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Who asked me, in my face, are you a cause, are your tears willing prices, paid in situ… so far from being thought no place special, Ius, to say, just another probable what did she say, that creature from my coincidental complexity colliding while realizing just today, I know how if feels to be finished, as a living thing, having been, taken as granted, just right, once, just once, and finding that once, is just where the story started, generally in the good light. If you have the wherewithal to listen to Andrea Gibson, she tells us all how dying generally feels, I wager all the tears I ever shed, she will make you cause love, she will make you weep, she will let you know the worth words carry across time and space, and determination realization, right now, is when the ideas we let be seen deserve to be seen in the best light we have. Watch Come See Me In The Good Light if you have not broken down in sobs for longer than you may remember, it is good for the soul… good for the whole
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 5:12 PM UTC
Weeping In The Good Light
When words paint a picture PAINTING a PICTURE with the WORDS of IMAGINATIONS, As your INSPIRATIONS FLOW, and BUILDS up to a CREATION, A PICTURE is WORTH 1,000 of WORDS, From the OUTSTANDING, and the OUTSPOKEN Our craft needs to be HEARD!!! We PAINT A PICTURE with our own EXPRESSIONS!!! WORDS to ENCOURAGE, yet brings to you LESSONS!!! Please hear our VERSES, For, they bring to you BLESSINGS!!! A PICTURE of FINE ART, THAT we are VOCALLY EXPRESSING!!!!! B.R. Date: 10/22/2023
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Aug 22, 2024
Aug 22, 2024 at 8:40 PM UTC
A Picture is worth 1,000 words
Do not ever let anger overpower your heart or mind and you will get to be one of an extraordinary kind. When anger is expressed in an ignorant or unenlightened way it causes some door of the heart to close where love does play. ______________________
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May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 11:26 AM UTC
Quatrain #411 - Do not ever .....
Silence There is a silence, Hidden in the loudest chaos. There is a pain, Hidden in the brightest smile. There is a feeling, Hidden in the backspaced words. There is a thunder, Hidden in the calmness. Not every silence, Need chaos to understand. Not every pain, Need tears to heal. Not every feeling, Need words to express, Not every thunder, Needs calmness to burst. Sometimes things are, Just meant to be understood. Not to be justified or explained, Just meant to be felt. ©Sanjana Tripathi @wordz_dreamer
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 4:09 AM UTC
Silence
They left And You became A poet Expressing The love Faked By time You spent For Nothing.
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Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC
Period of 17
Maybe I should learn the art of letting go Life would seem much easier then If I wasn't hanging on to the treads of my past And letting them coil around my neck Maybe I should learn the art of letting go So i'd feel less blocked less mystified Of repeating all my mistakes or have them slither back Maybe I should learn the art of being free From the birds I stalk before dawn Maybe I should start listening to their chirps Hoping to stumble upon their secrets Maybe I should stop thinking too much about all the things I do or don't think about Then maybe i'll teach myslef to put words on my lips instead of paper
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
Let go
little longer a bit more stronger and so much more I hope for. All the papers I just tore my dreams not reaching their shore. Well before, so much better heart sheltered I, not deserted. Everything I wore all filtered refined to core expressed. Could go ahead with all that keep quiet be that watch and mimic being sick in head.
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
it ain't right
I die a little bit inside, every time your scarlet lips broach about him. Yours, only best friend.
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Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 2:18 AM UTC
Him.
*My kisses will be the droplets of the mists All over you Sugary and sweet like the honey dew. A kiss, before the sun kissed ray's falls over you. In the morning or at night, No barriers Just me and you Inventing new ways of loving each other With each passing dawn. And I fall in love with you Everyday, more than Yesterday. *
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
Brushstrokes of my love
Humor comes in a million different shades. As mine reaches various greys and yellows, I admit, more often an inkling than a joke, I say, "I could die happy, right now." This life assures me nothing good nor bad. Blah. Maybe the next? If any. I won't take anything away from myself because that would mean, I have an enemy. And you don't run from your enemies, You face them. So it's safe to say, I am here until I am not. «c.h.b.»
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Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
"Come here." "WHERE?" "To terms."
You acted like my man Protecting me when I'm harm You act like my best bud Comforting me when I needed to Then later on I'll be left behind Watching you to walk away Walking towards the girl you love A scenery that really torn my heart into two I'm confused on the way you act On the way you treated me You make me fall And expecting someone to catch But my expectation fails, because no one did I tried to pull you out on my chest Cause you wreck me a lot But I guess this is how my fortune goes Though you hurt me more and more My love just go deeper My friends told me to forget about you Honestly, I tried to But what else can I do? If this feeling was stronger than me Now I'm acting like an idiot Really don't know how can I forget you Just to escape on this rail you've done I'm tired of this ***** I wanted my heart to take a rest Of this Heartache I' going through, because of you.
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Heartache
I've always contested this theory of time. This counting of sands in hourglass bottles. They always said time was in our hands. But I didn't mind because the sun always rose, always set. I never yearned to stop it. I never yearned to stay. Until I met you. Until I found myself in your arms in the morning till dawn and it never felt long enough. Until the words that made me melt into puddles formed time tables that showed a past moment I never wanted to escape from. From the falling of snow, to the falling of leaves. The hands on clocks were slowly gripping us by the shoulders; tearing us apart. Wars with the one thing we couldn't defeat. Until kisses could hold time for a moment, we could never get enough. Inserting coins into machines so that maybe hope could fall out of the slot into our empty palms. Once the days got shorter as the air grew cold, we had to dig up for good memories to keep us holding. Your skin had already been traced by my fingers, your lips had already been pressed into mine. there was nothing keeping us together other than not wanting to wake up alone at the sound of beeping alarms. To wake up calls tellings us that life doesn't stop for anyone. The cold coffee that tastes as bitter as remembering the battle with passing minutes. Some battles are meant to be lost. We lost this one, we were left with learnt lessons. I never bargained for lessons in the first place, I wanted to be left with you. Wars are temporary. We we're supposed to be forever. But once again, forever is controlled by ticking hands. And ours were never strong enough to resist it.
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
Time
I've always contested this theory of time. This counting of sands in hourglass bottles. They always said time was in our hands. But I didn't mind because the sun always rose, always set. I never yearned to stop it. I never yearned to stay. Until I met you. Until I found myself in your arms in the morning till dawn and it never felt long enough. Until the words that made me melt into puddles formed time tables that showed a past moment I never wanted to escape from. From the falling of snow, to the falling of leaves. The hands on clocks were slowly gripping us by the shoulders; tearing us apart. Wars with the one thing we couldn't defeat. Until kisses could hold time for a moment, we could never get enough. Inserting coins into machines so that maybe hope could fall out of the slot into our empty palms. Once the days got shorter as the air grew cold, we had to dig up for good memories to keep us holding. Your skin had already been traced by my fingers, your lips had already been pressed into mine. there was nothing keeping us together other than not wanting to wake up alone at the sound of beeping alarms. To wake up calls tellings us that life doesn't stop for anyone. The cold coffee that tastes as bitter as remembering the battle with passing minutes. Some battles are meant to be lost. We lost this one, we were left with learnt lessons. I never bargained for lessons in the first place, I wanted to be left with you. Wars are temporary. We we're supposed to be forever. But once again, forever is controlled by ticking hands. And ours were never strong enough to resist it.
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It has been sometime, Since my pen has hit paper. Since my words were expressed, By voices unwritten. It has been an exodus void, For my heart... Has made its collision. Pain rips through me, When my words are written. To the page.
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
Sometime Ago