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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 10:57 AM UTC
Pochemuchka
I envisioned her being erased as I slipped under this frozen lake that will cleanse me of our brokenness by turning my bones into icicles, clarifying the sum of how I became shrouded in midnight blues and the bluntness shakes my last gulp loose until the earth is still, leaving me a cliché as I glisten with the moon My thoughts flicker into a dream where we finally understood without being mean, where our love had no consequence and we did things for each other not only because we should, until a nightmare arises of living torn apart in realization that I never appreciated her when she was in my arms Now I'm sorting through decay into a dimension of fading memory and things speed up as my mind begins to race, but was it ever my mind to behold? Are we just visions projected through those that personify us? The concept of missing another has left, where is here? Her face dissolves, and my last thought conjured is a question of why there was no emphasis on other people or resolve before I got lost in self-destruction, looking for the sound of her laughter What remains is unending fear as this aura travels elsewhere and a body absently sinks to the bottom of Moses Lake; goodbye dear
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Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 10:46 PM UTC
Frozen Lake
She said, "I'm looking for someone, Looking for something." I asked, "What is it?" She replied, "I can't exactly remember." I questioned, "How will you know you've found it?" She said, "It's something one can't forget, Someone never forgotten." I asked further, "Well, who is it?" She said, "I don't really know, But I think I've seen them before. There's an image in my head And an idea in my mind, They feel innate to me." "Are they, though?" She didn't answer, "I think if I just do As my parents have done And their parents have done, I'll be all the closer." I just shook my head and laughed. "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you. I just find it funny. You say you're searching For something or someone, And you only have the slightest idea Of what that is." "I know, it's a bit silly." "Why, they could be Talking to you right now And you would never know it then!" "Maybe, maybe not. I'd like to think I would recognize it, recognize them." "Well, you don't think You're special do you?" "No more so than anyone else." "So, how would you know?" "I guess I just believe, I have faith in that Hope shall deliver me. I try my hardest To be the best I can be, I always try to be honest And act respectfully. I love with all my heart And shelter it from nobody." "Ah, but do you reach? Do you search your mind As much as the tangible world? Perhaps what you're looking for Can't be found Without exploring within first. Perhaps this is the only place It exists. Maybe it is a mystery Confused with fantasy, Maybe it is a fantasy Confused with mystery. Perhaps it can Only be discovered By any one individual. Maybe by elusion, Made by illusion. Perhaps it is, Perhaps it isn't, Maybe you're just not worthy. Perhaps you've already eclipsed it." I had said. "I'm looking for someone, Looking for something." I said. "What is it?" She said. "It's something one can't forget, Someone never forgotten." I said. "Yes, but who remembers? And what memories?" She said. "It's something that can't be held, But something one must hold. It's something that can't be told, But something one must tell. It's like the melody of a song, Like the lyrics sung. It is only as old As it is young." I said. "What is it?" She said. "What is it?"
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Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 2:30 PM UTC
A Love Between Lovers
She said, "I'm looking for someone, Looking for something." I asked, "What is it?" She replied, "I can't exactly remember." I questioned, "How will you know you've found it?" She said, "It's something one can't forget, Someone never forgotten." I asked further, "Well, who is it?" She said, "I don't really know, But I think I've seen them before. There's an image in my head And an idea in my mind, They feel innate to me." "Are they, though?" She didn't answer, "I think if I just do As my parents have done And their parents have done, I'll be all the closer." I just shook my head and laughed. "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you. I just find it funny. You say you're searching For something or someone, And you only have the slightest idea Of what that is." "I know, it's a bit silly." "Why, they could be Talking to you right now And you would never know it then!" "Maybe, maybe not. I'd like to think I would recognize it, recognize them." "Well, you don't think You're special do you?" "No more so than anyone else." "So, how would you know?" "I guess I just believe, I have faith in that Hope shall deliver me. I try my hardest To be the best I can be, I always try to be honest And act respectfully. I love with all my heart And shelter it from nobody." "Ah, but do you reach? Do you search your mind As much as the tangible world? Perhaps what you're looking for Can't be found Without exploring within first. Perhaps this is the only place It exists. Maybe it is a mystery Confused with fantasy, Maybe it is a fantasy Confused with mystery. Perhaps it can Only be discovered By any one individual. Maybe by elusion, Made by illusion. Perhaps it is, Perhaps it isn't, Maybe you're just not worthy. Perhaps you've already eclipsed it." I had said. "I'm looking for someone, Looking for something." I said. "What is it?" She said. "It's something one can't forget, Someone never forgotten." I said. "Yes, but who remembers? And what memories?" She said. "It's something that can't be held, But something one must hold. It's something that can't be told, But something one must tell. It's like the melody of a song, Like the lyrics sung. It is only as old As it is young." I said. "What is it?" She said. "What is it?"
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We are all like wildflowers. We fall to the ground as seeds, some are swept away without a chance, while others begin to germinate and sprout after some time in utter darkness, enveloped with earth for what must feel like an eternity. We begin to form ourselves into the ideal shape under ideal conditions, and even under conditions which would more than likely do us in, by the grace of the universe and process itself. We gather up sunlight as the manifestation of motivation and courage, and we begin to satiate our spirits with unspoken gratitude, which spills over into joy and laughter, which we commit to our subconscious memory, and we let it build us up into stronger, more beautiful versions of our truest selves. But this inertia and energy only lasts so long, until we are buffeted by the harsh winds of unfortunate events and circumstances, until we require rejuvenation from the universe and from the very depths of our subconscious once again. There is a waiting period for this to occur, which I would call depression. When we feel like it’s not worth the effort, when we feel like giving up or not pushing ourselves to our limits, or even when we feel like just not so much as enjoying the passing moment, we must gain strength from outside of ourselves at times when we feel we do not have what it takes to keep pushing. The beauty and magnificence of life is ultimately contagious, and when we realize that bad times breed good times, we realize that good times ultimately spill over into inevitable bad times. The Yin and Yang is a good example of this. “As above, so below, as within, so without.”-The Emerald Tablets. When we reach our peak, our flowering stage in life, we are so beautiful and full of radiance, and everyone around us thinks so too. That’s what I mean when I say the beauty and magnificence of life are ultimately contagious, but the same can be said for negativity, doubt, hatred, self loathing, fear, pessimism, and the false idea that life is only to be enjoyed by the rich, and that there’s no hope for the average individual. These thought patterns will hold you hostage, they will break you down, and they will make you virtually unable to process any sort of joy regarding this incredible experience we call life. The only way to break the cycle of negative thoughts, is to take a step back and practice gratitude and awe for the absolutely insane process of our evolution, and our growth as a species, our growth as wildflowers, who are strewn about the countryside basking in the sunlight, swaying in the breeze like our very emotional states often do. We are a thing of untold majesty, the true personification of all that is, and when we finally say goodbye to our oldest and closest friend, Gaia herself, the planet, the life cycle, our temporary blip in the history of mankind, we can we can hear her laughing, giggling like a young girl at the antics of a playful kitten, telling us that this life had not gone to waste, and that our memories and energy will live on, and that all of us, no matter how seemingly insignificant, have made an indescribably positive impact on the world around us, and that the world was made infinitely better because we were here. We, the wildflowers, are here to give people joy, and to see the beauty in us, and ultimately all around us.
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Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 9:44 AM UTC
We Are As Wildflowers
We are all like wildflowers. We fall to the ground as seeds, some are swept away without a chance, while others begin to germinate and sprout after some time in utter darkness, enveloped with earth for what must feel like an eternity. We begin to form ourselves into the ideal shape under ideal conditions, and even under conditions which would more than likely do us in, by the grace of the universe and process itself. We gather up sunlight as the manifestation of motivation and courage, and we begin to satiate our spirits with unspoken gratitude, which spills over into joy and laughter, which we commit to our subconscious memory, and we let it build us up into stronger, more beautiful versions of our truest selves. But this inertia and energy only lasts so long, until we are buffeted by the harsh winds of unfortunate events and circumstances, until we require rejuvenation from the universe and from the very depths of our subconscious once again. There is a waiting period for this to occur, which I would call depression. When we feel like it’s not worth the effort, when we feel like giving up or not pushing ourselves to our limits, or even when we feel like just not so much as enjoying the passing moment, we must gain strength from outside of ourselves at times when we feel we do not have what it takes to keep pushing. The beauty and magnificence of life is ultimately contagious, and when we realize that bad times breed good times, we realize that good times ultimately spill over into inevitable bad times. The Yin and Yang is a good example of this. “As above, so below, as within, so without.”-The Emerald Tablets. When we reach our peak, our flowering stage in life, we are so beautiful and full of radiance, and everyone around us thinks so too. That’s what I mean when I say the beauty and magnificence of life are ultimately contagious, but the same can be said for negativity, doubt, hatred, self loathing, fear, pessimism, and the false idea that life is only to be enjoyed by the rich, and that there’s no hope for the average individual. These thought patterns will hold you hostage, they will break you down, and they will make you virtually unable to process any sort of joy regarding this incredible experience we call life. The only way to break the cycle of negative thoughts, is to take a step back and practice gratitude and awe for the absolutely insane process of our evolution, and our growth as a species, our growth as wildflowers, who are strewn about the countryside basking in the sunlight, swaying in the breeze like our very emotional states often do. We are a thing of untold majesty, the true personification of all that is, and when we finally say goodbye to our oldest and closest friend, Gaia herself, the planet, the life cycle, our temporary blip in the history of mankind, we can we can hear her laughing, giggling like a young girl at the antics of a playful kitten, telling us that this life had not gone to waste, and that our memories and energy will live on, and that all of us, no matter how seemingly insignificant, have made an indescribably positive impact on the world around us, and that the world was made infinitely better because we were here. We, the wildflowers, are here to give people joy, and to see the beauty in us, and ultimately all around us.
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I didn't know when I'd see you again, Four years loved and lost, Right here. Every time I leave, I leave a part of myself behind. My old self lived here. Can I learn to love you again? I watched lives get lost living here, I lost friends and family here. I cried and screamed here. I watched people get married, I saw relationships begin. I laughed and smiled here. No matter how far, You never leave my heart. Life took a turn, And now I'm here. I'm ready for my next move, I can see myself growing old here. But I also dream of leaving here. The time has come, The streets glow in the winter sun. Auld Reekie, how I missed you. It's good to be back with you.
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Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 8:12 AM UTC
Auld Reekie
In your dreams And in your memories It is there. Wild fantasy. Don’t pretend that you don’t chase it Like a toddler playing make-believe. And don’t pretend you don’t yearn for it Like a roaring thirst you cannot quench. In the dreamscape, We all run free And let our thoughts run amok, But I know you have that wild fantasy. Through the meadows of your mind Past the daisies of yesterday, And the poppies of tomorrow You chase the little menace. Into the fields of wheat That seem like your emotions. Past the grain silo That vaguely resembles your memories. And soon you catch her, Your mischievous little sister. You can’t remember what was on your mind before So the two of you walk back to the farm and You just enjoy Your wild life; In wild fantasy We are more real than we will ever be.
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Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
In Wild Fantasy
The sound of the leaves written primarily by trees. As such was the beauty heard plainly with ease. Up mountains, round rivers. A song for the birds. For the people that fly there. Across valleys was heard. Now what be the mention of this, you may wonder, Alone to unravel the blur from down under. A song can be sung from the language of trees. I heard in the sky and then carried to thee. https://www.susykamber.com/ Ekphrastic Poetry Explores Art
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Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 9:09 AM UTC
Song for the Birds and People That Fly
Days' number and my value decays So I set out to seek that of eternal worth At a focal moment, the map now walks before me So I move closer for better inspection Still, I am treading on foreign lands. I do not want to be in darkness I keep myself close to the lighthouse, and my beacon always in reach Curiously pondering over a reflection of myself I am convicted and the turbulence of escape has exhausted my potential I trace the course as each nautical mile pulls me further away from the typical reality I am afraid to lose And yet by myself, there is no point to prove Keeping myself afloat has drawn all my energy And I am frozen from being afraid to sink
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May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
Miles away from reality
For Better, or For Worse, I am blessed with a curse, with each verse spoken, clouds dance the skies to heaven, mountains move, as mother nature is awoken, she is pleeing for world peace, on her knees- begging rain trickles down trees, and off leaves, into running rivers. feeding the diverse universe
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Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 6:40 AM UTC
for better or worse, in thus diverse Universe
all mirrors serve a purpose set me reverse a mean law all mean men serve a ream list send me reverse no meme law all mean ones serve a reed nest send me reverse no meme law all mean ones serve a reed nest
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Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC
mirrors (instruction-based poem, see desc)