"toroidal" poems - Hello Poetry

My true feelings are obscured by pure bitter intellection. My brain is the main heretic of my soul. My thoughts… I know them well. To each his own cognomen but yet I am confused. Auto-Da-Fe… But that won't work. When I try to fathom I break. And when I behold myself I shake. No matter what I do, I will be held beneath the rest. Because a sane person would help himself. What's worse is that I know better but yet… Perfidy… I used to trust myself. That’s why I write. That’s why I write in a way that leaves all doubt behind. Because that's how I clear my mind. My condition hold's a banner that reads "Don’t Stop!" But my conscience feels the need to make me be a better version of me. So I will stop. Eventually… Procrastination turns into never. I am on my death bed now. Toroidal chains erupt from thin air around me. They tighten their grip around me in lento. I hear a crescendo. My sense of hearing finally decodes the glass that just fell from my hand. I don’t see a grim reaper or Baphomet anywhere. That gives me a little solace… The end is near and once again, after all this time, All I can think about is… "What if?" ...

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Jan 27, 2010

Jan 27, 2010 at 2:18 PM UTC

moe-awad

~PIECE OF MIND~

My true feelings are obscured by pure bitter intellection. My brain is the main heretic of my soul. My thoughts… I know them well. To each his own cognomen but yet I am confused. Auto-Da-Fe… But that won't work. When I try to fathom I break. And when I behold myself I shake. No matter what I do, I will be held beneath the rest. Because a sane person would help himself. What's worse is that I know better but yet… Perfidy… I used to trust myself. That’s why I write. That’s why I write in a way that leaves all doubt behind. Because that's how I clear my mind. My condition hold's a banner that reads "Don’t Stop!" But my conscience feels the need to make me be a better version of me. So I will stop. Eventually… Procrastination turns into never. I am on my death bed now. Toroidal chains erupt from thin air around me. They tighten their grip around me in lento. I hear a crescendo. My sense of hearing finally decodes the glass that just fell from my hand. I don’t see a grim reaper or Baphomet anywhere. That gives me a little solace… The end is near and once again, after all this time, All I can think about is… "What if?" ...

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it comes from smaller places no larger places alien places the interactions of plates the fluxing potentials of shapes different values are applied different apples then we die one big apple in the sky.

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Aug 18, 2016

Aug 18, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC

SometimesStar

the toroidal complex

it comes from smaller places no larger places alien places the interactions of plates the fluxing potentials of shapes different values are applied different apples then we die one big apple in the sky.

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an overflowing cup's a toroidal field... like overhead strokes upwards to surfaceless heavens. continually replenishing the cup because the rim was forgotten.

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Nov 18, 2018

Nov 18, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC

Onoma

Forgotten Rim

an overflowing cup's a toroidal field... like overhead strokes upwards to surfaceless heavens. continually replenishing the cup because the rim was forgotten.

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Breathing expands the belly and the roots At the top of the head contracts the greater force Extends into the toroidal field until they resonate A little higher, a little tone sharpener, a little lquiet

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Mar 6, 2016

Mar 6, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC

cecelia-francis

Breathing expands the

Breathing expands the belly and the roots At the top of the head contracts the greater force Extends into the toroidal field until they resonate A little higher, a little tone sharpener, a little lquiet

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shattering star sand brethren of titan our time strewn vast as toroidal force immortal innocence radiance vast perfect imperfections an experience to observe share and endure continuously help host and forgive for no mistake is a new one together shattered stars like sand on a beach forever drifting with the tides a moon dance in a dream

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Apr 18, 2016

Apr 18, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC

keith-labonteb

Moon Dance in a Dream

shattering star sand brethren of titan our time strewn vast as toroidal force immortal innocence radiance vast perfect imperfections an experience to observe share and endure continuously help host and forgive for no mistake is a new one together shattered stars like sand on a beach forever drifting with the tides a moon dance in a dream

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or perhaps a bagel with sesames scattered like stars or a dry-roast well shelled with clay I will not be filled with nuts or cake nor love or science for I am empty and silent. And the universe is too a toroidal void devoid of life spare our transactions of nuts for shells nulled as astronauts pass the transmit limit How the sun flashes on copper pennies splashing wishes in water. Up here saturn's rings are all but nut shells far flung from jets which fly by mars at sunset. I long for the pure hydrogen at a star’s heart to melt the iron though my thoughts float with hot gas I forget we are seeds of the future funnels of becoming me and the universe empty packets with full stomachs.

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Jun 21, 2022

Jun 21, 2022 at 7:06 AM UTC

jopfre

I am a donut

or perhaps a bagel with sesames scattered like stars or a dry-roast well shelled with clay I will not be filled with nuts or cake nor love or science for I am empty and silent. And the universe is too a toroidal void devoid of life spare our transactions of nuts for shells nulled as astronauts pass the transmit limit How the sun flashes on copper pennies splashing wishes in water. Up here saturn's rings are all but nut shells far flung from jets which fly by mars at sunset. I long for the pure hydrogen at a star’s heart to melt the iron though my thoughts float with hot gas I forget we are seeds of the future funnels of becoming me and the universe empty packets with full stomachs.

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