#roadmap - Hello Poetry

Springtime frost confronts apricot blossom— Destroyed, damaged, and disappointed— Leaves the garden to rely on cherry and plum.

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Apr 16, 2025

Apr 16, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC

shauncopple

Cherry & Plum

Springtime frost confronts apricot blossom— Destroyed, damaged, and disappointed— Leaves the garden to rely on cherry and plum.

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I'm crazy about you, in that I'm sure you set up my day so I can endure you correct me and guide me, to take on the world it's easier with roadmaps that aren't so ****** twirled pretty sure I would stagger, when I walk out the door but with your wise guidance, I'm ready for more Brian Hill - 2020 # 166

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Jun 18, 2020

Jun 18, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC

halfpac11

You

I'm crazy about you, in that I'm sure you set up my day so I can endure you correct me and guide me, to take on the world it's easier with roadmaps that aren't so ****** twirled pretty sure I would stagger, when I walk out the door but with your wise guidance, I'm ready for more Brian Hill - 2020 # 166

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Life is a hard road, to move inside. Spending much time far from home of heart. Far from place where soul unites with breath. Place where light vibrates as fiery gift. Where moments connect one to Divine. Life is a bumpy road, to drive on. Spending much time far from cravens of heart. Far from land where miracles unfold. Place where dreams root and flowers grow. Where peace leads inside map of life. Life isn't a hard road to drift inside. When awaking to travel, far into land of heart. Far into place where wisdom echoes. Place where love rules and dance flows. Where all ego roadblocks disintegrate. Life is what you make it. Heart pumps in whispers its a map to follow in breath.

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Dec 16, 2018

Dec 16, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC

star-bg

LIFE

Life is a hard road, to move inside. Spending much time far from home of heart. Far from place where soul unites with breath. Place where light vibrates as fiery gift. Where moments connect one to Divine. Life is a bumpy road, to drive on. Spending much time far from cravens of heart. Far from land where miracles unfold. Place where dreams root and flowers grow. Where peace leads inside map of life. Life isn't a hard road to drift inside. When awaking to travel, far into land of heart. Far into place where wisdom echoes. Place where love rules and dance flows. Where all ego roadblocks disintegrate. Life is what you make it. Heart pumps in whispers its a map to follow in breath.

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I don't know how to not count my footsteps, I tread lightly on foreign ground because I fear any semblance of change and I fear disturbing this place and time with my presence. take it all out of me. It comes back to me with flashes behind my eyelids, but I'm learning to let the dust settle after I brush it off of my hands. Late night promises turning into roadmaps to lead us through the half-plans and changing seasons, I scarf this down with abandon because time does not always wait for us and so I want to inhabit all the corners of your psyche before it is too late, before we take a wrong turn and the maps we drew up no longer apply. taste my solitude, it ripens with the sweetness of new fruit because, after all, even I can change, and it seems you've sculpted a masterpiece out of me while I played unaware in your shade. Toss this up into the wind, I have no need of maps in the future I seek - it is golden all on its own, and the wrong turns become calculated into peaceful accidents, new paths into foreign horizons. I slide these uncertainties out of their shells and break them open in the clean spring air - you always told me to clean out my closet before worrying about someone else's. Do these dreams learn to take flight in the morning, or remain stagnant like dust settling over old skeletons? I'll leave that up to the sunrise and fate's clumsy fingers, she leaves me hanging often but in the end her blunders are always suited to some unknown purpose.

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Apr 29, 2018

Apr 29, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC

khanslik

spring cleaning (skeletons)

I don't know how to not count my footsteps, I tread lightly on foreign ground because I fear any semblance of change and I fear disturbing this place and time with my presence. take it all out of me. It comes back to me with flashes behind my eyelids, but I'm learning to let the dust settle after I brush it off of my hands. Late night promises turning into roadmaps to lead us through the half-plans and changing seasons, I scarf this down with abandon because time does not always wait for us and so I want to inhabit all the corners of your psyche before it is too late, before we take a wrong turn and the maps we drew up no longer apply. taste my solitude, it ripens with the sweetness of new fruit because, after all, even I can change, and it seems you've sculpted a masterpiece out of me while I played unaware in your shade. Toss this up into the wind, I have no need of maps in the future I seek - it is golden all on its own, and the wrong turns become calculated into peaceful accidents, new paths into foreign horizons. I slide these uncertainties out of their shells and break them open in the clean spring air - you always told me to clean out my closet before worrying about someone else's. Do these dreams learn to take flight in the morning, or remain stagnant like dust settling over old skeletons? I'll leave that up to the sunrise and fate's clumsy fingers, she leaves me hanging often but in the end her blunders are always suited to some unknown purpose.

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She's just touching the surface reaching no more than her own pain losing days trying to wash her tear stains the world's wishing her to rise above look in their eyes and see the truth to see what they try to allude there is no straight way, no easy route and everyone is the passenger of the same boat looking for the very same perfect coat But no one will get something which is not theirs fate has decided everyone's own roadmap there are some small steps, some big traps Wait for the check points, rather than all stones the game of the life, all to achieve and leave don't just halt at one step to grieve because she's just wasting her time.

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Nov 26, 2017

Nov 26, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC

druzzy_any

Checkpoint

She's just touching the surface reaching no more than her own pain losing days trying to wash her tear stains the world's wishing her to rise above look in their eyes and see the truth to see what they try to allude there is no straight way, no easy route and everyone is the passenger of the same boat looking for the very same perfect coat But no one will get something which is not theirs fate has decided everyone's own roadmap there are some small steps, some big traps Wait for the check points, rather than all stones the game of the life, all to achieve and leave don't just halt at one step to grieve because she's just wasting her time.

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For years I stayed through his **** a compulsive liar, selfish, demanding, always too serious But i loved him all the same, Now I stand alone, left in the cruelest way possible. Ruined before, now ruined even more. The drugs won him over and now the drugs help me cope. I was lost with a road map. Now even that's been burned and I can't see which way is up. I guess I'll just keep staying, waiting on forever.

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Mar 6, 2016

Mar 6, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC

niki-elizabeth

Waiting pt. 2

For years I stayed through his **** a compulsive liar, selfish, demanding, always too serious But i loved him all the same, Now I stand alone, left in the cruelest way possible. Ruined before, now ruined even more. The drugs won him over and now the drugs help me cope. I was lost with a road map. Now even that's been burned and I can't see which way is up. I guess I'll just keep staying, waiting on forever.

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My body is a roadmap Dotted with state lines and stretch marks and red arrows pointing to You Are Here. There are scars like flags crossing my arms claiming gripping holding fast to this Earth this life Highways that lead nowhere Train tracks that click clack against my ribcage Cars that rumble in my brain. Exhaust fumes fogging thoughts. My body wears these hills on my chest like rugged territory unstaked unstated these weight plateaus like failure flatlining against the horizon. My body is untraveled unfolded uncreased These eyes like lakes see depth from new perspective dipping fresh into cool clear vision. These legs like rivers cut through worlds rushing hard and fast This head like boulder steady and stoic even with anxiety quaking through my core. My body is a roadmap. I seek only adventures within.

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC

sammmbee

You Are Here

My body is a roadmap Dotted with state lines and stretch marks and red arrows pointing to You Are Here. There are scars like flags crossing my arms claiming gripping holding fast to this Earth this life Highways that lead nowhere Train tracks that click clack against my ribcage Cars that rumble in my brain. Exhaust fumes fogging thoughts. My body wears these hills on my chest like rugged territory unstaked unstated these weight plateaus like failure flatlining against the horizon. My body is untraveled unfolded uncreased These eyes like lakes see depth from new perspective dipping fresh into cool clear vision. These legs like rivers cut through worlds rushing hard and fast This head like boulder steady and stoic even with anxiety quaking through my core. My body is a roadmap. I seek only adventures within.

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