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some of what you are a dinosaur would recognise if only fleetingly, something they stepped in perhaps or stepped over as they lumbered along underneath a star filled sky, maybe full Moon then in a deep meditation they realised that they had indeed been made of stardust and the muddy puddle they just stepped in was full of the great mix of the ancestors consequently the next muddy puddle -they stepped over to avoid squishing future generations.
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Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 6:40 AM UTC
a deep meditation
The looks of our children combination of both our positives and negatives from our different points of view raised in the mixing of our worlds the stance where it becomes their own a product gaining independence and the ability to be recognized for its uniqueness not as a mix but as a new form were similarities may be found maybe it gained your eyes the ones I get lost in or perhaps my smile the one you so often bring to life but their words remain true to their soul in the hope of finding its match the one to spark the cycle anew creating the unique once more
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Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 12:12 AM UTC
Unique
I remember being alone, stuck in the mud I remember my hands being stained with red blood And even when the times got tough My hard work was never enough I'm not as perfect as you all see My whole life I've just been trying to be free My whole life I've waited to shine But I'm still waiting for the right time To you, I'm all a secret But I'm a stranger, can you feel it? I guess I'm so used to pain That I'll take it over warm, summer rain And when I have to deal with all listed above There's a weight on my shoulders, that some call love I've been waiting for something new And right on my doorstep appears you I'm running to a place way long gone I don't even know what I am running from But I do know I'd run 100 miles, back and to Just so I could get one look at you But even if I'm with you and your artists That is not truly where my heart is All my memories of the past are fake I threw them in the thousand-feet deep lake What was I even supposed to do? I didn't know what I got myself into
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Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 7:59 PM UTC
A Mix of Memories
I pressed the red button Your smile the last thing I saw I bid you good night And was left alone with my thoughts I told you I would write something happy and you I wish to impress but what if the only thing I can write about are the thoughts that run obsessively through my head I can only write about dreams that I wish I had about charming scenarios where the ending is never sad about others’s love life their feelings and pains I try to get in their head to decipher what it contains is it love or lust that keeps him going does he really love her Or it’s fake love that’s showing my dear sweet sister says my poems are too gloomy she asks why can’t i write of things that are sunny she asks for joy, excitement and fun but how can I write of feelings I can’t out run I do feel happiness I try to explain but what can I do when it’s much easier to write about the pain about heart breaks and sleepless nights Crying and feeling alone inside conflicting emotions when I’m feeling low I just let my tears guide the way in how they flow but my dear sister and friend of mine maybe it’s time to have a change of heart I should think when I feel and seek the good for its inside me and I only have to find that page in the book look deeper than what I thought I knew and write about how my dreams come true Write about friendships family and cake smiles and laughter road trips and games find what really drives me the motivation of my heart and finally write a story that includes every part Add my smiles, the way I get up in the mornings, my love for reading and a steaming cup of coffee The pain in my legs, after a long night cooking and how sleepless nights are worth it when you see how big their smiles are looking Find within myself stories that are blended and change the narrative to include beginnings, middles and endings.
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Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 2:13 AM UTC
Late night thoughts as i drift to sleep
I pressed the red button Your smile the last thing I saw I bid you good night And was left alone with my thoughts I told you I would write something happy and you I wish to impress but what if the only thing I can write about are the thoughts that run obsessively through my head I can only write about dreams that I wish I had about charming scenarios where the ending is never sad about others’s love life their feelings and pains I try to get in their head to decipher what it contains is it love or lust that keeps him going does he really love her Or it’s fake love that’s showing my dear sweet sister says my poems are too gloomy she asks why can’t i write of things that are sunny she asks for joy, excitement and fun but how can I write of feelings I can’t out run I do feel happiness I try to explain but what can I do when it’s much easier to write about the pain about heart breaks and sleepless nights Crying and feeling alone inside conflicting emotions when I’m feeling low I just let my tears guide the way in how they flow but my dear sister and friend of mine maybe it’s time to have a change of heart I should think when I feel and seek the good for its inside me and I only have to find that page in the book look deeper than what I thought I knew and write about how my dreams come true Write about friendships family and cake smiles and laughter road trips and games find what really drives me the motivation of my heart and finally write a story that includes every part Add my smiles, the way I get up in the mornings, my love for reading and a steaming cup of coffee The pain in my legs, after a long night cooking and how sleepless nights are worth it when you see how big their smiles are looking Find within myself stories that are blended and change the narrative to include beginnings, middles and endings.
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I swim into the depth of sulpiride every night where those times I died like the dead roses when I took the stairs right to the light every composes derived the harmony of doses To swear upon the streams of reckless To the labyrinth of happiness here I go to come fire the enclaves Maybe nobody in home, hopeless
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Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 4:11 AM UTC
Scramble
briefling by michael r. burch manishatched,hopsintotheMix, cavorts,hassex(quick!,spawnanewBrood!); then,likeamayfly,he’ssuddenlygone: plantfood NOTE: Here “briefling” is a dimunutive of “brief” and also a pun on “brief fling.” Keywords/Tags: brief, fling, man, hatched, hops, mix, *** spawn, brood, mayfly, plant food
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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 6:22 AM UTC
briefling
Did your body not warn you before you were wrung dry? The day you found yourself depleted, the nights that lead upto it became fragile, your cell heavy as they were heaved onto the bed. Did you not listen to your body, when you woke up with a heavy chest and your body begged you to sleep? Did you not acknowledge your heart when it had become a black hole the night before as it ****** you out in. Your bones like gravestones prominent among the barren skin. Did the suffocating dark matter not ring louder as you gasped for air with burnt lungs. When you stood there overworked, with signals mixed and sensitive rewired and tangled did the response fit their norm of you? Did your voice not thud, with the lump in your throat? Did your heart not pound against your ribcage, your stomach not curdle with that war in your chest, as your mind raced and your chest pressured as you tried to clutch that breath? Did your hormones not muddle with your thoughts? Did they not drown them in depths and set them on fire all at once? Did it not ache your muscles before it all turned red? Did your body not scream when they came near? Your feet cemented, as your body froze? Did your gut not twist till you felt nauseous? Did your toes not curl when the feeling sunk through your spine, sat in your bones like an unwanted guest, and you like an unwilling host? Did you not feel the chill shiver down your spine as terror spread across your face and painted it white before the quake came? Did you not acknowledge your body is the vessel that you kept giving and pushing depleting it of the right to rest rather than opening it to the abundance of love it was surrounded by. Your body became over extended, your mind became forgetful a body that is now a red flag; travesty.
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC
Did your body not warn you?
Did your body not warn you before you were wrung dry? The day you found yourself depleted, the nights that lead upto it became fragile, your cell heavy as they were heaved onto the bed. Did you not listen to your body, when you woke up with a heavy chest and your body begged you to sleep? Did you not acknowledge your heart when it had become a black hole the night before as it ****** you out in. Your bones like gravestones prominent among the barren skin. Did the suffocating dark matter not ring louder as you gasped for air with burnt lungs. When you stood there overworked, with signals mixed and sensitive rewired and tangled did the response fit their norm of you? Did your voice not thud, with the lump in your throat? Did your heart not pound against your ribcage, your stomach not curdle with that war in your chest, as your mind raced and your chest pressured as you tried to clutch that breath? Did your hormones not muddle with your thoughts? Did they not drown them in depths and set them on fire all at once? Did it not ache your muscles before it all turned red? Did your body not scream when they came near? Your feet cemented, as your body froze? Did your gut not twist till you felt nauseous? Did your toes not curl when the feeling sunk through your spine, sat in your bones like an unwanted guest, and you like an unwilling host? Did you not feel the chill shiver down your spine as terror spread across your face and painted it white before the quake came? Did you not acknowledge your body is the vessel that you kept giving and pushing depleting it of the right to rest rather than opening it to the abundance of love it was surrounded by. Your body became over extended, your mind became forgetful a body that is now a red flag; travesty.
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Take my crazy and mix it with a bit of sanity and Wala you have a me clone. Take my love and mix it with the moment and voila you have harmony. Take my faith and mix it with trust and shazaam you have a miracle. Take my intention with my poetry and you have a loving friend.
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 8:20 AM UTC
My Passion My Crazy
she is water and I am but oil
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May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
An Unfortunate Series of Molecules
I paint over the true colors that they show me. But they blend and I no longer know what color it is. It's a mix and that is how mixed signals are created. They are not made by them. They are made by you.
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 5:19 AM UTC
Mixed Signals
You are the smell that comes before the rain, that gives me that feeling of serendipity and vagueness that I like, You are the smell that comes before the rain, that gives me that feeling of serendipity and vagueness that I like, You are the view that I like to see every night, you're no mere star, you're a frickin constellation. You are made up of different kinds of you that makes you beautiful, You are the food that I want to gobble and eat up but is so effin cute that it makes me want to keep you and preserve you until I think that the time is right to dig in, You are the painting that's genre can't be described, you're like realism and surrealism at the same time, you look like a fairy who descended from above but is real because I see you and can feel you, You are the dream that I keep on dreaming, hoping that it would never end, the dream that I want to reach and achieve, your radiance is what keeps me going through dark phases of my life, You are the black hole that attracts my whole being, being dragged to the depths of your own profundity and mystery, I keep on being ****** in when I'm with you, losing all sense of time and awareness, You are the sun that makes me bloom in excitement when you appear, you brighten up each day and give me reasons to wait for moments when I can see you, You are the reason why I'm so gung-ho in the definition of love, in the mysteries of love, in the ways of love or just maybe love itself, but wait, you are love itself and I love you. You are the reason why my writing became much more colorful and expressive, you give me reasons to write poetry, and I write poetry for the sole reason of expressing my feelings to you.
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
Random
You are the smell that comes before the rain, that gives me that feeling of serendipity and vagueness that I like, You are the smell that comes before the rain, that gives me that feeling of serendipity and vagueness that I like, You are the view that I like to see every night, you're no mere star, you're a frickin constellation. You are made up of different kinds of you that makes you beautiful, You are the food that I want to gobble and eat up but is so effin cute that it makes me want to keep you and preserve you until I think that the time is right to dig in, You are the painting that's genre can't be described, you're like realism and surrealism at the same time, you look like a fairy who descended from above but is real because I see you and can feel you, You are the dream that I keep on dreaming, hoping that it would never end, the dream that I want to reach and achieve, your radiance is what keeps me going through dark phases of my life, You are the black hole that attracts my whole being, being dragged to the depths of your own profundity and mystery, I keep on being ****** in when I'm with you, losing all sense of time and awareness, You are the sun that makes me bloom in excitement when you appear, you brighten up each day and give me reasons to wait for moments when I can see you, You are the reason why I'm so gung-ho in the definition of love, in the mysteries of love, in the ways of love or just maybe love itself, but wait, you are love itself and I love you. You are the reason why my writing became much more colorful and expressive, you give me reasons to write poetry, and I write poetry for the sole reason of expressing my feelings to you.
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je ne suis pas là I'm nowhere il y a des cordes à chaque extrémité de moi I suppose I'll feel this forever now parce que je ne vais jamais couper les cordes no matter where I am, I will always be far from the other.
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Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 7:45 PM UTC
entre. in-between.
I love the warmth of heart as a home run is hit in the July heat. The simmer on the weathering skin by the Carolina beach. The grilling asphalt beneath the feet of the inquisitive kid. But above all of this, both prestated and said. I love the old worn wintery ways, the weathery, the cold and gray. Where the days are as short as the ticks of a clock. And the words turn slower somehow in due time. Like the mirror's edge, I end and yet, know that I age a little less in the wintertime.
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
Contrast Of Seasons
Colours mixing with each other there is a new colour born a new shade taking the new shape blinding the landscape spiralling out of control not in hold spilling its content without intent ripping over and under unclear emptying till it disappears it is gone now.
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC
New Material
When I've started thinking there is not meaning to live? When I've started feeling so tired whenever I try to live? When I've started putting that fake mask of happiness ill? When I've started living without any desire and will? When I've stopped dreaming about that unpredictable future ahead? When I've stopped trying so hard to be part of others life? Am I going to find a meaning to live ? Am I going to get out of that tiredness in my life? Am I going to feel the true happiness if I try hard? Am I going to get back my desire to live so hard? Will I start dreaming again about the future lying ahead with mysterious lights? Will I start trying again to be a part of world with precious ones?
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
Will I be like before again?
Dead inside Spend a lot of time stuck in this head of mine Under the assumption love is dead, already Just let me be here Where was I? When he was feeling on you with his hands, at night? Seen the vivid pictures in my head, at night It left me in tears Where was I? When he was feeling on you with his hands? Seen the vivid pictures in my head I'm under the assumption love is dead Where was I? When he was feeling on you with his hands? I'm under the assumption love is dead Seen the vivid pictures in my head
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 4:41 PM UTC
Dead Inside
How did you get here? I'm drunk and confused I tried to be patient with you Yeah High up, but you fall down harder Trapped in the concept Falsely accused Misused, and misled ***** I'm hoping you ******* rest in peace (I tried to be patient with you) (Yeah) (High up) Now the fact that I'm alone is ******* comforting And I can't seem tolife flies, so just carry on With this pain inside of my chest Got no choice but to carry on, uh Yeah How did you get here? I'm drunk and confused I tried to be patient with you, yeah High up, but you fall down harder
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC
Carry On
*When it stirs its like a volcano When like a geyser it does hiss Like an atomic bomb It tears apart the molecules of bitterness within my cup That's where the replacements happen and meet Dulcet and stirringly sweet The mushroom cloud encased in liquid Pours forth steam and radiates The internal heat Of coffee*
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC
Coffee With Cream
*You've grown up into your own space And I've settle back into mine Now all I need is to be more content With our galaxies never crossing Never meant to collide*
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
A Different Universe
Your aura breathed blue My aura breathed red Your blue breathed my aura confused My fierce red tried hard to refuse But your colour seemed too beautiful Your toxic air swam too plentiful And my red fell into something weird A pit that left my fiery colour smeared Your colour densely mixed with mine The thickness of such fog left me blind And while i was slipping into a vibrant purple I forgot that we were but weak mortals My red was colliding with your blue And i was happy But then you decided, that purple wasn't the colour for you -fir.m
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
Fusion