#clair - Hello Poetry

you destroy me every day like a cancer in my bones my own body eating me away until there is only the dust of you

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Jun 9, 2025

Jun 9, 2025 at 10:17 PM UTC

renne

hard to sleep

you destroy me every day like a cancer in my bones my own body eating me away until there is only the dust of you

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Often times, we are left broken by the pier. Weathered and Finally Alone. With the only thing in front of us Is this cold ocean. And the thoughts that matches it's tone. Sometimes, we are led to a road to nowhere. But I went on this expedition. with you so lovingly in my mind. I wanted to make art, before we said our goodbyes. To travel hopefully is better than to arrive. That's the message that kept me believing. That's the feeling that kept me alive. No. That's the riddle to finally living my life. I step forward, looking at this vast ocean. You may no longer be there, bracing the emotions with me. But.. I can feel you next to me. Watching me, as we have hopefully arrived.

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Jun 24, 2025

Jun 24, 2025 at 2:52 PM UTC

valoruu

Expedition

Often times, we are left broken by the pier. Weathered and Finally Alone. With the only thing in front of us Is this cold ocean. And the thoughts that matches it's tone. Sometimes, we are led to a road to nowhere. But I went on this expedition. with you so lovingly in my mind. I wanted to make art, before we said our goodbyes. To travel hopefully is better than to arrive. That's the message that kept me believing. That's the feeling that kept me alive. No. That's the riddle to finally living my life. I step forward, looking at this vast ocean. You may no longer be there, bracing the emotions with me. But.. I can feel you next to me. Watching me, as we have hopefully arrived.

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Epitome of despair A little Impaired Agony and hatred Entertained by Clair -Oh, Clair how are you?

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Feb 1, 2021

Feb 1, 2021 at 12:17 AM UTC

itskimberly

Clair

Epitome of despair A little Impaired Agony and hatred Entertained by Clair -Oh, Clair how are you?

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I've had a thousand conversations with you in my mind this week. I already know what you will say. My responses, yes, ...they are rehearsed. My patience is limited for, unlike you, ...I have seen this movie before. Sorry, "It doesn't mean I do not love you, in fact, ...it means the opposite." ...because you are all I think about -constantly. * *It is not that I am really smart It is not that I am really smart It is not that I am really smart.* * I see you all. All the time, endlessly

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Dec 25, 2016

Dec 25, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

Clair

I've had a thousand conversations with you in my mind this week. I already know what you will say. My responses, yes, ...they are rehearsed. My patience is limited for, unlike you, ...I have seen this movie before. Sorry, "It doesn't mean I do not love you, in fact, ...it means the opposite." ...because you are all I think about -constantly. * *It is not that I am really smart It is not that I am really smart It is not that I am really smart.* * I see you all. All the time, endlessly

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Your soul is a choice, bucolic scene With charming travellers in a masquerade Playing the lute and dancing, yet seem Sad beneath their fanciful charade. All carouse in a minor key Of victorious love and opportunity, They seem not to believe in their delight And their song mingles with the moonlight, In the still moonlight, beautiful and blue, Birds in the trees dream and sigh by Elegant fountains among marble statues, And the cascades in their ecstasy cry.

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Apr 28, 2015

Apr 28, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC

evie-brill-paffard

Translation: Clair de Lune (Verlaine)

Your soul is a choice, bucolic scene With charming travellers in a masquerade Playing the lute and dancing, yet seem Sad beneath their fanciful charade. All carouse in a minor key Of victorious love and opportunity, They seem not to believe in their delight And their song mingles with the moonlight, In the still moonlight, beautiful and blue, Birds in the trees dream and sigh by Elegant fountains among marble statues, And the cascades in their ecstasy cry.

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