#projections - Hello Poetry

You are not your identities, Or what people tell you to be. What you think you should be Or how some may perceieve You are everything in between You are all your possibilities The energy that keeps going. Heart spilled out in ink Eyes that gleam. Eyes that bleed. Words that make others see & The words you never speak. The love you bring You are not just your story. You exist between the seen and the unseen.. You are not defined. You cant be. You are otherworldly. And One day, When i let someone inside, I won’t be so torn if they leave. For i know, I will always have me, myself and I. And they will know me better than any other guy. Learn the lessons, And get to steppin. Life isnt found in over thinking, wishing and daydreaming. Its found in living. Kc

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Dec 6, 2025

Dec 6, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC

KlaritySpeakz

You are not defined

You are not your identities, Or what people tell you to be. What you think you should be Or how some may perceieve You are everything in between You are all your possibilities The energy that keeps going. Heart spilled out in ink Eyes that gleam. Eyes that bleed. Words that make others see & The words you never speak. The love you bring You are not just your story. You exist between the seen and the unseen.. You are not defined. You cant be. You are otherworldly. And One day, When i let someone inside, I won’t be so torn if they leave. For i know, I will always have me, myself and I. And they will know me better than any other guy. Learn the lessons, And get to steppin. Life isnt found in over thinking, wishing and daydreaming. Its found in living. Kc

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Before, I couldn’t see you I would write about your eyes Your smile Your hair All cliche, all flat I couldn’t write How I tried Now I see you... I see a green mantis I see your freckled patina in that photo with the perfect light I see you engaging the waiter in conversation I see your long limbs loosely crossed Cradling your herbal tea and segmenting your orange I see you The soft nape of your neck is in my dreams I see you swimming ahead in the river, I see your joy in that, and remember me needing to turn back I see us crouched on the railway sleeper, The last of the sun crossing us While the washing up waits The beer dries on our lips We sit looking back at your home I see the young and sexless person you told me about Your nose in a book on the family holiday I see the flicker of self-doubt the slow rising tear that doesn’t spill over being all things, mother, worker, friend, lover I see all the things you are not that I projected onto you Now I see you

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May 6, 2021

May 6, 2021 at 5:05 PM UTC

TomDoubty

Lou

Before, I couldn’t see you I would write about your eyes Your smile Your hair All cliche, all flat I couldn’t write How I tried Now I see you... I see a green mantis I see your freckled patina in that photo with the perfect light I see you engaging the waiter in conversation I see your long limbs loosely crossed Cradling your herbal tea and segmenting your orange I see you The soft nape of your neck is in my dreams I see you swimming ahead in the river, I see your joy in that, and remember me needing to turn back I see us crouched on the railway sleeper, The last of the sun crossing us While the washing up waits The beer dries on our lips We sit looking back at your home I see the young and sexless person you told me about Your nose in a book on the family holiday I see the flicker of self-doubt the slow rising tear that doesn’t spill over being all things, mother, worker, friend, lover I see all the things you are not that I projected onto you Now I see you

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The interpretation Is determined By the viewer Steady your brush strokes Choose your colours carefully Groom the melody Allow the bridge to connect us The walls of paradise Are but a creators prison Snakes slither within That which was meant To keep evil out The cosmos are but a picture In our minds limited eye We see from within We believe our lies As our projections Redefine

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Nov 22, 2020

Nov 22, 2020 at 6:08 AM UTC

TravelerTim

Projections

The interpretation Is determined By the viewer Steady your brush strokes Choose your colours carefully Groom the melody Allow the bridge to connect us The walls of paradise Are but a creators prison Snakes slither within That which was meant To keep evil out The cosmos are but a picture In our minds limited eye We see from within We believe our lies As our projections Redefine

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..a cutting edge I drown in it Cause to see this gem Then feel this slight Is hard to right.

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Nov 15, 2020

Nov 15, 2020 at 2:07 PM UTC

niel-1

Just like this,..

..a cutting edge I drown in it Cause to see this gem Then feel this slight Is hard to right.

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He hides one face till there are two then placed the lie between two truths. I'm higher than the obvious. I'm underneath your point of view. I'm higher than the obvious. I'm underneath your point of view. So insipid, i will feign this, indisposed to, my reflection. So insipid, i will feign this, indisposed to, my reflection. My reflection. Myopia. Myopia. My expression. My reflection. Myopia. Myopia. My expression. I'm underneath your point of view. I'm higher than the obvious. I'm underneath your point of view. I'm higher than the obvious. My reflection. Myopia. Myopia. My expression. My reflection. Myopia. Myopia. My expression.

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Jan 20, 2019

Jan 20, 2019 at 4:27 PM UTC

matt-sol

Money

He hides one face till there are two then placed the lie between two truths. I'm higher than the obvious. I'm underneath your point of view. I'm higher than the obvious. I'm underneath your point of view. So insipid, i will feign this, indisposed to, my reflection. So insipid, i will feign this, indisposed to, my reflection. My reflection. Myopia. Myopia. My expression. My reflection. Myopia. Myopia. My expression. I'm underneath your point of view. I'm higher than the obvious. I'm underneath your point of view. I'm higher than the obvious. My reflection. Myopia. Myopia. My expression. My reflection. Myopia. Myopia. My expression.

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I look and i spread wide Connection established, i am in your mind I see lust and lonesome , i understand I see jealousy and greed , i understand I am sad. What have become of woman and man? I don't back down in front of your mediocre thoughts You lack of soul , you lack of trust I open my eyes, and i rise There is only one answer, no need to analyse It is a vicious network, i am omniscient I live and capture it, this pure moment Spending my days aware, i am everywhere I combine intangible layers I am here , will you ever notice? Words Of Harfouchism.

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May 29, 2017

May 29, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC

Harleyhucof

The Vicious Network

I look and i spread wide Connection established, i am in your mind I see lust and lonesome , i understand I see jealousy and greed , i understand I am sad. What have become of woman and man? I don't back down in front of your mediocre thoughts You lack of soul , you lack of trust I open my eyes, and i rise There is only one answer, no need to analyse It is a vicious network, i am omniscient I live and capture it, this pure moment Spending my days aware, i am everywhere I combine intangible layers I am here , will you ever notice? Words Of Harfouchism.

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She's all Spring and Summer Strength and words of shelter He's all maps and formlines waits in wings for Springtime Take these tattered ghosts from their trenches ink-smeared, tethered tight to the depth curve Autumn only waits for the silent ones sometimes. "If their voices chase out the brisk months, quiet those windy wights with a new song. Autumn only waits for the silent ones," she said. In 3/4 time the distances unwind so swiftly Afterburn of quiet nights glows, fading. He's all sovereign anger, righteous, stiff but twisting She's all cavalier, now-- cat-quick through projections Past the legends, rose our directions Keyed to Winter's dumb introversions Years just spilling over the levee's prescribed edge. With their weathered ghosts in the trenches, tired-eyed, tethered tight to the map's edge Autumn only cares for the silent ones some days.

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Aug 22, 2014

Aug 22, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC

kyle-kulseth

Tachymeter

She's all Spring and Summer Strength and words of shelter He's all maps and formlines waits in wings for Springtime Take these tattered ghosts from their trenches ink-smeared, tethered tight to the depth curve Autumn only waits for the silent ones sometimes. "If their voices chase out the brisk months, quiet those windy wights with a new song. Autumn only waits for the silent ones," she said. In 3/4 time the distances unwind so swiftly Afterburn of quiet nights glows, fading. He's all sovereign anger, righteous, stiff but twisting She's all cavalier, now-- cat-quick through projections Past the legends, rose our directions Keyed to Winter's dumb introversions Years just spilling over the levee's prescribed edge. With their weathered ghosts in the trenches, tired-eyed, tethered tight to the map's edge Autumn only cares for the silent ones some days.

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