#twoworlds - Hello Poetry

Masked and snorkelled Caressed by lapping waters Finned, arms in arising buddian pose Descending through warming pressing waters Shimmering conjoining geometric planes Crocodilian plates cover the floor Popping ears turns up the music Talking sand fritters in unison Chattering stones dance in rippling lines Azural lineages descend into the depths Imploding colours transform Shadows hug the emanating eyes Gaping bivalves hungrily filter Trails of bubbles rise in spinning arcs Miniature trees flow with the rocking cojoaling flow Anemones march and corral their prey A worm squirms along a frond Fronds binge on the diffusing light Sweeping silvered cantankering fish encircle my head Winged breaths on fluttering filligris Propelling spiralled convolutions Light beckons the return Lungs searing Fingers enter an airy horizon Gasping poised balanced between two worlds Invisible nymphs pulling gently downwards Should I succumb to their virtues?

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Oct 17, 2020

Oct 17, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC

kevin-wright-2

Aquatic world

Masked and snorkelled Caressed by lapping waters Finned, arms in arising buddian pose Descending through warming pressing waters Shimmering conjoining geometric planes Crocodilian plates cover the floor Popping ears turns up the music Talking sand fritters in unison Chattering stones dance in rippling lines Azural lineages descend into the depths Imploding colours transform Shadows hug the emanating eyes Gaping bivalves hungrily filter Trails of bubbles rise in spinning arcs Miniature trees flow with the rocking cojoaling flow Anemones march and corral their prey A worm squirms along a frond Fronds binge on the diffusing light Sweeping silvered cantankering fish encircle my head Winged breaths on fluttering filligris Propelling spiralled convolutions Light beckons the return Lungs searing Fingers enter an airy horizon Gasping poised balanced between two worlds Invisible nymphs pulling gently downwards Should I succumb to their virtues?

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Dark, black, darker My own hand disappears Quiet, quieter, The the silence pains my ear. Everything becomes distant As my skin loses it's colour. I have become invisible. Is it because I died And roam as a transparent ghost . Or is it a leap of humanity I don't know! There's pain searing through my body, And now it's gone. Memories come rushing back, A leap of humanity. My creation, tried on me. I am invisible, And I am alive. I see all but nobody knows I am around. It's loud, The crowd. I brush past And someone calls it breeze. I am forgotten, I exist no more. It pains me because now I cry alone , No help received, Because I am invisible And so is my pain, my sorrow. I wish to be seen again. It's dark, But it's morning. I see people live, Invisibility is no bliss. I am the result of a failed experiment Which hoped for a better tomorrow. My hand, I can use it , But can't see how it looks. It pains, more than I thought it would. It goes dark again , But this time it's loud. I am in the woods, Why is there an invisible sound. And then something brushes past me, A breeze maybe. But breezes don't speak. There he stands, I can feel him There is somebody, As invisible as I. His presence, I can't deny. A sound, a squishing of leaves And he becomes as visible as he can be. I touch and feel an unknown arm, And in turn I am felt too. And there stands, Another invisible being too. We connect, without even trying, Invisible humanity, Can be defined. We stand, At the brink of two worlds. And this one just has the two of us. My pain is felt, I am human again, but in a different way.

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Jun 19, 2020

Jun 19, 2020 at 2:21 PM UTC

gunnika

Invisible Humanity

Dark, black, darker My own hand disappears Quiet, quieter, The the silence pains my ear. Everything becomes distant As my skin loses it's colour. I have become invisible. Is it because I died And roam as a transparent ghost . Or is it a leap of humanity I don't know! There's pain searing through my body, And now it's gone. Memories come rushing back, A leap of humanity. My creation, tried on me. I am invisible, And I am alive. I see all but nobody knows I am around. It's loud, The crowd. I brush past And someone calls it breeze. I am forgotten, I exist no more. It pains me because now I cry alone , No help received, Because I am invisible And so is my pain, my sorrow. I wish to be seen again. It's dark, But it's morning. I see people live, Invisibility is no bliss. I am the result of a failed experiment Which hoped for a better tomorrow. My hand, I can use it , But can't see how it looks. It pains, more than I thought it would. It goes dark again , But this time it's loud. I am in the woods, Why is there an invisible sound. And then something brushes past me, A breeze maybe. But breezes don't speak. There he stands, I can feel him There is somebody, As invisible as I. His presence, I can't deny. A sound, a squishing of leaves And he becomes as visible as he can be. I touch and feel an unknown arm, And in turn I am felt too. And there stands, Another invisible being too. We connect, without even trying, Invisible humanity, Can be defined. We stand, At the brink of two worlds. And this one just has the two of us. My pain is felt, I am human again, but in a different way.

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I live in two worlds, one in my head, a fantasy, a world created by my words, a get-away, an escape from reality, another, the authentic actuality, a stark contrast to my verses, in disparity with the picture in my head, of how it's supposed to be

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May 28, 2020

May 28, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC

Sreeyaasendil

worlds

I live in two worlds, one in my head, a fantasy, a world created by my words, a get-away, an escape from reality, another, the authentic actuality, a stark contrast to my verses, in disparity with the picture in my head, of how it's supposed to be

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*Caught between two worlds It becomes harder to find your people. the many nights are never spent In ways worth all the while* still trapped within a life of glass and in a fragile world The death of these pretty distractions is how my truth's unfurled. The relinquishment of crude enticement May halt this broken life As I watch the moon and stars and rain And try wielding virtues knife. May I know you, true life, someday, & may my memories mindful; stay In Brightest futures my hopes now lay, As Henderson Avenue guides me away. confuse my judgement sometimes I still do too often reciting the prayer's haiku *And so the initial ideal world That's leading onward out of range Is where I direct myself now to And Hope I truly make it*

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Jul 7, 2019

Jul 7, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC

Hardwire

Between Two Worlds

*Caught between two worlds It becomes harder to find your people. the many nights are never spent In ways worth all the while* still trapped within a life of glass and in a fragile world The death of these pretty distractions is how my truth's unfurled. The relinquishment of crude enticement May halt this broken life As I watch the moon and stars and rain And try wielding virtues knife. May I know you, true life, someday, & may my memories mindful; stay In Brightest futures my hopes now lay, As Henderson Avenue guides me away. confuse my judgement sometimes I still do too often reciting the prayer's haiku *And so the initial ideal world That's leading onward out of range Is where I direct myself now to And Hope I truly make it*

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Can you see two world? I am the air between 'em.

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Jun 7, 2016

Jun 7, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC

apollo-hayden

The Air between

Can you see two world? I am the air between 'em.

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~At one point we cross the world between alone to popular, We try to fit in because the alone world ****** And we gain so many friends, but one day, those friends don't understand. And then in the popular world, we feel more alone than ever.~

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC

helpme

~Two Worlds~

~At one point we cross the world between alone to popular, We try to fit in because the alone world ****** And we gain so many friends, but one day, those friends don't understand. And then in the popular world, we feel more alone than ever.~

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Twice upon a time, did our worlds collide. Two pairs of limbs, had broken ties. Two worlds had ended, when one began; As a new dawn crept, I held your hand.

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Aug 7, 2014

Aug 7, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC

shruti-atri

Two Worlds

Twice upon a time, did our worlds collide. Two pairs of limbs, had broken ties. Two worlds had ended, when one began; As a new dawn crept, I held your hand.

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