#hopelesness - Hello Poetry

In my house, the sunlight inhabits all the rooms, which makes me think that I am someone important. At the window, I fall into the slumber of the nonbeing of everything I see. I have only the sunlight on my face and arms. I am sad, like a man who never leaves his house, yet knows we live in a world of stones and trees and has no use for the hastened moves we call friendship. by Constantin Abaluta, from It Might Take Me Years, An Anthology of Poetry

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Nov 12, 2022

Nov 12, 2022 at 5:33 AM UTC

irinia

The Man in Front of the Window

In my house, the sunlight inhabits all the rooms, which makes me think that I am someone important. At the window, I fall into the slumber of the nonbeing of everything I see. I have only the sunlight on my face and arms. I am sad, like a man who never leaves his house, yet knows we live in a world of stones and trees and has no use for the hastened moves we call friendship. by Constantin Abaluta, from It Might Take Me Years, An Anthology of Poetry

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Spare me your frostbite If you can never scorch me With your burning touch

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Apr 20, 2018

Apr 20, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC

fake_ian--G1100

Adell

Spare me your frostbite If you can never scorch me With your burning touch

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Everybody's looking for something, Probably a person or maybe just some feeling. Everyone yearns, aspires, and hopes, Holding on to their fictitious ropes. We try to find it somewhere, Look here, look there, look almost everywhere. But maybe we've been actually missing, Can't seem to find a thing. For the longest time, it's been nothing, And this is not changing, 'Cause we have to admit, that yes, We're looking for it at the wrong places.

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Aug 29, 2015

Aug 29, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC

allan-pangilinan

Not found.

Everybody's looking for something, Probably a person or maybe just some feeling. Everyone yearns, aspires, and hopes, Holding on to their fictitious ropes. We try to find it somewhere, Look here, look there, look almost everywhere. But maybe we've been actually missing, Can't seem to find a thing. For the longest time, it's been nothing, And this is not changing, 'Cause we have to admit, that yes, We're looking for it at the wrong places.

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