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*** THE LIFE OF NATURE— "Waves roll restless tides whisper moonlit secrets." "Mountains stand silent peaks crowned in drifting cloud." "Fire’s burns bright embers faded ash remembers heat." THE CITY STREETS— "Pavements pulse footsteps tap stories never told." "Neon flickers rain-slick streets glow restless nights." "Buskers play coins fall hope sings through noise." CHILDHOOD— "Chalk dust flies’ laughter rings sun holds the day." "Small feet race wide wonder lives in every step." "Night lights glow softly fears fade in safe arms." ADOLESCENCE— "Questions rise fast answers slip just out of reach." "Voices shift tone edges form testing new ground." "Friendships burn bright loyalties turn quick and sharp." TEEN YEARS— "Mirrors hold long faces change searching for self." "Hearts beat loud first love blooms then break apart." "Road’s stretch far choices weigh futures take shape."
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May 1
May 1, 2026 at 4:15 AM UTC
LongJohnPaulBaldry
My Poetic Lines
*** THE LIFE OF NATURE— "Waves roll restless tides whisper moonlit secrets." "Mountains stand silent peaks crowned in drifting cloud." "Fire’s burns bright embers faded ash remembers heat." THE CITY STREETS— "Pavements pulse footsteps tap stories never told." "Neon flickers rain-slick streets glow restless nights." "Buskers play coins fall hope sings through noise." CHILDHOOD— "Chalk dust flies’ laughter rings sun holds the day." "Small feet race wide wonder lives in every step." "Night lights glow softly fears fade in safe arms." ADOLESCENCE— "Questions rise fast answers slip just out of reach." "Voices shift tone edges form testing new ground." "Friendships burn bright loyalties turn quick and sharp." TEEN YEARS— "Mirrors hold long faces change searching for self." "Hearts beat loud first love blooms then break apart." "Road’s stretch far choices weigh futures take shape."
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If you want to count on me, let me keep it a buck, my dear I’ll keep it a hundred with you; I’m a man they'll call a dog, but my bark stays humble… maybe that’s what happens when you grow up tied to a tree with a bark harder than yours. Yet even from the roots, I can see the rise of you — that quiet hill I keep climbing. And really, she's got those good heels; a hill-figure climb, always reaching for the high places of her heart. _And me?_ I’m somewhere round the corner, still circling for love like a man looking for a good parking in a neighbourhood that never has space. “Oh **** you mind if I park?” But my tyre already blew from driving loops around her — round and round, like my courage wearing thin. Crack the window a little — I know that’s your heart. I know it gets smoky in there; you’ve kissed people with your lungs before, now you're leaving me breathless just watching you breathe. And the plans… oh, the Plan B’s, have expired. The backup plans I kept saving for “one day,” regrets for the morning-after; for taking too long to take your hand, we’re starting to become “old friends,” a phrase that tastes like dust and a lot of missed chances. But if I’d held your gaze a little longer, maybe the truth would’ve spilled that secret spark you hid so well. Maybe you could’ve liked me back. Or maybe those feelings sprinted off when I stood still too long. Love is a play, and I don’t follow the script so well; I miss hints like a man who can’t even spot a stain on a white page. Still, let's write a different love story — a corporate romance, slide-deck chemistry. Share your screen with me; I’ll screenshot the moments where I almost look brave, the scenes where I almost shoot my shot and don’t shake. If it’s even worth a shot. My bullets are a little dull, a little rusty — loaded with the breathless hope of a hopeless romantic trying to aim for love without breaking his own heart.
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Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC
OddOdysseyPoet
From The Breath of a Broken Heart
If you want to count on me, let me keep it a buck, my dear I’ll keep it a hundred with you; I’m a man they'll call a dog, but my bark stays humble… maybe that’s what happens when you grow up tied to a tree with a bark harder than yours. Yet even from the roots, I can see the rise of you — that quiet hill I keep climbing. And really, she's got those good heels; a hill-figure climb, always reaching for the high places of her heart. _And me?_ I’m somewhere round the corner, still circling for love like a man looking for a good parking in a neighbourhood that never has space. “Oh **** you mind if I park?” But my tyre already blew from driving loops around her — round and round, like my courage wearing thin. Crack the window a little — I know that’s your heart. I know it gets smoky in there; you’ve kissed people with your lungs before, now you're leaving me breathless just watching you breathe. And the plans… oh, the Plan B’s, have expired. The backup plans I kept saving for “one day,” regrets for the morning-after; for taking too long to take your hand, we’re starting to become “old friends,” a phrase that tastes like dust and a lot of missed chances. But if I’d held your gaze a little longer, maybe the truth would’ve spilled that secret spark you hid so well. Maybe you could’ve liked me back. Or maybe those feelings sprinted off when I stood still too long. Love is a play, and I don’t follow the script so well; I miss hints like a man who can’t even spot a stain on a white page. Still, let's write a different love story — a corporate romance, slide-deck chemistry. Share your screen with me; I’ll screenshot the moments where I almost look brave, the scenes where I almost shoot my shot and don’t shake. If it’s even worth a shot. My bullets are a little dull, a little rusty — loaded with the breathless hope of a hopeless romantic trying to aim for love without breaking his own heart.
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