"fateless" poems - Hello Poetry

When morning comes Visitor in the night Fateless commitment Forgive me Unwritten Going all out Written on the skyline By candlelight.

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Mar 6, 2015

Mar 6, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC

dia95

By Candlelight

When morning comes Visitor in the night Fateless commitment Forgive me Unwritten Going all out Written on the skyline By candlelight.

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Of course we’re born sad little creatures! To be born, we had to have the picture broken & bursted—for, being born, we’re fragments of it. (But not just us born—all of it that’s born…all of it’s fragments.) Us, though, we found out about the pieces (and that we’re them) so shock-hearted and weary-eyed we joggle ourselves around, and waggle and babble (because we can move and talk to the other pieces, like you) in the sedulous task of trying to see what picture we all formed before we were born and to see if we can’t form it again while born and living. And, also, inexorably, to see like fateless naked goggling chicken-children what part we have—is it a sun’s ray, a cloud’s feather, a grass blade, or is it just the indistinguishable shade of unctuous bole that’s laid there almost smeared in between? I’m not quite sure, our tabs seem flexible enough, and to add we’re whimsy little interlockers, so no wonder we’ve been going on billions of years now. At this point it’s probably give-up or never-end, and both options, frankly, seem quite abominable. I wonder if that’s what it says on the box, right above “meant for children” and “small parts dangerous choking hazard.” But the question is what to do when you’ve realized a piece has been missing, always been missing, and probably more. (Oh, and for after, you can ask if it was never put there in the first place, and why)—do you just imagine, then? I mean, just that—just imagine the whole thing, after all the fuss been going on to hold hands and make it out? I’m telling you, I bet the sucker is something else entirely, like something I don’t even know what, but different—crazy different, I bet. And it’s probably why they didn’t want to include it, those ponzies—we wouldn’t choke on that one. Not that piece. Still, though, I hope it says on the box. I hope it at least tells you something on the box. Wait, where’s the box? What box?

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Mar 27, 2012

Mar 27, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC

daniello

Rigged—Saw Muddle

Of course we’re born sad little creatures! To be born, we had to have the picture broken & bursted—for, being born, we’re fragments of it. (But not just us born—all of it that’s born…all of it’s fragments.) Us, though, we found out about the pieces (and that we’re them) so shock-hearted and weary-eyed we joggle ourselves around, and waggle and babble (because we can move and talk to the other pieces, like you) in the sedulous task of trying to see what picture we all formed before we were born and to see if we can’t form it again while born and living. And, also, inexorably, to see like fateless naked goggling chicken-children what part we have—is it a sun’s ray, a cloud’s feather, a grass blade, or is it just the indistinguishable shade of unctuous bole that’s laid there almost smeared in between? I’m not quite sure, our tabs seem flexible enough, and to add we’re whimsy little interlockers, so no wonder we’ve been going on billions of years now. At this point it’s probably give-up or never-end, and both options, frankly, seem quite abominable. I wonder if that’s what it says on the box, right above “meant for children” and “small parts dangerous choking hazard.” But the question is what to do when you’ve realized a piece has been missing, always been missing, and probably more. (Oh, and for after, you can ask if it was never put there in the first place, and why)—do you just imagine, then? I mean, just that—just imagine the whole thing, after all the fuss been going on to hold hands and make it out? I’m telling you, I bet the sucker is something else entirely, like something I don’t even know what, but different—crazy different, I bet. And it’s probably why they didn’t want to include it, those ponzies—we wouldn’t choke on that one. Not that piece. Still, though, I hope it says on the box. I hope it at least tells you something on the box. Wait, where’s the box? What box?

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for sent a skyline to the day a kiss with wings of smile. (these lights of Yes you call your eyes are blessed with skies of deep array) let’s talk too little and say too much with words of forever in our slightest touch. for when feeling is hearing the breezes start singing of scattered songs in the air, (unsounding, but ever there) when all my notes of frameless bars sync with the rhythm of your fateless stars. for the world is a cube rolling on and on through every kind of time and place. and i feel quite blessed and prepossessed that all the pieces of our universe fell so that even the Fall could have guessed the way i would breathe the scent of your grace. for life is a dreamboat flowing along the river of time through silence and song. when older is sooner and younger is late, and the earth is a picnic too out of date, although we’re quite busy with everythings to do i’d happily share my dreamboat with you.

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Jan 11, 2013

Jan 11, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC

brian-sarfati

Maple Serenade

for sent a skyline to the day a kiss with wings of smile. (these lights of Yes you call your eyes are blessed with skies of deep array) let’s talk too little and say too much with words of forever in our slightest touch. for when feeling is hearing the breezes start singing of scattered songs in the air, (unsounding, but ever there) when all my notes of frameless bars sync with the rhythm of your fateless stars. for the world is a cube rolling on and on through every kind of time and place. and i feel quite blessed and prepossessed that all the pieces of our universe fell so that even the Fall could have guessed the way i would breathe the scent of your grace. for life is a dreamboat flowing along the river of time through silence and song. when older is sooner and younger is late, and the earth is a picnic too out of date, although we’re quite busy with everythings to do i’d happily share my dreamboat with you.

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Look around, What do I see? 13 Dead Men Looking at me Wave my hands through the ink filled air, life has been unfair, But I am happy so long as I get my share. Stress and suicide always on my mind, A smile on my face is all you will e'er find. For my tears fall in a secret place So far away from earth's face. In the pursuit of happiness I do give chase Post haste! On a Red horse it cannot escape. Is this heaven or is it hell? Halls of confusion I know so well. I see the pain but I still leave my shell, On my way to count how many angels' fell. How can I tell? Oh, with memories the Crystalline doth swell. I hear echoes here. here are the things I fear, the things so far that they're near. Pages float weightlessly, As if e'er timeless. I live Fateless, See? Read this well, your Highness. The grass is so green, The skies so grey. For many years I haven't seen Night or day. I Await the rain, to wash away the stains of blackened grains. There was fire, Here remains desire, In my eyes lack the dire At least here I am Maskless.. Carpe Diem

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Apr 24, 2015

Apr 24, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC

DrsJoke

Broken Feather

Look around, What do I see? 13 Dead Men Looking at me Wave my hands through the ink filled air, life has been unfair, But I am happy so long as I get my share. Stress and suicide always on my mind, A smile on my face is all you will e'er find. For my tears fall in a secret place So far away from earth's face. In the pursuit of happiness I do give chase Post haste! On a Red horse it cannot escape. Is this heaven or is it hell? Halls of confusion I know so well. I see the pain but I still leave my shell, On my way to count how many angels' fell. How can I tell? Oh, with memories the Crystalline doth swell. I hear echoes here. here are the things I fear, the things so far that they're near. Pages float weightlessly, As if e'er timeless. I live Fateless, See? Read this well, your Highness. The grass is so green, The skies so grey. For many years I haven't seen Night or day. I Await the rain, to wash away the stains of blackened grains. There was fire, Here remains desire, In my eyes lack the dire At least here I am Maskless.. Carpe Diem

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Oh, my heart how did you find me in the dark? Was it the stark white shine of my bones through my chest? I wasn't really trying to do a "Someone stole my heart" cliche- It just fit in that way, and I'm not sure if I'm saying what I need to say or just rhyming needless words and verbs like needles swimming threadless in something they never meant to sew So, here we are. I've done my best to stay hidden, I've ridden inky tides on moonless nights Lost fights with myself and won a few And for a while I smiled When I thought of me and didn't think of you And it was fine, so fine To live like someone who hasn't had their head cracked open by primordial forces and the odds of gods and goddesses To be honest, I never thought I'd promise this But to you, my nameless, shapeless faceless, fateless companion. . . I'll walk with you forever, even if we never get back home and I won't accept a stand-in

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Oct 1, 2015

Oct 1, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC

dustin-the-destroyer

Not Alone, Never Alone. Never Ever Ever Ever Alone.

Oh, my heart how did you find me in the dark? Was it the stark white shine of my bones through my chest? I wasn't really trying to do a "Someone stole my heart" cliche- It just fit in that way, and I'm not sure if I'm saying what I need to say or just rhyming needless words and verbs like needles swimming threadless in something they never meant to sew So, here we are. I've done my best to stay hidden, I've ridden inky tides on moonless nights Lost fights with myself and won a few And for a while I smiled When I thought of me and didn't think of you And it was fine, so fine To live like someone who hasn't had their head cracked open by primordial forces and the odds of gods and goddesses To be honest, I never thought I'd promise this But to you, my nameless, shapeless faceless, fateless companion. . . I'll walk with you forever, even if we never get back home and I won't accept a stand-in

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I am the conduit When feelings hit, they strike deep Like lightning, unfathomable strength More fleeting than the jaded moments It comes to fade like shallow breaths But the scars remain Reminding me of a forever, lost Misspelled shadows A creeping psalm of hope I am the line crossed I am the light lost I am the entity that can't be found Scorned by solemn apathy I become the withered and unbound Ransom unjust fate Just to feel okay by yourself You are the silence I seek Courageous and unfettered by longing My love seethes in empty corridors Wandering past each frame of mind Doorways leading to crippled lines Threads unjust, no beginning or end This woven featurette is yours to weep Watch me dance hollowly on screen Stepping over each piece of glass Like the ghostly waltz of yesteryear Find me there, underneath the crown of hate I am the conduit I am the fateless misery you strive to hate Strike me down, fell my cause Bring me to my knees Misery seems to be my favorite mistake The taste of your lips a listless waste

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Jan 21, 2021

Jan 21, 2021 at 5:01 PM UTC

axion-prelude

Scorned

I am the conduit When feelings hit, they strike deep Like lightning, unfathomable strength More fleeting than the jaded moments It comes to fade like shallow breaths But the scars remain Reminding me of a forever, lost Misspelled shadows A creeping psalm of hope I am the line crossed I am the light lost I am the entity that can't be found Scorned by solemn apathy I become the withered and unbound Ransom unjust fate Just to feel okay by yourself You are the silence I seek Courageous and unfettered by longing My love seethes in empty corridors Wandering past each frame of mind Doorways leading to crippled lines Threads unjust, no beginning or end This woven featurette is yours to weep Watch me dance hollowly on screen Stepping over each piece of glass Like the ghostly waltz of yesteryear Find me there, underneath the crown of hate I am the conduit I am the fateless misery you strive to hate Strike me down, fell my cause Bring me to my knees Misery seems to be my favorite mistake The taste of your lips a listless waste

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the boldest sliver of a tortured soul, floating --aimless-- in her tempting sea, will never fully grasp his need to be whole but—fateless— and kept within naivety. still, it seems that, her honeyed deep always had a way of making this lost man feel --weightless--.

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Sep 13, 2013

Sep 13, 2013 at 4:04 AM UTC

Janelise

Gravity

the boldest sliver of a tortured soul, floating --aimless-- in her tempting sea, will never fully grasp his need to be whole but—fateless— and kept within naivety. still, it seems that, her honeyed deep always had a way of making this lost man feel --weightless--.

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Always just seems to encompass so little now a days. like forced nevers that started out strong but ended up limping out the mouth. making every time after falling short of the finish line, crutchless and wounded. turning the next encounter to reruns that have burned itself into view of the latter. Passively predicting the loop but doing little to alter the fateless. because popcorn needs to eaten just as shows are made to be watched. we are all tuned to the same channel, just in different brightness settings. then given the option to search for the remote control that will remain absent. we're told that the search will bare the fruit desired. and even though it is common knowledge now as to where the path leads and ends. for it was thine own ****** hand that placed the final stone. a ********* in the making. for the only other word to describe such behavior Is insanity. whether it is a question or a statement is beyond the threshold of what im willing to spend time thinking about. even though my thought process is rarely my own and i wouldnt really call us friends either. for if my thoughts betray me why would i give others a privileged that i am not qualified to give away. was there a day in my in my redacted childhood that wont raise its hand when i do roll call. one that warned me, trained me even to Not react but preemptively parry the blows that i would soon take full force. Pretending that its the smoke caressing and constricting the lungs and not the constant sucker punch to the only blind spot left. at this point, neglect works just as well as chasing an unattainable figment. that in my opinion. is far too real and even less tangible.

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Feb 28, 2017

Feb 28, 2017 at 6:02 PM UTC

spikeharper

Nearly Sighted

Always just seems to encompass so little now a days. like forced nevers that started out strong but ended up limping out the mouth. making every time after falling short of the finish line, crutchless and wounded. turning the next encounter to reruns that have burned itself into view of the latter. Passively predicting the loop but doing little to alter the fateless. because popcorn needs to eaten just as shows are made to be watched. we are all tuned to the same channel, just in different brightness settings. then given the option to search for the remote control that will remain absent. we're told that the search will bare the fruit desired. and even though it is common knowledge now as to where the path leads and ends. for it was thine own ****** hand that placed the final stone. a ********* in the making. for the only other word to describe such behavior Is insanity. whether it is a question or a statement is beyond the threshold of what im willing to spend time thinking about. even though my thought process is rarely my own and i wouldnt really call us friends either. for if my thoughts betray me why would i give others a privileged that i am not qualified to give away. was there a day in my in my redacted childhood that wont raise its hand when i do roll call. one that warned me, trained me even to Not react but preemptively parry the blows that i would soon take full force. Pretending that its the smoke caressing and constricting the lungs and not the constant sucker punch to the only blind spot left. at this point, neglect works just as well as chasing an unattainable figment. that in my opinion. is far too real and even less tangible.

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Into the night I seek The silhouette of chance, Black merges into white A flight of dances Step into the light To erase the shadows Of a man Whose face over voice In melancholic range Now weeps beneath dreams Of reckless prose eager to know the birth Of another dawn In the arms and wings Of past future strides… The deadly dark of the Running night Is everywhere in sight From bars to bedrooms Juxtaposing Each irreverent line of Tomorrows yet to come But has nothing to offer That is of consequence Forget the deranged sorrow I say Night has its blessings for sale Turn your head to this side And derail the empty wail A breathtaking flight Is a plight that is borrowed From fateless time Oh aphrodisiac nights When the heart seals The worldless spirit I caress your face With the touch of my mind, I have known these moments before When the throat runs dry And feelings are high… A song is conceived By the magical sighs Born to grow With the sweet breath Of love Night blossoms And withers into morn The stars swoon In the slumber of the moon Maybe again Your face will I see As the creatures of mystery Celebrate their Change of colors Outrageously Into the night…..

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Apr 7, 2015

Apr 7, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC

jean-rojas

Aphrodisiac Nights

Into the night I seek The silhouette of chance, Black merges into white A flight of dances Step into the light To erase the shadows Of a man Whose face over voice In melancholic range Now weeps beneath dreams Of reckless prose eager to know the birth Of another dawn In the arms and wings Of past future strides… The deadly dark of the Running night Is everywhere in sight From bars to bedrooms Juxtaposing Each irreverent line of Tomorrows yet to come But has nothing to offer That is of consequence Forget the deranged sorrow I say Night has its blessings for sale Turn your head to this side And derail the empty wail A breathtaking flight Is a plight that is borrowed From fateless time Oh aphrodisiac nights When the heart seals The worldless spirit I caress your face With the touch of my mind, I have known these moments before When the throat runs dry And feelings are high… A song is conceived By the magical sighs Born to grow With the sweet breath Of love Night blossoms And withers into morn The stars swoon In the slumber of the moon Maybe again Your face will I see As the creatures of mystery Celebrate their Change of colors Outrageously Into the night…..

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The body I hold is hanging in the balance, Each breath wracking through lifeless air. The hollowness that expands from his lifeless eyes, Burning when my eyes are shut. As if untouched by the twine of fate, Existing but not living breathing but not waking. The icy thuds of an unnatural heart, Making those softer sounds quaver into absence. As if by sheer chance my strings are pulled, my lips lower to touch those of the dead. At contact time stands still, The thudding stops. The lips take on a rosey pink, Mirroring the sentiment of every second. As if aching to understand. As if terrified to forget. The fear awakens and the hurt rolls out, Trembling down limp limbs and shoulders. Hushing into a steady rock, With promises that my strength won't give. Purpose is gifted with a single kiss, and like a rose I watch it grow. In vibrance and strength the body will glow. Till the day he finds his voice. When words will tumble onto life, and bind the solace and the strife. Gift gold in band and my love for you, with the simple promise to always cherish, love and hold you.

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Jan 26, 2015

Jan 26, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC

david-watt

Fateless

The body I hold is hanging in the balance, Each breath wracking through lifeless air. The hollowness that expands from his lifeless eyes, Burning when my eyes are shut. As if untouched by the twine of fate, Existing but not living breathing but not waking. The icy thuds of an unnatural heart, Making those softer sounds quaver into absence. As if by sheer chance my strings are pulled, my lips lower to touch those of the dead. At contact time stands still, The thudding stops. The lips take on a rosey pink, Mirroring the sentiment of every second. As if aching to understand. As if terrified to forget. The fear awakens and the hurt rolls out, Trembling down limp limbs and shoulders. Hushing into a steady rock, With promises that my strength won't give. Purpose is gifted with a single kiss, and like a rose I watch it grow. In vibrance and strength the body will glow. Till the day he finds his voice. When words will tumble onto life, and bind the solace and the strife. Gift gold in band and my love for you, with the simple promise to always cherish, love and hold you.

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a smiling terrain i hope you're happy im taking myself back begging my heart for a break has been far too incompleted your grey walls and titanium windows have kept me down, haven't they? your watermelon grin is fateless and faultless and i hope to God it never goes away but when it does--remember to love? thank you for hurting me and making me weaker i definitely might've needed it be joyful i will be too!

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Aug 30, 2018

Aug 30, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC

thegreatwarriorpoet

ravi d'avoir fait votre connaissance.

a smiling terrain i hope you're happy im taking myself back begging my heart for a break has been far too incompleted your grey walls and titanium windows have kept me down, haven't they? your watermelon grin is fateless and faultless and i hope to God it never goes away but when it does--remember to love? thank you for hurting me and making me weaker i definitely might've needed it be joyful i will be too!

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Trembling he follows the being Striding through the night Mumbling he speaks His heart pounding Forward. Firmly he stiffens His eyes wide Grimly he grimaces He knows the budgets tight Shuffling, each step scraping across the divide Struggling to grip that which doesnt leave his side Coherently it proclaims We have almost arrived Feverently he protests I nearly have it defined Distinguished but in jest You dont have a choice In time my kind will hold your voice We will hoist the strings Puppeteering the mind We will shine Bright Brilliant Boundless Soundless Mindless Soulless Fateless A disgrace to us Claimed our cage In the last age Now centre stage A guide to the book The egos playmate

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Aug 21, 2019

Aug 21, 2019 at 5:47 PM UTC

jason-myr

Invitation

Trembling he follows the being Striding through the night Mumbling he speaks His heart pounding Forward. Firmly he stiffens His eyes wide Grimly he grimaces He knows the budgets tight Shuffling, each step scraping across the divide Struggling to grip that which doesnt leave his side Coherently it proclaims We have almost arrived Feverently he protests I nearly have it defined Distinguished but in jest You dont have a choice In time my kind will hold your voice We will hoist the strings Puppeteering the mind We will shine Bright Brilliant Boundless Soundless Mindless Soulless Fateless A disgrace to us Claimed our cage In the last age Now centre stage A guide to the book The egos playmate

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Defense and apprehension keeps me Should i mention this immense, ascending feeling reaping me? The reeling out of sight bright, shining at the sight if you. You shine for me You shine on me I'd be hardly known, uneasily and seemingly roam, not free form from room to room, in and out an unavoidable unavailable vacancy of gloom. In bloom, my flowering budless, aweless, awfully lawful, peer-free, though id cease to be not flawless. I want nothing more than this. God i want you I need you to feel what i have when i see you see me feeling you. I love you.

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Mar 10, 2020

Mar 10, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC

JessterDerek

Faithful, fateless

Defense and apprehension keeps me Should i mention this immense, ascending feeling reaping me? The reeling out of sight bright, shining at the sight if you. You shine for me You shine on me I'd be hardly known, uneasily and seemingly roam, not free form from room to room, in and out an unavoidable unavailable vacancy of gloom. In bloom, my flowering budless, aweless, awfully lawful, peer-free, though id cease to be not flawless. I want nothing more than this. God i want you I need you to feel what i have when i see you see me feeling you. I love you.

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