#equator - Hello Poetry

i is above the galactic equator here lot more asteroids now

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Jul 29, 2024

Jul 29, 2024 at 8:11 PM UTC

mark-wanless

personal 24/7/20

i is above the galactic equator here lot more asteroids now

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I was like 13 years old when I realized that a square shape didn't ever exist, until someone made it up to confuse people. I could name a lot of other things that they tried to make me do in school and I refused. They wanted to keep us stupid because they thought we couldn't handle knowing the truth. So they made up fake shapes that don't exist in nature, and fake Gods that that have the generic "god" name. lol

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Apr 7, 2022

Apr 7, 2022 at 1:53 AM UTC

GaryL

Just a Square

I was like 13 years old when I realized that a square shape didn't ever exist, until someone made it up to confuse people. I could name a lot of other things that they tried to make me do in school and I refused. They wanted to keep us stupid because they thought we couldn't handle knowing the truth. So they made up fake shapes that don't exist in nature, and fake Gods that that have the generic "god" name. lol

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Gossamer draperies swell with heat, eastern winds push daylight over tangled bodies. Fingers travel up and down your naked torso, my hand caught suddenly in yours as you stir, a sleepy god awakened by the warmth of morning. Your body, a sundial, keeps perfect time with mine; two lovers cached in silken strands, our sacred place now fully lit with the hunger of summer. The solstice lingers past its prime, drifting over equator and into southern skies as autumn patiently waits outside the bedroom door.

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Jan 5, 2021

Jan 5, 2021 at 8:49 PM UTC

cjchaffin

morning glory

Gossamer draperies swell with heat, eastern winds push daylight over tangled bodies. Fingers travel up and down your naked torso, my hand caught suddenly in yours as you stir, a sleepy god awakened by the warmth of morning. Your body, a sundial, keeps perfect time with mine; two lovers cached in silken strands, our sacred place now fully lit with the hunger of summer. The solstice lingers past its prime, drifting over equator and into southern skies as autumn patiently waits outside the bedroom door.

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Take me back to that place Where dichotomies of North or South Right or Wrong Become Translucent Ground Zero Equilibrium.

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Dec 30, 2020

Dec 30, 2020 at 4:57 PM UTC

simon-piesse

Equator

Take me back to that place Where dichotomies of North or South Right or Wrong Become Translucent Ground Zero Equilibrium.

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Her shoulder slope open to the sun reveals the long road to warmer sands, where her heart beats the waves in the ocean, as the bass through boards on her holy dance floor, private, secluded. Her trim of green smells of a sweet musk, patchouli, of old cinnamon I fill my lungs I pretend that she's smoke, invites and then guides my journey toward her sacred equator. |||||||||||||||. . . On the run, the run, on the run There's a place to which I'd like to travel But I've been there before THAT'S HOW I GOT THIS WAY BY HAVING HAPPINESS actualized and two heavy hands to wipe it all away Disintegrate, disintegrate On the run, the run, on the run Invitation is one thing -- I don't deserve The want is with me the heart is pure This spirit, though still broken from whatever time before today.

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May 26, 2017

May 26, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC

ZeroNine

Fashion Me|Shiftless Bodies

Her shoulder slope open to the sun reveals the long road to warmer sands, where her heart beats the waves in the ocean, as the bass through boards on her holy dance floor, private, secluded. Her trim of green smells of a sweet musk, patchouli, of old cinnamon I fill my lungs I pretend that she's smoke, invites and then guides my journey toward her sacred equator. |||||||||||||||. . . On the run, the run, on the run There's a place to which I'd like to travel But I've been there before THAT'S HOW I GOT THIS WAY BY HAVING HAPPINESS actualized and two heavy hands to wipe it all away Disintegrate, disintegrate On the run, the run, on the run Invitation is one thing -- I don't deserve The want is with me the heart is pure This spirit, though still broken from whatever time before today.

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