#reflexive - Hello Poetry

Break me down into verses Or into something even smaller Take the planetree blossoms out of me My path of destiny has crusted over Due to malnourished vanity All dreams and desires rushed past Creating only the flash of a moment Shadowing your image in my mind That inner man I had sculpted Like a sculptor molding a cloud Ljubav zavijena u iluziju Rastavi me na stihove Ili nešto još sitnije Uzmi iz mene cvjetove platana Moj put sudbine je skoreo Zbog neuhranjene sujete Svi snovi i želje su uzurbano proletjeli Napravili su samo bljesak trenutka Zasjenivši tvoj lik u mojim mislima Onog unutrašnjeg čovjeka kog sam izvajala Kao vajar koji gužva oblak

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May 17

May 17, 2026 at 11:27 AM UTC

Damjana

Love wrapped in illusion

Break me down into verses Or into something even smaller Take the planetree blossoms out of me My path of destiny has crusted over Due to malnourished vanity All dreams and desires rushed past Creating only the flash of a moment Shadowing your image in my mind That inner man I had sculpted Like a sculptor molding a cloud Ljubav zavijena u iluziju Rastavi me na stihove Ili nešto još sitnije Uzmi iz mene cvjetove platana Moj put sudbine je skoreo Zbog neuhranjene sujete Svi snovi i želje su uzurbano proletjeli Napravili su samo bljesak trenutka Zasjenivši tvoj lik u mojim mislima Onog unutrašnjeg čovjeka kog sam izvajala Kao vajar koji gužva oblak

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My emotions, vast and untamed, are nothing but a restless cry in a world sworn to silence. And my mouth, an irreversible threshold, where every word spills like a spell, unraveling the wound of a truth that was never meant to be spoken. If this is life and its relentless rhythm, why should I plead for it to dwell within me? I lack the strength to bear its weight and the resolve to withstand its judgment. There is no refuge from the weight of what I am, nor a silence deep enough to swallow my own echo.

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Mar 10, 2025

Mar 10, 2025 at 10:02 PM UTC

Kertales

Echo

My emotions, vast and untamed, are nothing but a restless cry in a world sworn to silence. And my mouth, an irreversible threshold, where every word spills like a spell, unraveling the wound of a truth that was never meant to be spoken. If this is life and its relentless rhythm, why should I plead for it to dwell within me? I lack the strength to bear its weight and the resolve to withstand its judgment. There is no refuge from the weight of what I am, nor a silence deep enough to swallow my own echo.

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Running through the grassland Dew on the grass smelling like soap And a lonesome Dandelion Standing in the middle of the show Provoking me like karma To go or to blow

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Jul 17, 2017

Jul 17, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC

marin

Dandelion

Running through the grassland Dew on the grass smelling like soap And a lonesome Dandelion Standing in the middle of the show Provoking me like karma To go or to blow

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