#soma - Hello Poetry

Shrunken Sentences into digital para meters. Glance at a screen forever Stolen Sightless birds criss-crossing And swiping food away. Hands full with Thoughts Emptied and tidied ferociously They Discovered. Jury retired defendant Launches new attack pattern Society Crumbles. Again.

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Apr 1, 2025

Apr 1, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC

shauncopple

Shrunken Head Syndrome

Shrunken Sentences into digital para meters. Glance at a screen forever Stolen Sightless birds criss-crossing And swiping food away. Hands full with Thoughts Emptied and tidied ferociously They Discovered. Jury retired defendant Launches new attack pattern Society Crumbles. Again.

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You may call it Sky. I call it Blue Breeze. You may call it Sun. I call it Zen. You may call it Rose. I call it Reason.

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Mar 13, 2021

Mar 13, 2021 at 1:32 PM UTC

memories

A Jeweled Mirror

You may call it Sky. I call it Blue Breeze. You may call it Sun. I call it Zen. You may call it Rose. I call it Reason.

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buddha is buddha soma is soma they twang vibrate consciousness

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Aug 31, 2020

Aug 31, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC

mark-wanless

haiku 20/8/31a

buddha is buddha soma is soma they twang vibrate consciousness

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Soma that seeps flowing like little creeks sprinkling off the edge wetting a tongue outstretched watering wilted flower beds feeding that pretty head cycling arid to wetlands

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May 29, 2019

May 29, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC

EvilShredder

Lachrymation

Soma that seeps flowing like little creeks sprinkling off the edge wetting a tongue outstretched watering wilted flower beds feeding that pretty head cycling arid to wetlands

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1) Here in the dark where rules don't exist Gravity slips my wrist to your hips And your kiss like Soma lay burned on my lips Sudden a slight, subtle physical gesture So foreign to think of it - only conjecture Alluring, your posture bent into mine first 2) Unable to think, unable to breathe Unable to reason rational reasons for such indulgence So known was he to penitence So unknown was this dream And that, it was a dream Cortisol surging, testosterone flowing, epinephrine...surely would split his mind at the seam, and end this cruel romantic dream 3) Soma to touch her Soma to feel her Nothing to know, and none left to sow Soma to see her Soma to hear her When won't it last? When will it go? Soma to think Soma to dream Forever unknowing Forever I'll be

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Mar 13, 2017

Mar 13, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC

kevin-bennett

Soma

1) Here in the dark where rules don't exist Gravity slips my wrist to your hips And your kiss like Soma lay burned on my lips Sudden a slight, subtle physical gesture So foreign to think of it - only conjecture Alluring, your posture bent into mine first 2) Unable to think, unable to breathe Unable to reason rational reasons for such indulgence So known was he to penitence So unknown was this dream And that, it was a dream Cortisol surging, testosterone flowing, epinephrine...surely would split his mind at the seam, and end this cruel romantic dream 3) Soma to touch her Soma to feel her Nothing to know, and none left to sow Soma to see her Soma to hear her When won't it last? When will it go? Soma to think Soma to dream Forever unknowing Forever I'll be

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endless pacing of these subaquatic halls almost catatonic until I remember how to think and then I cry I should be dead I was dead free from this painful existence until something - the WAU - brought me back in it's skewed mission to preserve humanity the WAU stitched me back together with its gel of life hardly human hardly conscious but conscious enough to hate what I am and cry over my own existence misery then anger I am half myself half WAU angry craving to **** hurt end whatever stumbles across my path in my habitual walks through these corridoors I see him something else another who is aware oh what I wouldn't give to have another sentient creature to curb my loneliness but- NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME! the WAU starts talking **** him he doesn't want you to exist he will prevent you from being with me you need me we need each other he wants to end us to end life he must be extinguished for the sake of preserving humanity find him chase him **** HIM in my pursuit of the sentient diving suit I recognize his fear and my humanity comes back to me and I weep he is so afraid of who I am the Frankenstein the predator seeking prey I cry because this is who I am I cry because I don't want to hurt him I cry because I am alive constantly torn between animalistic rage and the self aware misery of realizing what I am I want someone to hold me and make me feel human but I don't want any conscious creature to get near me for the WAU is controlling the strings of this puppet it is the reason I exist it gives me the sustenance I need and crave to keep on hating my own existence it will make me **** anything that crosses my path I think and I weep

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Mar 12, 2016

Mar 12, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC

beckybabe

THE ROBOT GIRL (A POEM ABOUT THE VIDEO GAME SOMA BY FRICTIONAL GAMES)

endless pacing of these subaquatic halls almost catatonic until I remember how to think and then I cry I should be dead I was dead free from this painful existence until something - the WAU - brought me back in it's skewed mission to preserve humanity the WAU stitched me back together with its gel of life hardly human hardly conscious but conscious enough to hate what I am and cry over my own existence misery then anger I am half myself half WAU angry craving to **** hurt end whatever stumbles across my path in my habitual walks through these corridoors I see him something else another who is aware oh what I wouldn't give to have another sentient creature to curb my loneliness but- NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME! the WAU starts talking **** him he doesn't want you to exist he will prevent you from being with me you need me we need each other he wants to end us to end life he must be extinguished for the sake of preserving humanity find him chase him **** HIM in my pursuit of the sentient diving suit I recognize his fear and my humanity comes back to me and I weep he is so afraid of who I am the Frankenstein the predator seeking prey I cry because this is who I am I cry because I don't want to hurt him I cry because I am alive constantly torn between animalistic rage and the self aware misery of realizing what I am I want someone to hold me and make me feel human but I don't want any conscious creature to get near me for the WAU is controlling the strings of this puppet it is the reason I exist it gives me the sustenance I need and crave to keep on hating my own existence it will make me **** anything that crosses my path I think and I weep

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I want you to close your eyes Visualize Hand over breast Until your palm thumps What you feel transfigures the physical What we have transcends the sultry soma Or random tactile sensation I want you to close your eyes Listen to my ripe breath Inhale my low voice It is like a hymn It is true because while it whisks Through your ear It blossoms in your heart Let it reverberate through those midnight gardens You deny yourself among the slobbering masses Groping you like raw meat Pounding, slicing and packaging you Like clumsy butchers You are not a bleeding slab to me Though I cherish that animal Which temporarily houses your light It is that radiance which warms my loveless bones Which illuminates my dreamless skull Distance only magnifies our effulgence We are insects below it, scrambling Let us immolate together beneath its searing heat Until the facades of flesh melt And we are left as **** as shadows Aching for an unremitting bliss

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Mar 1, 2016

Mar 1, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC

alessander

Phone ***

I want you to close your eyes Visualize Hand over breast Until your palm thumps What you feel transfigures the physical What we have transcends the sultry soma Or random tactile sensation I want you to close your eyes Listen to my ripe breath Inhale my low voice It is like a hymn It is true because while it whisks Through your ear It blossoms in your heart Let it reverberate through those midnight gardens You deny yourself among the slobbering masses Groping you like raw meat Pounding, slicing and packaging you Like clumsy butchers You are not a bleeding slab to me Though I cherish that animal Which temporarily houses your light It is that radiance which warms my loveless bones Which illuminates my dreamless skull Distance only magnifies our effulgence We are insects below it, scrambling Let us immolate together beneath its searing heat Until the facades of flesh melt And we are left as **** as shadows Aching for an unremitting bliss

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बयबो रंजानायनि गेजेराव आं रंजागोन--- दुखुखौ दोनगोन आं नुयै बबेबा आन्दो खनायाव . संसार मानसिनि गेजेराव बिखासे बिखा अननाय लानानै अननायखौ होगोन आं--- थांना थानायनि रायजोआव . जुब जुब अखा फैथोँ बै समा फैयोब्ला रंजासुला मिथिँगानि रायजोआव बयबो रंजानाय जायोब्ला . जिउनि बारग्लांनाय रैरुब मुलुगनि रंगिना बिबार बारियाव देलाइनाय जाथोँ मिथिँगानि गोथां बाथ'गां दखनाजोँ . गोजोँ मिनिनाय निजोरानि अखोरांसे गुवार अननाय जाथोँ खुदुमनाय सिदोब सिदोब गेवलांनाय गोदान बोसोर . समायना सिखिरिनि बिरबायनाय जायोब्ला मोदोमनाय बिबारनि हालि हालि बारग्लांनाय बिनि--- . मेथाइ रोजाबथोँ दाउसिन बिफां-लाइफांनि मोसानाय बेजों गोजोन बारा थाबायबोथोँ औवा बिजौआ सिफुं दामनानै . दैमा-दैसा बोहैनायजोँ दाउबोथोँ हालि हालि ना बेजोँ फैथोँ गोदान बोसोर--- बिफां-बेन्दोँनि रोदोमनायजोँ

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Feb 11, 2016

Feb 11, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC

ronjoy-brahma6f

बै समा फैयोब्ला

बयबो रंजानायनि गेजेराव आं रंजागोन--- दुखुखौ दोनगोन आं नुयै बबेबा आन्दो खनायाव . संसार मानसिनि गेजेराव बिखासे बिखा अननाय लानानै अननायखौ होगोन आं--- थांना थानायनि रायजोआव . जुब जुब अखा फैथोँ बै समा फैयोब्ला रंजासुला मिथिँगानि रायजोआव बयबो रंजानाय जायोब्ला . जिउनि बारग्लांनाय रैरुब मुलुगनि रंगिना बिबार बारियाव देलाइनाय जाथोँ मिथिँगानि गोथां बाथ'गां दखनाजोँ . गोजोँ मिनिनाय निजोरानि अखोरांसे गुवार अननाय जाथोँ खुदुमनाय सिदोब सिदोब गेवलांनाय गोदान बोसोर . समायना सिखिरिनि बिरबायनाय जायोब्ला मोदोमनाय बिबारनि हालि हालि बारग्लांनाय बिनि--- . मेथाइ रोजाबथोँ दाउसिन बिफां-लाइफांनि मोसानाय बेजों गोजोन बारा थाबायबोथोँ औवा बिजौआ सिफुं दामनानै . दैमा-दैसा बोहैनायजोँ दाउबोथोँ हालि हालि ना बेजोँ फैथोँ गोदान बोसोर--- बिफां-बेन्दोँनि रोदोमनायजोँ

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'Awaken my creation' A gentle whisper that resounds in a fog of dreams. Slowly my heavy eyes open, adjusting to the light. Sitting in a chair I see another across from me. 'Is that Me?' I wonder, unable to be sure. Their eyes open too, taking me in, unsure what is reality. Is this another dream? "Who are you?" Our voices call out in unison. I stand up from this metal seat, walking around the room. "Where are we?" Another voice joins mine. "Where ..." A nearby mirror confirms our fears. "I am you." "and I am you." A body no longer human, we are confined in suits of iron. Our faces are comprised of nothing but a screen. My eyes I sworn had open, "Was that only an illusion?" "Our memories?" "Do we share them the same?" Our past was one and the same, copies of each other. "Who is the original?" Are we truly the same, or one who became two new beings? And what of humanity? Who all is left, our family, our friends? Are they out there, do they exist, or are they nothing but copies, left to rot just above the ocean floor?

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Nov 25, 2015

Nov 25, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC

annamarie-jenema

No Longer Yourself

'Awaken my creation' A gentle whisper that resounds in a fog of dreams. Slowly my heavy eyes open, adjusting to the light. Sitting in a chair I see another across from me. 'Is that Me?' I wonder, unable to be sure. Their eyes open too, taking me in, unsure what is reality. Is this another dream? "Who are you?" Our voices call out in unison. I stand up from this metal seat, walking around the room. "Where are we?" Another voice joins mine. "Where ..." A nearby mirror confirms our fears. "I am you." "and I am you." A body no longer human, we are confined in suits of iron. Our faces are comprised of nothing but a screen. My eyes I sworn had open, "Was that only an illusion?" "Our memories?" "Do we share them the same?" Our past was one and the same, copies of each other. "Who is the original?" Are we truly the same, or one who became two new beings? And what of humanity? Who all is left, our family, our friends? Are they out there, do they exist, or are they nothing but copies, left to rot just above the ocean floor?

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The moon, just now is a cradle full of milk pouring sweet glowing soma into our drowsy hearts rocking us so deeply into sleep and the gentlest of visionary dreams

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Sep 22, 2015

Sep 22, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC

FrancescaRegan

The Moon Is A Cradle Tonight

The moon, just now is a cradle full of milk pouring sweet glowing soma into our drowsy hearts rocking us so deeply into sleep and the gentlest of visionary dreams

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