#collided - Hello Poetry

self discovery, is a strange path a winded one its hard to grasp and will escape your fingers at any possible chance it has why is it that the true version of yourself tries so hard to get away skewed by society warped by our own reality perhaps our real selves, aren't real at all how do i tell who is the real me

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Nov 9, 2020

Nov 9, 2020 at 3:47 AM UTC

martyna-maselskyte

self discovery

self discovery, is a strange path a winded one its hard to grasp and will escape your fingers at any possible chance it has why is it that the true version of yourself tries so hard to get away skewed by society warped by our own reality perhaps our real selves, aren't real at all how do i tell who is the real me

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s*omehow I was a mystery To you But I was a broken piece A tired soul feeling unease I closed doors windows built fences around my home all I wanted was control Of the car My life was driving and wasn't it nice every other sunsets a shadow beneath the surface we collided a disruption my routine gone anticipation and back to drama It was uncontrollable the fifth gear I am scared The wind flying my hair car radio, top volume it was going too fast It was beyond me, my white fences disappeared and my living room couch is occupied Why cannot I stop this mess Soon it will be too late A repeat of fate Or maybe this is not a mistake*?

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Aug 7, 2020

Aug 7, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC

druzzy_any

Is it fate

s*omehow I was a mystery To you But I was a broken piece A tired soul feeling unease I closed doors windows built fences around my home all I wanted was control Of the car My life was driving and wasn't it nice every other sunsets a shadow beneath the surface we collided a disruption my routine gone anticipation and back to drama It was uncontrollable the fifth gear I am scared The wind flying my hair car radio, top volume it was going too fast It was beyond me, my white fences disappeared and my living room couch is occupied Why cannot I stop this mess Soon it will be too late A repeat of fate Or maybe this is not a mistake*?

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you and I are two different souls, living on two separate worlds that collided once just to be parted and never meet again.

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May 28, 2017

May 28, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC

Nicop

When you and I collided

you and I are two different souls, living on two separate worlds that collided once just to be parted and never meet again.

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I see the fighters waging their wars against unseen enemies, against the very air they breathe, against the bodies that pull them down. I hear their battle cries. I hear the swords clashing. They are on a mission: to bring you down, to bring all of you down. No one dares to stop them, Not even the blood they bleed. They're here and they want to make it known. They have found voices inside the caves you closed them in, They have found freedom in the clothes you put them in, They have found truth in the mouths of another, They have found strength with hands collided, They have found love in eyes intertwined. They have found each other. So to all the world: beware! Beware, be alive, be awake! For true love is waking from its cave, Dormant all these years, it wakes, with hunger unforeseen, with thirst unmeasured. It wakes. It opens its eyes to the world Its ready. Its awake and ready. Beware, beware those who have tried to pull it down! beware! Its the tree of life, it lives well on, after you’re gone.

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Aug 2, 2016

Aug 2, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC

Dita-H

Love

I see the fighters waging their wars against unseen enemies, against the very air they breathe, against the bodies that pull them down. I hear their battle cries. I hear the swords clashing. They are on a mission: to bring you down, to bring all of you down. No one dares to stop them, Not even the blood they bleed. They're here and they want to make it known. They have found voices inside the caves you closed them in, They have found freedom in the clothes you put them in, They have found truth in the mouths of another, They have found strength with hands collided, They have found love in eyes intertwined. They have found each other. So to all the world: beware! Beware, be alive, be awake! For true love is waking from its cave, Dormant all these years, it wakes, with hunger unforeseen, with thirst unmeasured. It wakes. It opens its eyes to the world Its ready. Its awake and ready. Beware, beware those who have tried to pull it down! beware! Its the tree of life, it lives well on, after you’re gone.

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