but sometimes a fox in the lion's den- his outta place just feels so sacred. (I had a lovely time.)

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