#interconnection - Hello Poetry

Interconnectedness arrives as a terrible greatness yet departs the same way. Some things are never meant to last, so i'm holding on to the memos we had.

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 12:46 PM UTC

EvelynYiningChen

an artist of life

Interconnectedness arrives as a terrible greatness yet departs the same way. Some things are never meant to last, so i'm holding on to the memos we had.

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As cast into light, a shadow appears– a quiet figure, stitched our heels, moving as we move, never speaking, never sleeping. It doesn’t beg to be seen– yet it is always there. It holds what we bury– fear, denial, and grief; the voices of fallacy, the weight of dreams deferred. In its void, It collects the pieces of what we choose to ignore. The past echoes there. The burden breathes there. The purpose waits there. Still. Watching. Black, like every other. Peace, legacy, desire, love, life, time, power, freedom– the purpose we carry, even in the dark. Some move through life unaware of its presence. At times, the shadow devours us as it follows, becoming the void itself, the same void we long to escape. Like the birds that flow within the sky. Like the wind that goes where it must. Like art that forgets its maker. Like the planets, moving by their own will. Like a name, whispered into time itself. Like any form it follows, stone, trees, dust. It does not leave us, It becomes whole.

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Apr 19, 2025

Apr 19, 2025 at 1:03 PM UTC

jaiden_noviqon

The Purpose That Lives in Our Shadow

As cast into light, a shadow appears– a quiet figure, stitched our heels, moving as we move, never speaking, never sleeping. It doesn’t beg to be seen– yet it is always there. It holds what we bury– fear, denial, and grief; the voices of fallacy, the weight of dreams deferred. In its void, It collects the pieces of what we choose to ignore. The past echoes there. The burden breathes there. The purpose waits there. Still. Watching. Black, like every other. Peace, legacy, desire, love, life, time, power, freedom– the purpose we carry, even in the dark. Some move through life unaware of its presence. At times, the shadow devours us as it follows, becoming the void itself, the same void we long to escape. Like the birds that flow within the sky. Like the wind that goes where it must. Like art that forgets its maker. Like the planets, moving by their own will. Like a name, whispered into time itself. Like any form it follows, stone, trees, dust. It does not leave us, It becomes whole.

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everything under the sun has a shadow my brother the hawk my sister the tree myself this spirit am I put into form on my journey I walk forward on my path to the great infinity beyond time the tree is me I am the tree we are one as is everything under the sun

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Jan 17, 2014

Jan 17, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC

Sarah-Depression-and-the-5150s

Shadow Walk to Infinity

everything under the sun has a shadow my brother the hawk my sister the tree myself this spirit am I put into form on my journey I walk forward on my path to the great infinity beyond time the tree is me I am the tree we are one as is everything under the sun

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for you— i will always be the right way

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Apr 2, 2018

Apr 2, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC

ohellobeautiful

for you

for you— i will always be the right way

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the Sun cannot _r i s e_ without first _f a l l i n g_ _and neither could You_

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Jan 31, 2018

Jan 31, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC

ohellobeautiful

as above

the Sun cannot _r i s e_ without first _f a l l i n g_ _and neither could You_

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it's difficult not to notice the interconnection of everything that is the blades of grass transcend into a lovely girl's hair and the ocean becomes her tears and the harsh air of winter becomes her upset sigh and the sunshine becomes what he sees in her eyes and the flowers become her potential to be happy its hard not to notice the interconnection

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Sep 22, 2014

Sep 22, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC

kylie-formella

interconnection

it's difficult not to notice the interconnection of everything that is the blades of grass transcend into a lovely girl's hair and the ocean becomes her tears and the harsh air of winter becomes her upset sigh and the sunshine becomes what he sees in her eyes and the flowers become her potential to be happy its hard not to notice the interconnection

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