#likeness - Hello Poetry

There are as many different people As there are as many different souls. Not two of them the same. Still they all look so very much alike . Especially from far, just like the stars. All one still one of a kind! Shell ✨🐚

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Feb 11, 2021

Feb 11, 2021 at 7:26 PM UTC

Shell

Different alike

There are as many different people As there are as many different souls. Not two of them the same. Still they all look so very much alike . Especially from far, just like the stars. All one still one of a kind! Shell ✨🐚

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Love is that acute pain which all cannot know and tolerate, Love is that happiness, which cannot be enjoyed by everyone, Love is that tear, which cannot flow from everyone's eyes, And love is that boon which is not in the luck of everyone.

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Apr 29, 2020

Apr 29, 2020 at 2:03 AM UTC

dr-k-s-bhardwaj

LOVE

Love is that acute pain which all cannot know and tolerate, Love is that happiness, which cannot be enjoyed by everyone, Love is that tear, which cannot flow from everyone's eyes, And love is that boon which is not in the luck of everyone.

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Eyes are full, hugging mine held without a touch. Gravity keeps me planted, still, floating- a press of flesh, a pull through the chest magnets penetrate deeper than skin. a force unlike, uncanny, unreal, floating- but it still holds you close.

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Mar 29, 2019

Mar 29, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC

dawn66

Hold Me Close

Eyes are full, hugging mine held without a touch. Gravity keeps me planted, still, floating- a press of flesh, a pull through the chest magnets penetrate deeper than skin. a force unlike, uncanny, unreal, floating- but it still holds you close.

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I know her by name. I know her by face. Only, I don't even know her at all. I think I've seen her once, and for once I wasn't disappointed. We are so much alike only she has brighter eyes. We are so much alike; So, I figured from black and white I could be pastel-- faded bright. We are so much alike only she drinks psalms like the preacher's wine. Before I abandoned religion I used to kneel and break bread every Sunday, too. So, I figured I could still be as holy if I clapped my hands together and whispered litanies on candles burning outside chapels— faded light. We are so much alike in the way we love books and music, anything aesthetic. But, I am wrapped in tin foil and she dons silk and laces. Same filling, different faces. And kid, I wouldn't blame you for craving the same flavor in different packaging. We are so much alike only, compared to her porcelain China doll skin, I am a witch's voodoo, covered in pins and needles piercing rough skin, a cheap imitation— a fake. We are so much alike only I'm lying when I say we are because she is pastel paint in coffee shops and I am crayola vandals on the sidewalk. And let's admit pretty isn't anything I would ever be. It makes me sick. Because I'm not like her. I'm never going to be just pretty; Pity, that's all they ever want us to be.

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Sep 19, 2017

Sep 19, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC

jnellet

Pastel

I know her by name. I know her by face. Only, I don't even know her at all. I think I've seen her once, and for once I wasn't disappointed. We are so much alike only she has brighter eyes. We are so much alike; So, I figured from black and white I could be pastel-- faded bright. We are so much alike only she drinks psalms like the preacher's wine. Before I abandoned religion I used to kneel and break bread every Sunday, too. So, I figured I could still be as holy if I clapped my hands together and whispered litanies on candles burning outside chapels— faded light. We are so much alike in the way we love books and music, anything aesthetic. But, I am wrapped in tin foil and she dons silk and laces. Same filling, different faces. And kid, I wouldn't blame you for craving the same flavor in different packaging. We are so much alike only, compared to her porcelain China doll skin, I am a witch's voodoo, covered in pins and needles piercing rough skin, a cheap imitation— a fake. We are so much alike only I'm lying when I say we are because she is pastel paint in coffee shops and I am crayola vandals on the sidewalk. And let's admit pretty isn't anything I would ever be. It makes me sick. Because I'm not like her. I'm never going to be just pretty; Pity, that's all they ever want us to be.

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By Arcassin Burnham Please tell me what you think, from the boat we sink, We don't even gotta float love, We could get drunk on a mountain if we want too, Praying to the lord that has too much on his plate, theres no reason to look above, contemplating , he just wants me to worry about you, Weakness, your touch, our bed, stimulate, tasteless, Like what we gon' do? The things*, we drank, make us, weightless, Thinkin', Where we gon' fly to? Please tell me what you think, from the boat we sink, We don't even gotta float love, We could get drunk on a mountain if we want too.

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Mar 29, 2017

Mar 29, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC

arcassin-burnham

Drank (J*Davey Phase)

By Arcassin Burnham Please tell me what you think, from the boat we sink, We don't even gotta float love, We could get drunk on a mountain if we want too, Praying to the lord that has too much on his plate, theres no reason to look above, contemplating , he just wants me to worry about you, Weakness, your touch, our bed, stimulate, tasteless, Like what we gon' do? The things*, we drank, make us, weightless, Thinkin', Where we gon' fly to? Please tell me what you think, from the boat we sink, We don't even gotta float love, We could get drunk on a mountain if we want too.

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