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The old man eats his TV dinners, He's never learned to cook. He believes it's a woman's job But he never quite has the nerve to approach one. Sure, there have been some But far & in-between. They don't stay long, Bar the ones who have been there Not to love but to take. But he was smart enough To cut them off And not ache for a connection Even if it wasn't genuine. He has sense enough Yet, not exactly a kind which is common. For he finds it hard To stand on ground equidistant. But what is normal? Is it such a thing as loneliness or love Which more people take apart of? In love there is loneliness, Just as in loneliness there is love. Whether it is from hearts together Who can't stand each other, Or from hearts seperate Yet readily love one another. Is it such a thing as loneliness in love Or love in loneliness Which more people find themselves in? Of the equal strength it takes to stay There is someone stronger in leaving, Of the equal weakness it takes to wane There is someone weaker in longing. Yet, of the unrequited, These are but fancy words Which don't always flower to fruition. And love can be won through persistence, But to some it is akin to attrition. The foundation of it loose & unstructured, Rather than unbound & liberated. Perchance, by the eye which beholds; Some think it cowardly - Some think it bold. To go on loving, nonreciprocal. To go on loving, unconditional.
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Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 3:46 PM UTC
Save A Leg For Me!
For the seeds were woven yet nothing grew, that which watched above sewing the earth with salty tears, for he had asked for the first woman to seed.. And the father said No....... You shall not seed fields that aren't yours. She is no Mary, you will not be an illegitimate father to my child woven in the cloth of forsaken love. They were a unity of forever. Your just a passing thought to the illegitimate consequences of fate. And look where that got you.... There are no fields to sew, for your fruit is inedible to the palette of humanity.... The nature of you fruit is woeful, and your nourishment is toxic to the substance of our fruition.
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Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
When Illegitimate Seeds Are Woven
Foolish Really how did I not know Every feeling I have towards you is a reflection of something within myself Of course I don't trust you I have nothing but doubt for myself My own thoughts contradict one another I'm afraid to be proud I can't remember the last time I felt unabashedly proud I can remember silently rejoicing straight faced after scoring a goal in a soccer game Brushing off my teammates cheers and shouts I can remember trying to let my friends know I'm just a good test taker That good grades don't equate to intelligence Subtly depreciating my own source of pride Too afraid to have ownership Of any talent or skill I'd rather halt progress than be granted attention I'd rather lose all my skills than have superiors with high expectations So you shouldn't expect me, really To be capable of loving you I'll give too much or too little But I'll never quite be sure you really love me
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC
Muffled
Floating like Dandelion florets caught upon the breeze Thoughts scatter to the four corners of the world Lucid dreams dragging ecstatically at the seam of self Unpicked nightmares rearing up and roaring A lions roar, a cats purr fangs floating in a pool of perfume Cannot obscure the golden tower of blow ***** Seed dispersal through rosettes Disturbed paw printed earth receives seeds.
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
Dent de lion
I invested in love. Then I kindled it, With faithfulness. I sowed the seed, Then I watered it, With so much care. I am so well-versed with life, Then I know a thing about it, With patience, it only ripens. I want it to grow, Then I must care, With high patience. I planted the tree, Then I must wait, With selflessness.
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Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
What I Invested In Life
These cicadas, their transformation is mine... leaving behind the exo-existence. The inside is out. The vibrant vibration... the truth is in my mouth and on my face... The beginning is fruition. The world is Alive                                        and so am I. I feel everything. I am everything.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
Late Summer -Oklahoma-