#unbeknownst - Hello Poetry

Bent to a slouch, unbeknownst… That we walk never unladen. And perhaps only later, burdened by the wreaths around our necks.

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Jul 9, 2022

Jul 9, 2022 at 12:25 PM UTC

ryn

Unbeknownst

Bent to a slouch, unbeknownst… That we walk never unladen. And perhaps only later, burdened by the wreaths around our necks.

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relationships are water on the rock erosion rust on iron corrosion a match to nitroglycerin explosions it's love undeniable minor indiscretions unbeknownst to you picked apart it's having someone reliable to leave you stranded and alone in your moments dark joy undescribable when you're stabbed in the heart

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May 23, 2021

May 23, 2021 at 8:04 PM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

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relationships are water on the rock erosion rust on iron corrosion a match to nitroglycerin explosions it's love undeniable minor indiscretions unbeknownst to you picked apart it's having someone reliable to leave you stranded and alone in your moments dark joy undescribable when you're stabbed in the heart

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Check the mirror And see for yourself The image you see Maybe different from ours You may see scars But we see beauty You may notice the indifferences But we can’t t deny the perfect curves You might have appreciated the beauty of others But how we wish you see the angle from ours Though sometimes you wish to have their features Know that we certainly wish we had some of yours!

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May 19, 2019

May 19, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC

ninacrizelle

Unbeknownst

Check the mirror And see for yourself The image you see Maybe different from ours You may see scars But we see beauty You may notice the indifferences But we can’t t deny the perfect curves You might have appreciated the beauty of others But how we wish you see the angle from ours Though sometimes you wish to have their features Know that we certainly wish we had some of yours!

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i want to get out but there's a frog in my knees that won't allow me to move, it won't allow me to leave. i feel it in my throat now, and im all choked up. oh no its in my brain now, im waiting to erupt.

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Jan 5, 2018

Jan 5, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC

delicate-moon

amphibious

i want to get out but there's a frog in my knees that won't allow me to move, it won't allow me to leave. i feel it in my throat now, and im all choked up. oh no its in my brain now, im waiting to erupt.

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Him: I can see people move fast But she was in slow motion They're talking out loud As she walks to my direction She gave a lingering stare With her deep brown eyes And the stack of books she carries Tells me she's wise Her cheeks are painted With a light blush of pink Her sweet looking lips Made me hard to think An unbeknownst beauty Who could she be? I wish she didn't have to... Walk away so rapidly.

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Mar 6, 2016

Mar 6, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC

thecatjumpedoverthemoon

Unbeknownst, too

Him: I can see people move fast But she was in slow motion They're talking out loud As she walks to my direction She gave a lingering stare With her deep brown eyes And the stack of books she carries Tells me she's wise Her cheeks are painted With a light blush of pink Her sweet looking lips Made me hard to think An unbeknownst beauty Who could she be? I wish she didn't have to... Walk away so rapidly.

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Man needs to reconsider his place in the universe. Upon my morning awakening, while enjoying a cup of coffee(another one of man's creations although albeit simply refined and utilized by us), I closed my eyes and heard not the sounds of nature, as one might assume would be the ideal, but the sound of a pneumatic air-pressure nailgun stapling shingles on a roof. Then, in sequence following that in a crescendo of sound I heard the distant lawnmower native to this local urban habitat, feeding on grasses. This was only soon to be followed by the wind-like sound of nearby automobiles slowly passing by. All of this muffling the sounds of the morning flyers (winged creatures of an inferior design unknown to us) presenting their songs, but falling on deaf ears . That's when I realized we are a product and slave of our own creations, when we should be a slave (or close sibling rather) to creations unbeknownst to us.

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Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC

kurt-schneider

The morning flyers

Man needs to reconsider his place in the universe. Upon my morning awakening, while enjoying a cup of coffee(another one of man's creations although albeit simply refined and utilized by us), I closed my eyes and heard not the sounds of nature, as one might assume would be the ideal, but the sound of a pneumatic air-pressure nailgun stapling shingles on a roof. Then, in sequence following that in a crescendo of sound I heard the distant lawnmower native to this local urban habitat, feeding on grasses. This was only soon to be followed by the wind-like sound of nearby automobiles slowly passing by. All of this muffling the sounds of the morning flyers (winged creatures of an inferior design unknown to us) presenting their songs, but falling on deaf ears . That's when I realized we are a product and slave of our own creations, when we should be a slave (or close sibling rather) to creations unbeknownst to us.

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