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#notknowing
I once saw the body of a dead man Grey and thin on the pavement First I saw his black plastic comb Then his shoes knocked from his previously alive feet at the moment of impact “Is he alive?” The driver anxiously asked “Oh, god! Is he alive?” No one answered No one wanted to voice the truth With care, I covered him with a blue and white beach towel from the trunk of my car I will never know Was it an accident Struck while crossing the road in the pre-dawn darkness Or was I a witness to the aftermath of a desperate man’s solution an intention realized I will never know what I covered up that day Like a mother putting her child to bed Beneath a blue and white towel © 2025 SincerelyJoanWrite
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Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 8:28 AM UTC
On the Pavement
I love learning, I always have. Curiosity compels, To understand all the spells, Bells and whistles. Forever the learner, and never the learned. The more I know, The more I don't know. It is troubling and yet… Freeing.
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May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 2:56 AM UTC
What the f#@k do I know?!
All I see is fog right in front of me I can't see anything clearly enough to distinct one thing from another Maybe it is suppose to be like that We've learned from a very young age to call things by their name But sometimes it's something they don't have What are we suppose to do then? Well... I guess just let them be Simple as that
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Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 1:18 PM UTC
Nameless
I think I know these people When they are only real to me Because I made them alive But only in my head When their memories started to fade from mine I put them onto paper I made them characters They made me feel safe Like I wasn't alone But I was, and I didn't know I think I know these people That I see in my daily life But when I look at them They all start to fade away Because these people are not who I think they are They are people that I never knew Because I never bother to hear their story When I was so caught up in mine Turns out every person I thought I knew was a lie I think I know When someone is sad Or they are hurting But I just look at them With a saddened look in my eye And walk away Waving goodbye To the people I think I know The people who know everything about me Know every detail right down to my soul When I don't really know them Because I am so self-involved
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Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 2:40 AM UTC
I think I know
I know how you feel. The rage rushing through your veins. Not knowing who to blame. Not knowing who to call on. Not knowing what to feel, how to react. The only thing you think of is, "To be or not to be"
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC
Not knowing
Truth gets caught in your throat. Be careful not to choke. Thunder. Out of breath. Heartbeats echo through my body. Shiver. Her eyes tangle above me. She bites her lips. **** they look so sweet I need to know what I want. Move. Stop staring idly. Waiting for the moment to be in sight. The world ain't that bright. Dazed. Thoughts scrabbled in my head. What if? I touched her by the cheek. Stroked her by the hair. And layed a kiss upon her feet. I guess I'll never know....
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
Missed Opportunity
I captured a part of him in poetry, put it down to hold against time. Praying with a small part of me, that through art he would always be mine. Words that pour through ink inspired, he must be a muse. The outcome is always fates desire, because they never let me choose. For fear of memories of him fading, I scribbled them down with pen. Not knowing where this journey is headed, only where it did begin. I can place a finger to hold a page, and remember him through verse. Every emotion scribbled down, will he be a saviour or a curse? My lips could never form the words, to capture what it is I feel. He must be meant for Poetry, so my heart would know it's real.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
He Was Meant For Poetry
Not knowing where to go, or what time, How do i know?
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
Confused