#inverse - Hello Poetry

inverse my talent to let go and be what i'm not. transverse my axle and you'll find a kind of heaven greasing the pole. what speaks without words always, a riddle unto itself. the tree of life is laughing exaltations in polarizing resplendence. bright bones are jubilantly marching ever deeper into the triumphant unknown. we are woven with mystery, riding waves of inherited momentum on a sea of uncertainty. ex mysterium, ad mysterium and don't forget about the punchline - flatline...

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Mar 28, 2020

Mar 28, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC

Laokos

the power of death is the power of life

inverse my talent to let go and be what i'm not. transverse my axle and you'll find a kind of heaven greasing the pole. what speaks without words always, a riddle unto itself. the tree of life is laughing exaltations in polarizing resplendence. bright bones are jubilantly marching ever deeper into the triumphant unknown. we are woven with mystery, riding waves of inherited momentum on a sea of uncertainty. ex mysterium, ad mysterium and don't forget about the punchline - flatline...

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First among many. That was me, to you; the first from the last. The last among many. That was you, to me; the last from the rest. Quite a nice position, wasn't it? A woman of many talents, of many stories that were too late told, of hardships in silence buried. A lifetime of rollercoasters, of standing on a pedestal and being struck to the ground, heel to skull, teeth to pavement, threatening to never let up. Yet you did, and have not spoken of it since. Do the words 'too little, too late' ring any bells? Does the phrase 'less is more' still hold true? In my mind, I see you in an ocean of darkness Helpless, and friendless, suffering in silence. Yet, you're hardened by years of experience, of hurt in the dark, of scars in the night. You, an old dog, and one of your oldest tricks -- licking your wounds in isolation, willing the world to do its worst as you weathered the storm, one that you've already withstood before. I can only describe you as an Inverse; a woman who, ignoring her own palms skinned to muscle, to bone, built ramps and laid bridges to give children enough space to run; who, turning her back from a life of rejection and hate, showered everyone with only gratitude, and love, and everything that she knew she deserved but never received. You, who brought words to life in a language so deeply underappreciated, have rendered the world speechless. You, who have shown strength in the face of adversity, have rendered your blood weak. A woman of contradictions, contradictions of the best kind -- for even in death, we celebrate life.

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Nov 2, 2019

Nov 2, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC

iamanidhwal

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First among many. That was me, to you; the first from the last. The last among many. That was you, to me; the last from the rest. Quite a nice position, wasn't it? A woman of many talents, of many stories that were too late told, of hardships in silence buried. A lifetime of rollercoasters, of standing on a pedestal and being struck to the ground, heel to skull, teeth to pavement, threatening to never let up. Yet you did, and have not spoken of it since. Do the words 'too little, too late' ring any bells? Does the phrase 'less is more' still hold true? In my mind, I see you in an ocean of darkness Helpless, and friendless, suffering in silence. Yet, you're hardened by years of experience, of hurt in the dark, of scars in the night. You, an old dog, and one of your oldest tricks -- licking your wounds in isolation, willing the world to do its worst as you weathered the storm, one that you've already withstood before. I can only describe you as an Inverse; a woman who, ignoring her own palms skinned to muscle, to bone, built ramps and laid bridges to give children enough space to run; who, turning her back from a life of rejection and hate, showered everyone with only gratitude, and love, and everything that she knew she deserved but never received. You, who brought words to life in a language so deeply underappreciated, have rendered the world speechless. You, who have shown strength in the face of adversity, have rendered your blood weak. A woman of contradictions, contradictions of the best kind -- for even in death, we celebrate life.

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Capture despondency and confine it to verse. Control what is written, your emotions inverse. ©

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Sep 20, 2019

Sep 20, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC