#folded - Hello Poetry

drinking in all the moments tonight i am double dosing i can’t imagine something more potent you are my soulmate, devoted drinking in your presence i am folding, holding on to your power hiding behind the wood, trojan replaying your songs for hours

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Dec 25, 2025

Dec 25, 2025 at 8:44 AM UTC

munybee

Trojan

drinking in all the moments tonight i am double dosing i can’t imagine something more potent you are my soulmate, devoted drinking in your presence i am folding, holding on to your power hiding behind the wood, trojan replaying your songs for hours

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A loose handed emblem, of folded thoughts, Loss is weaponized in enchanted red, Wrongs corrected stemming from the blissful bare signed gawky individuals. Homage backtracked and renounced Barely earnest calls for a curious fathom-ability Heaven bound birdlike shadows, Bright light gagged and janky, Found little finger blood tacked to the earth.

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Aug 18, 2018

Aug 18, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC

wa-west

Birdlike Shadows

A loose handed emblem, of folded thoughts, Loss is weaponized in enchanted red, Wrongs corrected stemming from the blissful bare signed gawky individuals. Homage backtracked and renounced Barely earnest calls for a curious fathom-ability Heaven bound birdlike shadows, Bright light gagged and janky, Found little finger blood tacked to the earth.

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Paper folded into doors Fingers twisted into words I try to grip reality While collecting bumblebees They call me whimsical But i’m just somewhere else

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Aug 8, 2018

Aug 8, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC

e_mcnamara

Somewhere Else

Paper folded into doors Fingers twisted into words I try to grip reality While collecting bumblebees They call me whimsical But i’m just somewhere else

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And I open my eyes. In a deep sleep I was. Voices woke me up. Sounds a lot like there is a t.v on in another room. I could hear all sorts of different voices speaking. I focus for a moment and listen. There are so many. I cannot make out what they are saying. I then sit up in my bed and the voices stop! All at once. Was I dreaming? I lay my head back down on my pillow and hear nothing but my own heartbeat. I then turn on my left side. My ear folds in such a way that the voices come back! What am I hearing!? Where is it coming from? The voices are quite beautiful. I think it is a mixture of some form of acoustics that seem to travel in a time stream. Going either forward or backwords. This chaos of voices cascades only on the folded ear.

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Jul 29, 2016

Jul 29, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC

solaces

Folded ear (based on true events)

And I open my eyes. In a deep sleep I was. Voices woke me up. Sounds a lot like there is a t.v on in another room. I could hear all sorts of different voices speaking. I focus for a moment and listen. There are so many. I cannot make out what they are saying. I then sit up in my bed and the voices stop! All at once. Was I dreaming? I lay my head back down on my pillow and hear nothing but my own heartbeat. I then turn on my left side. My ear folds in such a way that the voices come back! What am I hearing!? Where is it coming from? The voices are quite beautiful. I think it is a mixture of some form of acoustics that seem to travel in a time stream. Going either forward or backwords. This chaos of voices cascades only on the folded ear.

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I was a piece of paper, you wrote upon me, I couldn't read straight away what you'd inked upon my soul. You started to fold me from the edges to the inside. I was formless before, now you sculpted my being into a constructed form. "A heart sculptured by you,

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May 23, 2016

May 23, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC

poetic-t

Origami Sculptered Design

I was a piece of paper, you wrote upon me, I couldn't read straight away what you'd inked upon my soul. You started to fold me from the edges to the inside. I was formless before, now you sculpted my being into a constructed form. "A heart sculptured by you,

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Folded gently like the hidden memory of her smile, Her parted lips in silence said more than spoken breath. words and foto T Carroll

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Apr 3, 2015

Apr 3, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC

tommy-carroll

Her parted lips

Folded gently like the hidden memory of her smile, Her parted lips in silence said more than spoken breath. words and foto T Carroll

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