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but too soon your stars and my fantasy are overthrown as dawn’s first light returns home so, my hands brace for a last touch cascade off your chin and fall into oblivion as a new day vanishes my elaborate play and if you were here with me this morning also lost in this deafening silence, you’d hear the screams of a longing that had gone unnurtured a wish….like a baby in your arms as it dies
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Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 7:26 AM UTC
the baby wish
Honesty and feelings both matter, Honesty and feelings both matter. Every night honesty dies, Every night honesty dies. Falsehood wins and lies bloom, Falsehood wins and lies sprout.
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Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 6:08 PM UTC
The Death of Honesty
It's not just about *** its about intimacy, It can be something subtle like a smile you have only for me. It's wanting to deepen your souls connection, So much so they become your reflection. It's not just about being good at what you do, It's about looking them in the eye and saying "I'm proud of you". When it's real you'll know it's true, Because in a vast crowd they only see you. Sometimes it's can be frightening to fear what's inside, So we bury those feelings down to run and hide. It can be anything, a word, a phrase or a kiss on the head, It could be something as simple as doing the dishes or making the bed. It's in the good mornings, the how are you's the did you get home safe's, no matter how small, The way my heart still skips a beat whenever you call. Love is about reassurance that we'll make it through, It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks because I choose you.
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Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 10:12 AM UTC
Love
The anguish flows when money dies Amid the child’s and mother’s cries It comes when scarcity is lost And money made without a cost Taking savings, stealing time Open theft through hidden crime Stones or feathers, shells or beads These all once filled money needs And represented hours of work Yet money died when people shirk And made more units, cheap and fast Then money died - it did not last We work for money - you and me But central banks just print for free Fiat money - scarce no longer Loss of savings growing stronger We need scarcity - absolute No debasement - no dispute Bitcoin provides the solution clear Thank God Bitcoin’s finally here 180 nations - use fiat today All are dying - come what may Bitcoin conquers the fiat lies Bitcoin is Hope, when money dies
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Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 11:29 AM UTC
When Money Dies (Bitcoin Poem 067)
<> you pout and defer, dancing backwards, claiming, blue is now blackened from underuse, incapable and incapacitating revival *saying  eyes cannot see, distinctly, neither near or far, the tremble of love, forgot & distantly absent, but I know, a heart’s sensory muscles never die, though weaken they might, underused, un-exercised denying  that inspiration   no longer resides with in thy sensitivities, has fled, undercover of smoking forest fires all the diurnal hazards that invade, occupying my internal spaces once filled by poems you conceived, birthed, in a pleasured haze, came so fast, you bare recall agony accompanied, but not the ecstasy of the end resultant!* ***you know it’s you of whom I write, but, a note not shaming names, but messages countless private messages have I sent begging, beseeching, give me your gifts*** once more, you owe me not, though I oft irritate with my deafening pleas, yet only denials continue, my pleas ding but dent not, the tired fear of your exposition so speak to you plain, feed my soul selfish like in years gone past, there are holes in mine that require your elixir, creamy softness that moistens my face with tears of your words originating, astound, enfold** not later, not soon, not excusals, write for me NOW, WRITE FOR YOURSELF, but leave me not forsaken and thirst un-slackened,** Answer! To whom do you owe your poems?
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Jun 11, 2023
Jun 11, 2023 at 11:30 AM UTC
The Ink in Your Blood Never Dies! (To whom do you owe your poems?)
listen, i know everyone dies it’s inevitable so why do we cry when our loved ones die? i don’t understand this world this mandatory thing that happens no matter what good or bad decisions you make i am not a nihilist so i am not saying ‘everybody dies, and nothing means anything’ i want to be someone’s centerfold i need someone to miss me when i am gone i need to be held in the arms of someone who relishes in the time spent with me someone to go to church with me love God like me love life sometimes like me die with me cause everybody dies
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May 21, 2022
May 21, 2022 at 10:15 PM UTC
everybody dies
we love but why do we? how much easier it would be only to satiate the needs forgetting the foolish notions of something more the drug induced states merely staring into your eyes brings on brings me to the brink of sanity because this tired duet cries to die but i can't bring myself to do it knowing if i cut out your heart they'll be no beat beneath my breast you'll have come with one but you'll be taking two when you take your scalpel to my chest
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Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 10:45 AM UTC
To My Chest
the powerless dog lives a very long lifespan or dies just in time
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Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 12:50 PM UTC
haiku 21/3/4a
the dog barks two times i go outside to look see the hungry bear dies
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Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 4:59 AM UTC
haiku 21/1/15a
Love never dies Love never falters Once it has spoken Love is yours Love never fades Love never alters Hearts may get broken Love endures Hearts may get broken Love endures
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Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
Love Never Dies
I’ve been running Trying to catch my breath. But all I know Is that all there comes is death. The moon, eclipsed from sorrow, cries. The sun, so fiery, blots out. And it all falls down in the darkness of the sound When the beating of the hearts start to die. Only you can end this madness Only I can message you. We can fight the beast together Or we can drown in waves so blue. But I know it’s just tonight. The magic only lasts tonight. And only it’s you and I. Dreaming of a better world, where we’re alive. So what do I know? Why do I wear this esteemed robe? People watch me on a throne. But if only they could see My time is coming soon. I look the into the night Dreaming of stars that would bring us light But all I see is darkness all over again. Only us, alone, The light is getting dim.
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Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC
Death
_True feelings☘ Never dies☘ It gives all the happiness☘ Without any means☘ sorrow and pain☘ Are likes heaven☘ Distance and separation☘ Makes it stronger than mountain☘
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Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 11:27 PM UTC
True Feelings☘
I fade like a dead match,                  warmth still seeps.. But within I'm charred and            unresponsive to your words. You once lit my world, brightening my every emotion. But then you just faded like            the space between moments. Your light was there, then gone. I wanted to rekindle us,           but what is spent cant be brought. You were the match that lit my wick,          but then you were just charred                                                         echoes. We tried to relight what was there,             but we'd burnt out to early. even though I was lighting up,                 our corridors. You were no longer there,            extinguished before our time. I knew we couldn't strike it again,     it wasn't me, it was you. And even though I shone for you,              you could no longer hold a flame to me. And you                     we, were just flickering on the brightness of the past
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Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 6:22 PM UTC
A Match Against The Wick
Yes, I lost her But the pain I gained losing her Was worth every second she was in my life The broken heart in this chest Holds the ghost of her tightly And this heart Remembers All
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May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 12:51 PM UTC
Love Is Immortal
As shadows fall upon a saddened soul Breath grows faint as hope lays still against her fragile heart. She feels alive inside her trapped existence Attempts yet failed to rise like the sun Her mind races among memories of the past Reliving each one in her mind but faced with the reality of no escape The feeling of urge trying to break through But her strength weakened from many attempts of failure. Praying for chances to stand again, the soul of so much hurt and pain searching so hard for a smile of pleasure to break the force and allow a breath to rise for her life. . Her story of life like the petals of a flower, falling to their death she slowly fades asleep For her pain and sorrow too much to bear as the last petal floats to the ground, her soul flies away now she too like the petals that lay beside her has gone.
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Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
Her last Breath