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And of course, As is that it is a continuous, connected course; The rivers know. Poseidon as the past, Zeus as the present, Hades as the future. Poseidon; waves & droplets Which add to an ocean, Building upon itself. Whose ripples are still felt Long after they have dispelled. Zeus; points & variables Which alter in expression, Evolving aspects of itself. Instances which fluctuate by iteration, Iterative flux influenced by environment. Hades; potentiality & movement Which allows growth & crystallization, Like sap turning to amber. As gaseous vents from which our planet's core nurtures; Plates shifting establishing new lands & new oceans. All of the same family; Kronos & Gaia
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Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
P. Z. H.
welcoming to cold how quickly you change your face cut right to the bone
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Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 10:26 PM UTC
Haiku 7: Cold
You were my angel in blackest days Smile the only light Think my world would still be black If you had not of taken away the night Darkness seemed to fill I knew Life spaced out by sobs of punctuation The monotonous dullness of time Provided color and fluctuation How could I dim the sky? The one? Had put the sun in mine Hearts are setting in the distance I'll forever remember your shine
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 4:37 AM UTC
Color And Fluctuation
Glasses clashing with a clink Sophisticated men of good health drink Congratulating one another on a deal Wondrous wealth the root of its appeal And laughter loops in-between the night air Months later a young boy can only stare As his father returns home with all his tools Midday heat hounding him as he sat on a stool His calloused hands covering his face Tearfully told the family that he’d been replaced But not just him, every buddy that he could see Said the job had set sail far over the sea The young boy couldn’t understand the notion Ran out the house and threw rocks at the ocean Yet as the days went on there was one caveat Prices at the stores did mysteriously drop So once rare treats became as commonplace As his father's work shuttling from place to place
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC
Advancements Punishing Pain
"You are one in a million."                                             - Then you realize                                                that means there must be                                                THOUSANDS Just.                                Like.                                                                      You. So you worry, You fret, You wonder What it takes to stand                                                                                                          apart. Youtrythingsyouwouldnototherwise. U do thingz you can never 4get;                                                                                      All just to be                                                                                                             original. You write and profess about matters you hardly understand. You torture yourself to s            t              r             e              t                c                      h your limits. You educate yourself So to think Like no one el$e ha$. You adopt strange habits In fluctuating,                                                                                             foreign                                           accommodations. Then you                                   r                  m                                         e                                                u                             l                           c                                           b when it all                    slips...                                                                                                                                  You almost feel                                                                                              Original.                                                                             ...away...         You change your name, Take on a new identity- One like they've never seen. Bleach your personality And sulk behind lifeless, purple hair- Garishly placed among a black and white world- While inhaling toxic fantasies That suffocate- No, wait, perhaps they liberate- Those things that make you feel alive and unique.                                                                                          You are the Original. You are unlike any force ever know. You are the thunder's roar and the wolf's howl. But you can't shake this ominous feeling:                                          You've become unoriginal
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
The Poet
"You are one in a million."                                             - Then you realize                                                that means there must be                                                THOUSANDS Just.                                Like.                                                                      You. So you worry, You fret, You wonder What it takes to stand                                                                                                          apart. Youtrythingsyouwouldnototherwise. U do thingz you can never 4get;                                                                                      All just to be                                                                                                             original. You write and profess about matters you hardly understand. You torture yourself to s            t              r             e              t                c                      h your limits. You educate yourself So to think Like no one el$e ha$. You adopt strange habits In fluctuating,                                                                                             foreign                                           accommodations. Then you                                   r                  m                                         e                                                u                             l                           c                                           b when it all                    slips...                                                                                                                                  You almost feel                                                                                              Original.                                                                             ...away...         You change your name, Take on a new identity- One like they've never seen. Bleach your personality And sulk behind lifeless, purple hair- Garishly placed among a black and white world- While inhaling toxic fantasies That suffocate- No, wait, perhaps they liberate- Those things that make you feel alive and unique.                                                                                          You are the Original. You are unlike any force ever know. You are the thunder's roar and the wolf's howl. But you can't shake this ominous feeling:                                          You've become unoriginal
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"My people refers to me as Adamant," Adamant, this Adamant, that Adamant, ruin their marriage. Adamant, make the politicians **** one another. "What do I get for being Adamant?" Come here, Adamant Stay away, Adamant Chant me million of butterflies, Adamant. Learn how to nurture, Adamant. "But I will not be Adamant no longer," Adamant, this Adamant, that You will love yourself, darling. Fostering kindred soul within us all. "God bless you. Not me," Adamant, darling Adamant, dear You are God.
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
Adamant