#undercurrent - Hello Poetry

~ insecurity carried me away from you riptide of despair ~

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May 24, 2021

May 24, 2021 at 3:07 AM UTC

Jason_R_Michie

Undercurrent

~ insecurity carried me away from you riptide of despair ~

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In this view, I know the name of that village on the hill but I forget the next and the next Most of these birds, this song, were here before but the heft and pin-black eye of the red kite are new, not known And though the sharp-scrape panic as the pheasant protests has sounded a thousand times past, these days it’s heard different

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Mar 19, 2022

Mar 19, 2022 at 7:33 AM UTC

drunkenkind

Past caring

In this view, I know the name of that village on the hill but I forget the next and the next Most of these birds, this song, were here before but the heft and pin-black eye of the red kite are new, not known And though the sharp-scrape panic as the pheasant protests has sounded a thousand times past, these days it’s heard different

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There is sunshine all over my face, Oh but when will I see the light? A bright blue veil covers all of space With only cloudiness in sight. And figuring out a way out of it Feels like swimming in the dark Being dragged by the undercurrent Holding breathe to find a spark Yet I’m bathing in the sunlight But the wind is growing cold Merriment remains a surprise With all the things that I can’t hold So I grasp onto this feeling A promise in which I can hide I call vain hopes my fortress Holding solitude by my side I see the light is still abounding Outside the confines of where I’m bound All the plants are thirst aquenching Necessity cannot be found.

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Jul 14, 2019

Jul 14, 2019 at 12:36 PM UTC

solav

This Sunshine (2019)

There is sunshine all over my face, Oh but when will I see the light? A bright blue veil covers all of space With only cloudiness in sight. And figuring out a way out of it Feels like swimming in the dark Being dragged by the undercurrent Holding breathe to find a spark Yet I’m bathing in the sunlight But the wind is growing cold Merriment remains a surprise With all the things that I can’t hold So I grasp onto this feeling A promise in which I can hide I call vain hopes my fortress Holding solitude by my side I see the light is still abounding Outside the confines of where I’m bound All the plants are thirst aquenching Necessity cannot be found.

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it’s an undercurrent simmering below the simple gestures stares that linger a bit too long touches with no apparent reason odd questions just to hear my voice i feel it. the undercurrent of your attention slow yet there small but rising i’m not stupid. i know it’s nothing. the undercurrent is scented with doubt. as always. doubt, curiosity, estrangement just a simple **** on my shoulder. it may wash away or it may grow. i don’t know if it will overflow. i won’t wait for years. (but i will keep my eyes on you)

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Feb 9, 2019

Feb 9, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC

morningblue

Undercurrent

it’s an undercurrent simmering below the simple gestures stares that linger a bit too long touches with no apparent reason odd questions just to hear my voice i feel it. the undercurrent of your attention slow yet there small but rising i’m not stupid. i know it’s nothing. the undercurrent is scented with doubt. as always. doubt, curiosity, estrangement just a simple **** on my shoulder. it may wash away or it may grow. i don’t know if it will overflow. i won’t wait for years. (but i will keep my eyes on you)

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Weak minds block stronger voices. for a voice that speaks truths always conflict with the rationalization of others ignorance. Never let lies seep beneath the waters of truth and float like away in the undercurrents of denial. There are always layers to truth.. But lies are only one layer folded upon another getting tighter and more unstable with every moment its breathed.

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Jul 15, 2018

Jul 15, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC

poetic-t

Undercurrents Of Lies

Weak minds block stronger voices. for a voice that speaks truths always conflict with the rationalization of others ignorance. Never let lies seep beneath the waters of truth and float like away in the undercurrents of denial. There are always layers to truth.. But lies are only one layer folded upon another getting tighter and more unstable with every moment its breathed.

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