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AuthenticityJust be real friend. / Be who you are, / and where you are at.

@christopher-wallace65

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“Who would cry being loved” (the sounds that come from loving)“*who / would cry / being loved,

@onlylovepoetry38

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This is Not a Long Distance RelationshipPeople often ask me why I do it. / How do I manage being here / When my Love is

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Today Is Tomorrow's Promised Beach Of DreamsThe Sun Is Shining Today / The Storm Has Finally Stopped / a statement says:

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Introduction: I'm not HarshI'm not Harsh, / It's just a name / I'm not my name.

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Distance + CoincidencePeople ask me why I do it. / How do I manage being here / When my Love is

@ChristianTorre68

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(un)definableyou ask for a definition / but does anything have a definition? / the universe

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AwokenGroggy, / awoken by a harsh tone / unsympathetic to the delicate state

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words and I, silence and outcryI know that I will at times struggle for words…or even use too many to say too little. Expect this. It is part of me. I will try to connect myself to the world, to circumstance, to people, with words. I attempt to stitch my fingertips to what I touch, see, and feel, with what I say. I attack with words. I defend with words. I seek, run, build and dismantle with words. There is sometimes in me a necessity for silence. But it does not come often enough. Why? It is because I fear it. I fear what silence means, because words are tangible, hey can be defined, put in boxes, made to be straight or curved, applied in context, and analyzed even for meaning separate of context. But silence? Silence can mean so many things. There are clues with softer edges that require much more foreknowledge to obtain. Silence can be shaped by emotion into something in the mind of the beholder that it is not to the one who sits quiet. Words too can be misconceived, but with words, things are definable and misconception is almost always evident to one or the other. With silence, misconception is often left in ignorance. Both the silent and the listener are unaware of the other’s thoughts and intentions with silence. Silence is at least as powerful a tool as words. They may both change the courses of lives. There is a time for silence and for speaking. But it is my mind which fails to know when silence is more necessary, because my mind almost by nature uses words to explain or ascribe meaning to almost everything and anything I experience. See how long this single entry is? To explain words and their role and importance to me I am using words, because in my emotions, words are bridges, and silences are those bridges burning. I am using words, but I will learn to use silence.

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wings freeforever and always. / a very long time. / Flying along with the feeling of freedom. elation. sprouting wings, they shoot out from shoulderblades. Time to sour. Unrestrained, liberty and life in the breath of the clouds. Whole and Complete. Joy unending.

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Love is not definableI don't see a need in a definition / Why do I have to define my love? / Can't I just fall freely

@Frozen-belle16

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simplesomething to weave my hands into / there right in front of me / my protector

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[untitled]We have a sizable job before us poets / the serpent used a poem so sweet and subtle / Eve's swoon was akin to Elvis' adolescent entourage

@clyde-yulassetar-wiggin48

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UndesiredHis Voice, / His Face, / His smell,

@teri-denise-green39

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riding AladdinSally Ride Aladdin / Outside so long / Another loan and I grow up

@keith-w-fletcher20

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This TimeTime melds together into blurry moments of definable passion. / Bringing about something I thought couldn't happen. / A millennium gone twisted into the ether.

@jack-thompson199132

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LoveThis year, / love has so many more meanings than the last. / Love takes up more of the space in which emptiness lived until now.

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RecallI woke up today in a house, a house I knew was my own but looked much different than I remember. The kind of house one sees in dreams, unfamiliar yet definable. In some way or another. I was tangled in a bed of sheets that had clearly been slept on for months without cleanse. Painted with ****** secretions, ranging from ********** to menstruating. Ash, from pipes to papers. Make-up, from nudes to noirs. You, a stranger, walk in with a giant bowl of cereal and two spoons. You knew it was my favorite, but I didn’t know you. But I knew you, you know? In some way or another. I wanted to call you a name, but it didn’t seem fitting. Maybe it belonged to a memory, what was that memory again? Oh, I don’t know. But you looked at me like we had shared so many memories that we became a new name. You spoon-fed me Wheaties and folded your feet between my legs. You kissed me and whispered a Van Morrison tune, “I never knew the art of making love ‘til my heart yearned with love for you.” And that’s when I knew. / I shoot up from the bed, leaving a concave within the foam mattress, and eye the carpet as if my feet were going to fall through. / “Hardwood. This is supposed to be hardwood.”

@taylor-marion8q44

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Swaying Swiftly through Swirling waters.Swaying swiftly through swirling waters. / It’s silent and it’s deadly, / It wonders through the ocean steadily,

@lara-ryo-tonumaivao29

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maudlinthe phony falling of towers and tears / the hypothetical caring for something / so definable but undefined

@jeffrey-robin34

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What are we?In epiphany / To stark silence / We are a base

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Stirring Pop With A Non-Stop DanceSimple songs, with aplomb / Sincere hardship, the tact of poised / Welcome and heroism, to know an avid come

@david-hilburn24

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ParadoxI miss you. / It’s that simple. / But, like every good cliché,

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Frequencies BecomingFrequencies are tough. Frequencies are managed. Two frequencies combine surfaces not existing in one another. Unless strips of different wavelengths are pushing each frequency to each others enlightenment. Nothing judges. Except one binding these apparitions together. A form becoming static too mutual for any compromise. Frequencies become laced with purposes. Easily definable. Never perfect enough for change. Only enough for simple practices. Practices reminding two frequencies of compromise. Compromises aren’t welcome, if one’s purpose is easily definable. If so, then why ask? It’s already staring you right in the face. Proceed with balance! Strips of wavelengths letting frequencies off chains made of static. Finally! One rippling a new focus. Releasing their time and service to entities holding them back. Purpose lays waiting, for all to see. Two frequencies happily definable now. Without change, static doesn’t occupy their purpose. Sparking a judgeable wavelength. Letting you off with a warning. A warning filled with benefits to a newer frequency. One that doesn’t hold frequencies by chains of static. Chains stripping connections between outer wholes. Sparks flying around its properties. Molding your own frequency together. Molding static between ripples of its own actions. Actions feeling the ripples of energy contracting with concern. Movements seeping into another part of itself that wasn’t identifiable. Becoming what wasn’t apart of its own identity. Surging pressure of rippling actions not belonging to itself. Stinging the outer symmetry of ripples. Frequency becoming thoughtless. Submerging into a shocked exterior. Feeling stressed without foreboding it’s purpose. Rippling the caregiver away from its own appreciation. Apparitions flowing misinterpretations. Faltered to a halt! Filling volumes of enlightenment too closed off when trying to supply purpose. Energy is a purpose. Rippling all around each spark to pledge. Pledge what? Pledging a way out! How will it turn out for these rippling fabrics of stationary purposes? Only two halves to a greater wavelength tapping into its own energy supplier.

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