#loveaffinity - Hello Poetry

Through the red joysticks And white & blue slap buttons. Without the advancement of memory cards Or weird split screens to distract. My last life is always the one I save for you, Through the experience points and colorful gems There’s much more to explore. My first wow, my first time, my next again & Again. No matter how many times I feel like I lose, You’re the reason I always get back up. My initials fill all ten slots of your heart, Until you're decommissioned and pulled Out of stock. There they will always remain

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Dec 31, 2021

Dec 31, 2021 at 4:47 AM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Red Joysticks

Through the red joysticks And white & blue slap buttons. Without the advancement of memory cards Or weird split screens to distract. My last life is always the one I save for you, Through the experience points and colorful gems There’s much more to explore. My first wow, my first time, my next again & Again. No matter how many times I feel like I lose, You’re the reason I always get back up. My initials fill all ten slots of your heart, Until you're decommissioned and pulled Out of stock. There they will always remain

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Now I am certain of nothing But your existence, in chaotic disbelief. The scurry of feet patter down the path Of the avenue & city blocks downtown. As beautiful as you are dangerous, Now open to the world around you. A fiery ship intentionally dragging it’s Anchor in obsession. Not knowing how or when to stop. The smog of smoke eases its way down. We all were told to evacuate. What is this place? What is this promise made anew? Some days are better than others, The stars blend in with the search lights. At times it’s hard to tell which is which. I stand in both shock & awe. It looks like the sky has split open, The closest I’ll ever get to the sun Not knowing how, or when to stop You’ve always been familiar to me

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Oct 21, 2021

Oct 21, 2021 at 12:52 AM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Volcanic Wildfire

Now I am certain of nothing But your existence, in chaotic disbelief. The scurry of feet patter down the path Of the avenue & city blocks downtown. As beautiful as you are dangerous, Now open to the world around you. A fiery ship intentionally dragging it’s Anchor in obsession. Not knowing how or when to stop. The smog of smoke eases its way down. We all were told to evacuate. What is this place? What is this promise made anew? Some days are better than others, The stars blend in with the search lights. At times it’s hard to tell which is which. I stand in both shock & awe. It looks like the sky has split open, The closest I’ll ever get to the sun Not knowing how, or when to stop You’ve always been familiar to me

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She was here long before I. I was not native to her land. I joined hands in celebration. My every emotion, a feast returned. Aligned in reciprocation. I an inhabitant of her, & She of me. A comfort to the mind, body, and soul. I saw myself in her, Not afraid to separate where land & lake begins. Supporting each other as the sky and stars. I celebrate like a native. I celebrate in all her teachings. She a proud nation & I a piece of her. In hands the color of mud, I call every piece a name familiar of her. Without lies. Without fear to stand up. A fruit fully grown & sprout from the tree. She was here long before I, Not lost neither stolen. I joined her hands and rejoiced Before I knew I could breath.

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Sep 7, 2021

Sep 7, 2021 at 9:44 PM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Thanksgiving

She was here long before I. I was not native to her land. I joined hands in celebration. My every emotion, a feast returned. Aligned in reciprocation. I an inhabitant of her, & She of me. A comfort to the mind, body, and soul. I saw myself in her, Not afraid to separate where land & lake begins. Supporting each other as the sky and stars. I celebrate like a native. I celebrate in all her teachings. She a proud nation & I a piece of her. In hands the color of mud, I call every piece a name familiar of her. Without lies. Without fear to stand up. A fruit fully grown & sprout from the tree. She was here long before I, Not lost neither stolen. I joined her hands and rejoiced Before I knew I could breath.

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