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"sandstorm" poems
Dear me, I hope this letter finds you kind, I hope it finds you at ease, I hope it finds you as you were born.. a soft spring breeze. I am writing this letter to inform you that you still have space to unfold, that you are a continuum that doesn’t have to settle for the broken uni-verse where you were unraveled. You, love, are not limited to your synonyms. You can develop into a sandstorm speaking the names of the Saharas to your left and to your right. a sandstorm that does not blind the sufi midnight traveler. a sandstorm that travels beyond the desert. a sandstorm carrying a water-well for the thirsty. You can develop into an ocean that doesn’t stand in arrogance where there is land. an ocean that waxes and wanes to the rhythm of the moonlight caressing you. an ocean that doesn’t erode the rocks standing on its shore. You can develop into a soft spring breeze that makes a home of all the other seasons. a soft spring breeze that gently ****** through a baobab tree trunk. a soft spring breeze that playfully tickles the arms of a nesma on her university bus writing this. Kindly find attached to this letter the love your father has tucked in bed a long time ago and never double checked on it. Kindly find attached to this letter the understanding your mother stored in the kitchen cabinet she is too short to reach. Kindly find attached to this letter the forgiveness you have tried to grow out of sunflowers seed every winter. Always sincerely, Forever yours.
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
astronaut
A Letter to Myself
Dear me, I hope this letter finds you kind, I hope it finds you at ease, I hope it finds you as you were born.. a soft spring breeze. I am writing this letter to inform you that you still have space to unfold, that you are a continuum that doesn’t have to settle for the broken uni-verse where you were unraveled. You, love, are not limited to your synonyms. You can develop into a sandstorm speaking the names of the Saharas to your left and to your right. a sandstorm that does not blind the sufi midnight traveler. a sandstorm that travels beyond the desert. a sandstorm carrying a water-well for the thirsty. You can develop into an ocean that doesn’t stand in arrogance where there is land. an ocean that waxes and wanes to the rhythm of the moonlight caressing you. an ocean that doesn’t erode the rocks standing on its shore. You can develop into a soft spring breeze that makes a home of all the other seasons. a soft spring breeze that gently ****** through a baobab tree trunk. a soft spring breeze that playfully tickles the arms of a nesma on her university bus writing this. Kindly find attached to this letter the love your father has tucked in bed a long time ago and never double checked on it. Kindly find attached to this letter the understanding your mother stored in the kitchen cabinet she is too short to reach. Kindly find attached to this letter the forgiveness you have tried to grow out of sunflowers seed every winter. Always sincerely, Forever yours.
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Whether you're a victim Of a firestorm, sandstorm, snowstorm, Remember: hell hath no fury Like mother nature scorned
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Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 8:47 PM UTC
zackripley
Hell hath no fury
Whether you're a victim Of a firestorm, sandstorm, snowstorm, Remember: hell hath no fury Like mother nature scorned
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Vivid cultures dancing like jellybeans in a frying pan. Pop like a violin flow with the rhythm of the sandstorm. Spinach leaves sway in the depths of the ocean like worms hooked through one of its many stomachs filled with plastic bottles. ****** honey bombs flavour the ink that spills across the landscapes.
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
kagami
Untitled
Vivid cultures dancing like jellybeans in a frying pan. Pop like a violin flow with the rhythm of the sandstorm. Spinach leaves sway in the depths of the ocean like worms hooked through one of its many stomachs filled with plastic bottles. ****** honey bombs flavour the ink that spills across the landscapes.
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A storm, a sandstorm, a blinding sandstorm! Grits of gold inebriated with a haunted hurricane danced with a fiendish fervour in its search for identity. Glare of gold blinds, grip of greed delirates. Like a marauding butcher, slivers of gold gouged out your saneness. You danced like a possessed, with the yellow glister holding your hand to the funeral pyre  of your created destiny.
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
the-mystique-trail
The lost equilibrium
A storm, a sandstorm, a blinding sandstorm! Grits of gold inebriated with a haunted hurricane danced with a fiendish fervour in its search for identity. Glare of gold blinds, grip of greed delirates. Like a marauding butcher, slivers of gold gouged out your saneness. You danced like a possessed, with the yellow glister holding your hand to the funeral pyre  of your created destiny.
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Stand up for what? To collapse back down my ankles turn to water whenever you're around I can't stand up when i don't know what i stand for like my brain is in the clouds but my heart is on the **** floor or a platform my face is in a sandstorm and i can't form words with my lips between your teeth our bodies now declare war and my throat begets a siren that your backbones can't ignore your shoulders hold me down while i beg for just a little bit more
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
julie-butler
boneless
Stand up for what? To collapse back down my ankles turn to water whenever you're around I can't stand up when i don't know what i stand for like my brain is in the clouds but my heart is on the **** floor or a platform my face is in a sandstorm and i can't form words with my lips between your teeth our bodies now declare war and my throat begets a siren that your backbones can't ignore your shoulders hold me down while i beg for just a little bit more
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when he died, his jackets all went to the grandkids (world-war-two-chic was en vogue), his medals to his sons, and his meticulous preparations for any far-off hurricane, blizzard, fabled connecticut sandstorm, power outage, overheating engine, skinned knee to the big and elegant dumpster. his wife in her heels-for-every-occasion, in her quiet knowing languages and recipes and birdseed loved him even after she forgot his name and hers. they built this house bare-handed and in the shade of the trees and spiders and cell-phone towers it will stand as ever it always has.
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Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
cr1090
Mayapple
when he died, his jackets all went to the grandkids (world-war-two-chic was en vogue), his medals to his sons, and his meticulous preparations for any far-off hurricane, blizzard, fabled connecticut sandstorm, power outage, overheating engine, skinned knee to the big and elegant dumpster. his wife in her heels-for-every-occasion, in her quiet knowing languages and recipes and birdseed loved him even after she forgot his name and hers. they built this house bare-handed and in the shade of the trees and spiders and cell-phone towers it will stand as ever it always has.
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I can hear the lonely air whistle As we fly on this time missile The wind chimes As it carries time A time that is quickly fleeting When it's death we'll be meeting So as time keeps flowing My anxiety keeps growing Like the Reaper's scythe It used to be a knife But now it is my crescent moon That will take me to my tomb Time keeps passing Time keeps thrashing My skin is hardened As my mind is smartened I gain my impurity From my seniority But time slows when I'm with you And you can erase the color blue Please pluck me from your fandom So we can tackle time in tandem The clock keeps ticking The clock is tricking Me into thinking I have time And so I begin to climb The sands of my daunting hourglass Sand hits the ground becoming my past Your absence makes sand fall faster My life becomes a natural disaster I'm stuck in a sandstorm Only you can reform For the power of time Covers me in grime Time's gavel Is my calling Time travels As I'm falling The minutes feel infinite Until they're gone forever If we could be intimate Time would be pleasure I am missing seconds As your kissing beckons I start to float through time and space Whenever I witness your lovely face But that's time I'll never get back So I must get my life on it's tracks And reset my clock And reset my **** So I can see time clearly And watch it float near me Because in a life without your love The passing of time fits like a glove
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
andrew-rueter
Time
I can hear the lonely air whistle As we fly on this time missile The wind chimes As it carries time A time that is quickly fleeting When it's death we'll be meeting So as time keeps flowing My anxiety keeps growing Like the Reaper's scythe It used to be a knife But now it is my crescent moon That will take me to my tomb Time keeps passing Time keeps thrashing My skin is hardened As my mind is smartened I gain my impurity From my seniority But time slows when I'm with you And you can erase the color blue Please pluck me from your fandom So we can tackle time in tandem The clock keeps ticking The clock is tricking Me into thinking I have time And so I begin to climb The sands of my daunting hourglass Sand hits the ground becoming my past Your absence makes sand fall faster My life becomes a natural disaster I'm stuck in a sandstorm Only you can reform For the power of time Covers me in grime Time's gavel Is my calling Time travels As I'm falling The minutes feel infinite Until they're gone forever If we could be intimate Time would be pleasure I am missing seconds As your kissing beckons I start to float through time and space Whenever I witness your lovely face But that's time I'll never get back So I must get my life on it's tracks And reset my clock And reset my **** So I can see time clearly And watch it float near me Because in a life without your love The passing of time fits like a glove
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I awoke alone, after a horrid dream. I turned to your face to feel something comforting. In the spot that graced your silhouette were sheets weighted with regret. My misdirected inflection coupled with the misconception, that 1+1=1 not 2 you see, when the correct formula is 1+1≥3 Fact is I lied. When I pronounced "love" with greater strength than "as long" Fact is I lied. When i said unconditional. It is the beauty in song. My regret lies in lack of earlier cognition. This is not the first time this has happened. Which means I never learned a lesson inferring  to my lack of a mission or understanding, in a man's mind muddled. I took the position of sitting down in the struggle. My body fatigued, eyes bloodshot and wary I refused to see your definition of affection realized in the lines of the abstract. Fact is I lied. When I said forever; Knowing I am temporary. Fact is I lied. I never finished my sentence. A more complete thought is "one of many" The complete truth is my love was uniform. Designed to let any woman fill the mold. I lacked passion. Which gives direction in a sandstorm. I gave up my attempts to understand why water is wet. Returned to my dreadful fantasy wherein my heart would contort and deform. As I told the truth to you in a Scarlett and Rhett fashion; We caressed in a snowstorm. The message cut deeper than I could ever myself. Fact is I lied. When I said I would be fine,smiled and drank in the last light you would reflect. Fact is I lied. When I said it was me It was the both of us I wished to confect.
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Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 10:34 PM UTC
timothy-brown
Pathelogical liar
I awoke alone, after a horrid dream. I turned to your face to feel something comforting. In the spot that graced your silhouette were sheets weighted with regret. My misdirected inflection coupled with the misconception, that 1+1=1 not 2 you see, when the correct formula is 1+1≥3 Fact is I lied. When I pronounced "love" with greater strength than "as long" Fact is I lied. When i said unconditional. It is the beauty in song. My regret lies in lack of earlier cognition. This is not the first time this has happened. Which means I never learned a lesson inferring  to my lack of a mission or understanding, in a man's mind muddled. I took the position of sitting down in the struggle. My body fatigued, eyes bloodshot and wary I refused to see your definition of affection realized in the lines of the abstract. Fact is I lied. When I said forever; Knowing I am temporary. Fact is I lied. I never finished my sentence. A more complete thought is "one of many" The complete truth is my love was uniform. Designed to let any woman fill the mold. I lacked passion. Which gives direction in a sandstorm. I gave up my attempts to understand why water is wet. Returned to my dreadful fantasy wherein my heart would contort and deform. As I told the truth to you in a Scarlett and Rhett fashion; We caressed in a snowstorm. The message cut deeper than I could ever myself. Fact is I lied. When I said I would be fine,smiled and drank in the last light you would reflect. Fact is I lied. When I said it was me It was the both of us I wished to confect.
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Black bombs fly religious people lie sky scrapers cleric capers THOSE!!!! archaic papers rise here human dwelling must crumble and masses must die. WHERE ARE THEY GOING TO??????? in this barren space of Arabic land feet aimlessly plod the elderly pray widows wail orphans weep and babies cry on the order 1947 sacked from a place called heaven waves in a sandstorm 40 nights and 40 more.... THOSE!!!! ghouls are rotten to the core killing innocence and much, much more....
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Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 3:15 PM UTC
DMC
On a road to nowhere.
Black bombs fly religious people lie sky scrapers cleric capers THOSE!!!! archaic papers rise here human dwelling must crumble and masses must die. WHERE ARE THEY GOING TO??????? in this barren space of Arabic land feet aimlessly plod the elderly pray widows wail orphans weep and babies cry on the order 1947 sacked from a place called heaven waves in a sandstorm 40 nights and 40 more.... THOSE!!!! ghouls are rotten to the core killing innocence and much, much more....
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***** is the only language I know Burning brightens anguish that grows Like the blinding light the sun shows A star providing life While simultaneously burning me As I dream of turning free Floating here I sail a sea Of words that hurt And kick up dirt Of actions that keep stacking Of factions that keep attacking Of agency that I'm lacking To change any of these things Or the sorrow they bring The sun's assault through trees Scorches the dirt off of me In a world on fire Incinerators are the cleanest places In a hateful empire Interpreters are unwelcome faces And we continue to count the paces Until we master mudslides And we continue to erase the traces Of our humanity under dirt We live in this sandstorm Brought by man's scorn We attempt to grow corn But the dusty fields remain barren When the sun that used to activate photosynthesis Now burns all the young seeds to a crisp The seeds are now manufactured As people wait for the rapture Unable to see salvation starts here on Earth And it starts with us cleaning up dirt
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Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 7:57 AM UTC
andrew-rueter
Dirt
***** is the only language I know Burning brightens anguish that grows Like the blinding light the sun shows A star providing life While simultaneously burning me As I dream of turning free Floating here I sail a sea Of words that hurt And kick up dirt Of actions that keep stacking Of factions that keep attacking Of agency that I'm lacking To change any of these things Or the sorrow they bring The sun's assault through trees Scorches the dirt off of me In a world on fire Incinerators are the cleanest places In a hateful empire Interpreters are unwelcome faces And we continue to count the paces Until we master mudslides And we continue to erase the traces Of our humanity under dirt We live in this sandstorm Brought by man's scorn We attempt to grow corn But the dusty fields remain barren When the sun that used to activate photosynthesis Now burns all the young seeds to a crisp The seeds are now manufactured As people wait for the rapture Unable to see salvation starts here on Earth And it starts with us cleaning up dirt
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There are power lines buried in your wrists, barbed wire fantasies dying to escape You and I, we were fingerprints, we were the ink stains left behind We were the frost left aching on the windows after winter has gone, we were feathers drifting down from the sky after the geese have flown We were the song played during the credits, we were the silence after the storm, we were the glow at the end of a perfect kiss We were the hearts that had never been broken, we were the breeze that had never been touched, You touched me like a sandstorm, like the flames licking up the pyre on the day Joan of Arc died, you touched me like a fingernail moon, longing for the sun We spent our days in the sun, our chapped lips turning red under the sky, the paper dreams you never gave me, because if there's one thing I know, it's that my waiting arms were always waiting, you never let your hurricane heart sweep me up in the storm, I never knew your mother died until I saw it on the news, you had a life outside of this and I never knew. But if there's one thing I know, it's that my heart stopped the day you let me brush your freckles across your face like wayward strands of hair That little mouth open, soul escaping through your lips
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Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 6:41 PM UTC
loewen-s-graves
Freckles
There are power lines buried in your wrists, barbed wire fantasies dying to escape You and I, we were fingerprints, we were the ink stains left behind We were the frost left aching on the windows after winter has gone, we were feathers drifting down from the sky after the geese have flown We were the song played during the credits, we were the silence after the storm, we were the glow at the end of a perfect kiss We were the hearts that had never been broken, we were the breeze that had never been touched, You touched me like a sandstorm, like the flames licking up the pyre on the day Joan of Arc died, you touched me like a fingernail moon, longing for the sun We spent our days in the sun, our chapped lips turning red under the sky, the paper dreams you never gave me, because if there's one thing I know, it's that my waiting arms were always waiting, you never let your hurricane heart sweep me up in the storm, I never knew your mother died until I saw it on the news, you had a life outside of this and I never knew. But if there's one thing I know, it's that my heart stopped the day you let me brush your freckles across your face like wayward strands of hair That little mouth open, soul escaping through your lips
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Here it comes Here comes the sandstorm After all the trials and tribulations The moment to fight back is NOW!!! It's this time the enemy going down Went through hell and back Strength in spirit and in heart Raging up for the attack Tides turning to get up for the start Never going to surrender The eyes are locked on you This time it's to remember And fight for what is true (Chorus)--- Rise! Rise! Rise the sandstorm It's time to settle the final score Rise! Rise! Rise! Here comes the Sandstorm Battle to win this massive war It's time to rise! ------------------ When the chips are down And everything does collapse This is the time to fight on Lady in red is here for the help She brings the battle forth Controlling the time and the sands Crashing the foes in this form Here she comes for the final stand As the storm forging in the distance Intensifying through the place Becoming the queen of the sands Her heart is about to race She is fighting for what is true Bringing her rage ALL ON TO YOU (Chorus)--- Rise! Rise! Rise the sandstorm It's time to settle the final score Rise! Rise! Rise! Here comes the Sandstorm Battle to win this massive war It's time to rise! ------------------ Here it comes Here comes the sandstorm After all the trials and tribulations The moment to fight back is NOW!!! It's this time the enemy going down (Guitar Solo) Ascending from the ashes A warrior from the Earth She has the power Many tides to turn Fearless in her rise Stronger through it all Tornado raging in eyes Overly standing tall Unleash the primal screams Bringing enemies TO THEIR KNEES (Chorus)--- Rise! Rise! Rise the sandstorm It's time to settle the final score Rise! Rise! Rise! Here comes the Sandstorm Battle to win this massive war It's time to rise! ------------------ Here it comes Here comes the sandstorm After all the trials and tribulations The moment to fight back is NOW!!! It's this time the enemy going down FIGHT ON!!!! (Outro Guitar Solo)
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Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 12:33 PM UTC
SimonNader
Here Comes The Sandstorm
Here it comes Here comes the sandstorm After all the trials and tribulations The moment to fight back is NOW!!! It's this time the enemy going down Went through hell and back Strength in spirit and in heart Raging up for the attack Tides turning to get up for the start Never going to surrender The eyes are locked on you This time it's to remember And fight for what is true (Chorus)--- Rise! Rise! Rise the sandstorm It's time to settle the final score Rise! Rise! Rise! Here comes the Sandstorm Battle to win this massive war It's time to rise! ------------------ When the chips are down And everything does collapse This is the time to fight on Lady in red is here for the help She brings the battle forth Controlling the time and the sands Crashing the foes in this form Here she comes for the final stand As the storm forging in the distance Intensifying through the place Becoming the queen of the sands Her heart is about to race She is fighting for what is true Bringing her rage ALL ON TO YOU (Chorus)--- Rise! Rise! Rise the sandstorm It's time to settle the final score Rise! Rise! Rise! Here comes the Sandstorm Battle to win this massive war It's time to rise! ------------------ Here it comes Here comes the sandstorm After all the trials and tribulations The moment to fight back is NOW!!! It's this time the enemy going down (Guitar Solo) Ascending from the ashes A warrior from the Earth She has the power Many tides to turn Fearless in her rise Stronger through it all Tornado raging in eyes Overly standing tall Unleash the primal screams Bringing enemies TO THEIR KNEES (Chorus)--- Rise! Rise! Rise the sandstorm It's time to settle the final score Rise! Rise! Rise! Here comes the Sandstorm Battle to win this massive war It's time to rise! ------------------ Here it comes Here comes the sandstorm After all the trials and tribulations The moment to fight back is NOW!!! It's this time the enemy going down FIGHT ON!!!! (Outro Guitar Solo)
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i will siphon you desolate and leave a desert inside your veins and the oasis that was once your heart will become a tomb sand-flailed eroded buried the same you did to me
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
pride-ed
Sandstorm.
i will siphon you desolate and leave a desert inside your veins and the oasis that was once your heart will become a tomb sand-flailed eroded buried the same you did to me
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You crystal ballroom, all windows and walls, sewing light like seed over everything you touch. Glass eyed stare, hands growing like they're getting away with something. Everything you love is a trick of the light. Everything it touches feels just like you. Hiding heads under street-lamps like sin is some sort of choice we make, like growing is something to be done in silence. They say that people in glasshouses shouldn't throw pebbles, but how can you expect to let people in if you can't even get out? My grandmother looks straight though me, thoughts locked in, hands clamped around her bag of dead friends like holding them tight enough could bring them back.  She tells me how full of life I am. I want to tell her how we all carry echoes around in our pockets but I don't think she'd understand. And I just want to call you. Hand you everything I have like: 'Here's the dirt from under my nails. Call it apology. I hope it finally makes something grow' 'Here's that poem I never finished. Here's to hallelujah. Here's to all your leaving' 'Here's my storm cloud. Here's my salt spray.  Here's my window all dusted and bruised. I don't know how else to tell you that I have loved you in all four seasons'. Everything you love will one day become sandstorm, cliff face, the blunt edge of a knife. One day it won't be you holding the match. Everything you love will turn back to dust Everything you love will turn back to light
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
clickbait
Sorry
You crystal ballroom, all windows and walls, sewing light like seed over everything you touch. Glass eyed stare, hands growing like they're getting away with something. Everything you love is a trick of the light. Everything it touches feels just like you. Hiding heads under street-lamps like sin is some sort of choice we make, like growing is something to be done in silence. They say that people in glasshouses shouldn't throw pebbles, but how can you expect to let people in if you can't even get out? My grandmother looks straight though me, thoughts locked in, hands clamped around her bag of dead friends like holding them tight enough could bring them back.  She tells me how full of life I am. I want to tell her how we all carry echoes around in our pockets but I don't think she'd understand. And I just want to call you. Hand you everything I have like: 'Here's the dirt from under my nails. Call it apology. I hope it finally makes something grow' 'Here's that poem I never finished. Here's to hallelujah. Here's to all your leaving' 'Here's my storm cloud. Here's my salt spray.  Here's my window all dusted and bruised. I don't know how else to tell you that I have loved you in all four seasons'. Everything you love will one day become sandstorm, cliff face, the blunt edge of a knife. One day it won't be you holding the match. Everything you love will turn back to dust Everything you love will turn back to light
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Sounds dreams art form In age norm- brainstorm Wake -up alarm rainstorms     Carmel Clouds Barking noises and hounds Chasing to be found      Sandstorm Monstrous- snowstorm Dreams to heal In uniform Please no harm love embraces   Chasing the wrong faces Gazing- engaging- singing Dreams touch a nerve Reacting jump ringing* Chasing and saving Memory of words Wild child-hummingbirds Floating in the air taps No time like a normal nap The cell phone pictures and apps Chasing big stir coffee sips Valuable time trips Chasing our dreams Is real what it seems? Lips* met* the *sunset Eyes water love just met Chasing- raging- event Lullaby Lighthouse Does your dreams make any sense?
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Jun 14, 2023
Jun 14, 2023 at 8:02 AM UTC
robinHelloRow
Chasing Our Dreams
Sounds dreams art form In age norm- brainstorm Wake -up alarm rainstorms     Carmel Clouds Barking noises and hounds Chasing to be found      Sandstorm Monstrous- snowstorm Dreams to heal In uniform Please no harm love embraces   Chasing the wrong faces Gazing- engaging- singing Dreams touch a nerve Reacting jump ringing* Chasing and saving Memory of words Wild child-hummingbirds Floating in the air taps No time like a normal nap The cell phone pictures and apps Chasing big stir coffee sips Valuable time trips Chasing our dreams Is real what it seems? Lips* met* the *sunset Eyes water love just met Chasing- raging- event Lullaby Lighthouse Does your dreams make any sense?
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*so many worlds in my head can't be contained can't be defined by time or space so much love in my heart won't be restrained won't be denied by chance or fate there exists another way physical yet metaphysical through ferocious eyes foo dogs at soul's gate there exists another place devoid of time, out of mind where fractions of god reconnect and recreate there exists a sandstorm in the hourglass of fortune*
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
liam
Exista
*so many worlds in my head can't be contained can't be defined by time or space so much love in my heart won't be restrained won't be denied by chance or fate there exists another way physical yet metaphysical through ferocious eyes foo dogs at soul's gate there exists another place devoid of time, out of mind where fractions of god reconnect and recreate there exists a sandstorm in the hourglass of fortune*
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I’m starting to believe that this nomadic lifestyle Ain’t at all for the faint of heart Thousands of places in so little time Exhausted but I can’t stop yet as no one place holds extreme value to me Footprints in the sand tell a story of where I’ve been Darkness engulfs me and makes it harder to decide where to begin Perhaps I should just ‘eeny meeny miny mo’ it Since stopping isn’t nearly as important Thoughts clutter my walkway like precious gems covered by a recent sandstorm Disgruntled, I glance out over my shoulder Listening for the whisper of the wind to call out to me But wait… I’m getting a head of myself That’s dangerous when you’re a nomad Whatever is waiting around the next bend A mystery waiting to be unveiled Like a grieving widow, mourning her sanity I run Disjointed from reality I feel no pain Opinions stabbing me like shards of glass Dripping with the blood of identity I’m a fraud… and yet, on I run The tears I’ve cried flow through this deserted land like the Nile It’s ingenious They nurture my steps A suckling waiting to be fed I travel the worn path night and day day and night Stopping only to mark my place I’ve been here before And I never even left the comfort of my bed This journey of a thousand steps Inside my ever restless mind
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Feb 8, 2023
Feb 8, 2023 at 11:32 AM UTC
overlyunderestimated
Nomadic
I’m starting to believe that this nomadic lifestyle Ain’t at all for the faint of heart Thousands of places in so little time Exhausted but I can’t stop yet as no one place holds extreme value to me Footprints in the sand tell a story of where I’ve been Darkness engulfs me and makes it harder to decide where to begin Perhaps I should just ‘eeny meeny miny mo’ it Since stopping isn’t nearly as important Thoughts clutter my walkway like precious gems covered by a recent sandstorm Disgruntled, I glance out over my shoulder Listening for the whisper of the wind to call out to me But wait… I’m getting a head of myself That’s dangerous when you’re a nomad Whatever is waiting around the next bend A mystery waiting to be unveiled Like a grieving widow, mourning her sanity I run Disjointed from reality I feel no pain Opinions stabbing me like shards of glass Dripping with the blood of identity I’m a fraud… and yet, on I run The tears I’ve cried flow through this deserted land like the Nile It’s ingenious They nurture my steps A suckling waiting to be fed I travel the worn path night and day day and night Stopping only to mark my place I’ve been here before And I never even left the comfort of my bed This journey of a thousand steps Inside my ever restless mind
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I see you every day but I never know how you're doing in the fleeting moment when your eyes met mine, I fail to see that they don't glimmer with happiness to see me anymore just a mirage that has been fooling me all this while so it's funny the way it tickles when I realise you're slipping away through my fingers a sandstorm I created with my own hands that I have no control of and I hate that when I ball up my fist, I feel like I'm suffocating you in the end I chose to let you go and leave the remaining grains of sand to be a memoir of your existence. Why do I feel like it's a joke when I reminisce us why do I allow myself to be your puppet why do I fall apart at the thought of you when I once let you be the reason for my confidence but I want to laugh so hard at where we are now- you look at me in the eyes as if I don't know what the hell I'm doing and it's stupid because I'm letting you go for the final time after all that I've done for you after all that you've done to me because I'm tired of the same punch line. I compare you to so many things you're not like the sun peeking through my window when I wake up on the right side of the bed like the bliss of having 2 classes in a day and all this is funny because now, you're more like the scorching 1 p.m. heat when I'm walking back to my dorm from campus, the surge of frustration and anger pumping through my veins after class because I'm hot-tempered and short-circuited all in one and I let you explore which of my buttons to push; your fingertips left me with bruises. Even though I loved you, it's not ******* funny how much I hate you now.
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
pandemonium
It's Kind Of A Funny Story
I see you every day but I never know how you're doing in the fleeting moment when your eyes met mine, I fail to see that they don't glimmer with happiness to see me anymore just a mirage that has been fooling me all this while so it's funny the way it tickles when I realise you're slipping away through my fingers a sandstorm I created with my own hands that I have no control of and I hate that when I ball up my fist, I feel like I'm suffocating you in the end I chose to let you go and leave the remaining grains of sand to be a memoir of your existence. Why do I feel like it's a joke when I reminisce us why do I allow myself to be your puppet why do I fall apart at the thought of you when I once let you be the reason for my confidence but I want to laugh so hard at where we are now- you look at me in the eyes as if I don't know what the hell I'm doing and it's stupid because I'm letting you go for the final time after all that I've done for you after all that you've done to me because I'm tired of the same punch line. I compare you to so many things you're not like the sun peeking through my window when I wake up on the right side of the bed like the bliss of having 2 classes in a day and all this is funny because now, you're more like the scorching 1 p.m. heat when I'm walking back to my dorm from campus, the surge of frustration and anger pumping through my veins after class because I'm hot-tempered and short-circuited all in one and I let you explore which of my buttons to push; your fingertips left me with bruises. Even though I loved you, it's not ******* funny how much I hate you now.
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I found the end of a rainbow But it wasn't a *** of gold I followed the trail through sandstorm and hail And all I got was dust and some mold So I guess I ain't the first one there Or the leprechauns' real poor Cause, I swear, the gold ain't there But now whats a rainbow for?
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
izzyfizzy
End of the Rainbow
I found the end of a rainbow But it wasn't a *** of gold I followed the trail through sandstorm and hail And all I got was dust and some mold So I guess I ain't the first one there Or the leprechauns' real poor Cause, I swear, the gold ain't there But now whats a rainbow for?
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Lost in a tornado of motion Caught in a tsunami of feelings Confused in a hurricane of wind Buried in an avalanche of broken promises Burned in a wild fire of hate Frozen in a blizzard of no hope Shattered in an earthquake of heartbreaks Consumed in a flood of tears Parched in a drought of no love Destroyed in a sandstorm with nothing
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Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 11:53 AM UTC
wild-girl
Lost Love
Lost in a tornado of motion Caught in a tsunami of feelings Confused in a hurricane of wind Buried in an avalanche of broken promises Burned in a wild fire of hate Frozen in a blizzard of no hope Shattered in an earthquake of heartbreaks Consumed in a flood of tears Parched in a drought of no love Destroyed in a sandstorm with nothing
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As the sandstorm rises to block the sky And the air becomes thick with grit I embrace for the impending impact Patiently waiting to say my final goodbye As the gale swept closer my ears began to ring The moan of the approaching monstrosity Silencing all but my thoughts on life To which I prehumously began to sing "Take me higher up ye selfish demon You cannot take my sway For I have traveled further then even you You cannot block my way" As if angered, the roar began to increase The arid tempest rotated and spun Spinning faster than I could ever think Reaching down it snatched me off my feet Together we rose, rolled, and tossed Till the air cleared and I was alone again Looking down at my last seconds of life Realizing the beauty of the world I had lost So I sang as I fell to my death: "Do not mourn me for I am now free Higher up above I can finally see Ye are not the devil I thought ye to be All along it was the evil inside killing me"
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
LRThompson
Singing Sandstorm
As the sandstorm rises to block the sky And the air becomes thick with grit I embrace for the impending impact Patiently waiting to say my final goodbye As the gale swept closer my ears began to ring The moan of the approaching monstrosity Silencing all but my thoughts on life To which I prehumously began to sing "Take me higher up ye selfish demon You cannot take my sway For I have traveled further then even you You cannot block my way" As if angered, the roar began to increase The arid tempest rotated and spun Spinning faster than I could ever think Reaching down it snatched me off my feet Together we rose, rolled, and tossed Till the air cleared and I was alone again Looking down at my last seconds of life Realizing the beauty of the world I had lost So I sang as I fell to my death: "Do not mourn me for I am now free Higher up above I can finally see Ye are not the devil I thought ye to be All along it was the evil inside killing me"
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Clouds of thought Gripping tight the skin of my throat Thick clouds of whisping anxiety and panic; Upon which I choke! Smoke of insanity Of eyes shifting in a sandstorm around the room, always. Forever. I choke. I stumble. I choke. The taste of blood from obsessive consistency becomes momentarily, forever. The hatred I feel for my experience is forever, momentarily. Clouds of panic grip my mind. Clouds of anxiety gag my throat. Clouds of obsession rob my time. Clouds of sorrow **** me slowly. Upon clouds, I choke.
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Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC
Matanyahu
Upon clouds, I choke
Clouds of thought Gripping tight the skin of my throat Thick clouds of whisping anxiety and panic; Upon which I choke! Smoke of insanity Of eyes shifting in a sandstorm around the room, always. Forever. I choke. I stumble. I choke. The taste of blood from obsessive consistency becomes momentarily, forever. The hatred I feel for my experience is forever, momentarily. Clouds of panic grip my mind. Clouds of anxiety gag my throat. Clouds of obsession rob my time. Clouds of sorrow **** me slowly. Upon clouds, I choke.
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