#photons - Hello Poetry

ideas thoughts imagining perception of beauty fluttering wings abound nymphs in the sky reflection nymphs in the abyss goddess training grounds dancing photons brilliance unfolding imagination critical ingredient without what would you see smeared paint splattered palette knife magic flowing and dripping imperfections

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Dec 9, 2018

Dec 9, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC

Sadtra

Ideas

ideas thoughts imagining perception of beauty fluttering wings abound nymphs in the sky reflection nymphs in the abyss goddess training grounds dancing photons brilliance unfolding imagination critical ingredient without what would you see smeared paint splattered palette knife magic flowing and dripping imperfections

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Thistle You are so beautiful Fierce in appearance I can imagine Stepping on you With bare feet Here and there I can hear my screech Your thorns Thwarting an invasion Imagining with delight The love of a country You are Legend Magic starts Seeds waiting For the sun to shine Floating in the dark of the night Like a puffy cloud Once Brilliant photons Start raining down You thistledown As if it’s just your dream Blown by the wind

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Dec 6, 2018

Dec 6, 2018 at 9:43 AM UTC

Sadtra

Thistle

Thistle You are so beautiful Fierce in appearance I can imagine Stepping on you With bare feet Here and there I can hear my screech Your thorns Thwarting an invasion Imagining with delight The love of a country You are Legend Magic starts Seeds waiting For the sun to shine Floating in the dark of the night Like a puffy cloud Once Brilliant photons Start raining down You thistledown As if it’s just your dream Blown by the wind

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Soul of a flower So beautiful So sweet Photons rain on you Dirt is no match Creatures adore Spreading your love Respecting your wild ways All while it’s just you Being you So inspiring Was that really you? I hope... ~ The moment you find the beauty in all the adversity in facing your own thoughts

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Nov 21, 2018

Nov 21, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC

Sadtra

Soul of a Flower

Soul of a flower So beautiful So sweet Photons rain on you Dirt is no match Creatures adore Spreading your love Respecting your wild ways All while it’s just you Being you So inspiring Was that really you? I hope... ~ The moment you find the beauty in all the adversity in facing your own thoughts

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Reduction asper daylight hours to worship will immediately arise after 2018 North American orbital trip, viz zits summer solstice (human primal solar deification) riding astride spaceship Earth, albeit 6:07 Ante Meridiem Thursday June 21st noticeably slip ping thru space beginning to harvest incremental darkness as Gaia rip pulls across wrinkle in time daylight will undermine a loss, and over the next month approximately jip ping United States kinsfolk, who revere El Sol quotidian solar rays, by one hour and eight minutes (i.e. 4080 seconds), thence trumpeting seriously moonlighting re: getting down to brass tacks business - grip ping a markedly steadfast advancement, whence August arrives (watch out), cuz cutthroat prime rate (zero APR) doth clip, and clock about two minutes per diem, quite a substantial blip.

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Jun 21, 2018

Jun 21, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Post Summer Solstice 2018

Reduction asper daylight hours to worship will immediately arise after 2018 North American orbital trip, viz zits summer solstice (human primal solar deification) riding astride spaceship Earth, albeit 6:07 Ante Meridiem Thursday June 21st noticeably slip ping thru space beginning to harvest incremental darkness as Gaia rip pulls across wrinkle in time daylight will undermine a loss, and over the next month approximately jip ping United States kinsfolk, who revere El Sol quotidian solar rays, by one hour and eight minutes (i.e. 4080 seconds), thence trumpeting seriously moonlighting re: getting down to brass tacks business - grip ping a markedly steadfast advancement, whence August arrives (watch out), cuz cutthroat prime rate (zero APR) doth clip, and clock about two minutes per diem, quite a substantial blip.

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prior to this day March 13th, (Friday) 2018, the local climate (here in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania) did accord with weather more aligned more apropos with late winter so summery spike of Mercury thermometers for those of you old enough to remember (Careful NOT to chomp on fragile slender tubular glass), whence silvery liquid metal would poison... like sting of a scorpion, anyway (regional forecast by meteorologists) attested by the outsize outside electronic bulletin board (situated on the property of Perkiomen Valley High School) where space doth a ford to envision a spectacular sight, this gourd jess scenic tract, nonetheless registered over eighty degrees, and hoard of wives, sans special treasure re: bond courtesy viz Mother Nature Spring time bounty on the verge to yield ample harvest to fill cornucopia horn of plenty Omaha lore dee Lord ah...the picturesque setting found me eyes moored thus temptation pitched perfect game of LIFE where fauna and flora sub woofing audio- logically roared, and this **** Sapien felt his psyche scored with the golden radiant sear ching, transcendent, transparent transient rods, whereat thy face turned toward cerulean vault - a cathartic, electric, and fantastic panacea to ward off lingering late winter moody blues as many a lan yard flush with excited children of a lesser god.

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Apr 13, 2018

Apr 13, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

80+ degrees Fahrenheit

prior to this day March 13th, (Friday) 2018, the local climate (here in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania) did accord with weather more aligned more apropos with late winter so summery spike of Mercury thermometers for those of you old enough to remember (Careful NOT to chomp on fragile slender tubular glass), whence silvery liquid metal would poison... like sting of a scorpion, anyway (regional forecast by meteorologists) attested by the outsize outside electronic bulletin board (situated on the property of Perkiomen Valley High School) where space doth a ford to envision a spectacular sight, this gourd jess scenic tract, nonetheless registered over eighty degrees, and hoard of wives, sans special treasure re: bond courtesy viz Mother Nature Spring time bounty on the verge to yield ample harvest to fill cornucopia horn of plenty Omaha lore dee Lord ah...the picturesque setting found me eyes moored thus temptation pitched perfect game of LIFE where fauna and flora sub woofing audio- logically roared, and this **** Sapien felt his psyche scored with the golden radiant sear ching, transcendent, transparent transient rods, whereat thy face turned toward cerulean vault - a cathartic, electric, and fantastic panacea to ward off lingering late winter moody blues as many a lan yard flush with excited children of a lesser god.

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the lights are dim the happiness is the sorrow the stars are the sun and the absence is longing for i don't know what's inside there's a ******* in emptiness and the emptiness is absence lights are just illusion the feelings are tangled like a myth of red string and i don't know where should i go finding you in the compact of photons

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Jan 28, 2018

Jan 28, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC

fatimugh

absence of nothing

the lights are dim the happiness is the sorrow the stars are the sun and the absence is longing for i don't know what's inside there's a ******* in emptiness and the emptiness is absence lights are just illusion the feelings are tangled like a myth of red string and i don't know where should i go finding you in the compact of photons

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Even when he walked through that door for the first time The thought of engaging with him in any sort was a crime Ultimately my first thought was Now I understand why we never crossed paths An aggressive, secluded, sexist male entity However, preoccupied by my own judgement, he thought me to be pretty And all of a sudden, that grotesque mortal molded into a handsome beast Nurturing, loving, controversial but attentive the least Gracefully and gradually I fell for his mediocre personality, Him Oblivious and blinded by his own ****** of happiness, I, - hypnotized by the fairy tale, did not see the photons of our love go dim.

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May 24, 2014

May 24, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC

repulsively-plain

Plain Conventions: A teenage love affair

Even when he walked through that door for the first time The thought of engaging with him in any sort was a crime Ultimately my first thought was Now I understand why we never crossed paths An aggressive, secluded, sexist male entity However, preoccupied by my own judgement, he thought me to be pretty And all of a sudden, that grotesque mortal molded into a handsome beast Nurturing, loving, controversial but attentive the least Gracefully and gradually I fell for his mediocre personality, Him Oblivious and blinded by his own ****** of happiness, I, - hypnotized by the fairy tale, did not see the photons of our love go dim.

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