"discontinues" poems - Hello Poetry

Apparition, depise m3. Always clinging onto Dissonance. It wasn't my fault. The stresses stresses on And nothing like it Could ever begone. It tears me. You ever rip apart The flesh of metaphoric Truth? Ofcourse not. It belongs subjective. Parallel and defiant. It belongs to no one. This continues onward. It discontinues.

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Sep 5, 2019

Sep 5, 2019 at 4:26 AM UTC

Hollow19

Creature

Apparition, depise m3. Always clinging onto Dissonance. It wasn't my fault. The stresses stresses on And nothing like it Could ever begone. It tears me. You ever rip apart The flesh of metaphoric Truth? Ofcourse not. It belongs subjective. Parallel and defiant. It belongs to no one. This continues onward. It discontinues.

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I never believed I would value storms so much in my time of living. The sound it makes, the beating of the outspoken clouds screaming at each other. The sudden cackle of a pound of lighting. It was always a wonderful thing. I knew the clouds communicated to each other, mimicked there cries of bliss as the gust of shivering spray fell down in a sudden movement that was too extreme to express. Every movement seemed to follow in other bleached clouds screams. As the monsters cry and holler in their own despair it is quiet down below where they can’t visualize beneath them. It grows silent on solid ground; nothing dares to speak over the clouds fearing of another loud clash. No bird taunts to sing a song, no cat challenges to whine, only the blossoms and meadow swayed to the singing cries of the clouds. And then time discontinues for an instant, as the mighty beasts of the sky say their sendoffs and let the sun ooze in and graze the land beneath happily.

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Aug 27, 2013

Aug 27, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC

noelle

Storms

I never believed I would value storms so much in my time of living. The sound it makes, the beating of the outspoken clouds screaming at each other. The sudden cackle of a pound of lighting. It was always a wonderful thing. I knew the clouds communicated to each other, mimicked there cries of bliss as the gust of shivering spray fell down in a sudden movement that was too extreme to express. Every movement seemed to follow in other bleached clouds screams. As the monsters cry and holler in their own despair it is quiet down below where they can’t visualize beneath them. It grows silent on solid ground; nothing dares to speak over the clouds fearing of another loud clash. No bird taunts to sing a song, no cat challenges to whine, only the blossoms and meadow swayed to the singing cries of the clouds. And then time discontinues for an instant, as the mighty beasts of the sky say their sendoffs and let the sun ooze in and graze the land beneath happily.

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I wonder if there's love after life If nights of music and manic love Lives on after we die Or if it all just stops If our love discontinues If our beautiful bodys And empowered existences Get swept away into oblivion Last night You asked me why I am so afraid to lose you I'm afraid to lose you because You are the reason why I am afraid to die

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Jul 17, 2018

Jul 17, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC

peachyadolescents

My love in this life

I wonder if there's love after life If nights of music and manic love Lives on after we die Or if it all just stops If our love discontinues If our beautiful bodys And empowered existences Get swept away into oblivion Last night You asked me why I am so afraid to lose you I'm afraid to lose you because You are the reason why I am afraid to die

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