#crevice - Hello Poetry

I can feel it in my soul, a ripple stirring within. In the deepest crevice, there's a whisper trying to shout, "It is done!" So why should I waver? That storm has passed, and the sea is calm. I watch the sun descend in a quiet declaration of what’s to come, its golden light and gentle embers painting promises.

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Oct 8, 2024

Oct 8, 2024 at 5:22 PM UTC

nelson-n-nsarhaza

It Is Done!

I can feel it in my soul, a ripple stirring within. In the deepest crevice, there's a whisper trying to shout, "It is done!" So why should I waver? That storm has passed, and the sea is calm. I watch the sun descend in a quiet declaration of what’s to come, its golden light and gentle embers painting promises.

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hypnotic euphonious voice summons pulling me deep crevice inner darkness unfolded somewhere between black hole light folding out absolute nothing equals something take away energy plus light glue between organic biological treasure contained skin cell facade glowing from the inside out just you love that light

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Aug 10, 2019

Aug 10, 2019 at 12:57 PM UTC

Sadtra

Euphonious Voice

hypnotic euphonious voice summons pulling me deep crevice inner darkness unfolded somewhere between black hole light folding out absolute nothing equals something take away energy plus light glue between organic biological treasure contained skin cell facade glowing from the inside out just you love that light

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she is drowning again. this time she knows the truth -she can’t do this anymore. and this time she knows that her mother’s hand is not the hand she needs in hers, and that she walks alone on the only road she’d ever known. as the road diverges, her feet are spread further and further apart, so she’ll fall into a deep crevice, or jump. she’ll fall before jumps. maybe there will a river at the bottom, so ice cold. but she’d move along, and she does love to swim. maybe it’ll be ground, and she’ll break all her bones. then she’ll pick herself up, keep walking. what if an abyss is just an abyss? a pit of nothing, a pit where you’re falling and you don’t know, how low you’ll go. and if you expect wings, how would you create them on the way down -no one cares enough to strap them to your back, because no ones cares. she knows, it’s all her fault. you know. she’s been told she’s everything, and she wants to be everything. but her heart is gone. her appetite is gone, and the once hungry girl is left picking at her plate.

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Oct 4, 2018

Oct 4, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC

thepoetamongthestars

picking her plate/i’m drowning again

she is drowning again. this time she knows the truth -she can’t do this anymore. and this time she knows that her mother’s hand is not the hand she needs in hers, and that she walks alone on the only road she’d ever known. as the road diverges, her feet are spread further and further apart, so she’ll fall into a deep crevice, or jump. she’ll fall before jumps. maybe there will a river at the bottom, so ice cold. but she’d move along, and she does love to swim. maybe it’ll be ground, and she’ll break all her bones. then she’ll pick herself up, keep walking. what if an abyss is just an abyss? a pit of nothing, a pit where you’re falling and you don’t know, how low you’ll go. and if you expect wings, how would you create them on the way down -no one cares enough to strap them to your back, because no ones cares. she knows, it’s all her fault. you know. she’s been told she’s everything, and she wants to be everything. but her heart is gone. her appetite is gone, and the once hungry girl is left picking at her plate.

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No solution is present Filling the interstice between our hearts 8-30-2017 @jobiranyc

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Aug 30, 2017

Aug 30, 2017 at 3:28 AM UTC

Jobira

Crevice (10W)

No solution is present Filling the interstice between our hearts 8-30-2017 @jobiranyc

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His words said permanent, his words said stay. His words described forever, lacing their way through my head and heart. But in the end he was too free-spirited and transient-- he was just another vagabond seeking shelter in the crevice of my smile.

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Jun 28, 2015

Jun 28, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC

hannahapproved

He Was A Transient

His words said permanent, his words said stay. His words described forever, lacing their way through my head and heart. But in the end he was too free-spirited and transient-- he was just another vagabond seeking shelter in the crevice of my smile.

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