"undestined" poems - Hello Poetry

If insomnia were a bicycle, I’d ride it As I watch my yawn open eye Wide awake I’d smell the roses trace their spikes and wear their lipstick And pardon me if dreamers can’t smell it A fever akin to a violin’s soundest Cutting right through 4AM with a blade of flicker and undestined dim I’d ride past the bus stop I walk to everyday Hang my black coat and never claim it again Ride past the point where I’d make it to work on time But my boss to never see my face again And if the hour hand were any slower I swear…  I’d finally meet you And when I do finally see you our glass cages will then shatter  Out of the wreckage, a new kind of disaster  A happy one but I’d have to warn you  I don’t have time for greeting cards There are no lungs in paper Life is a box of limbs And that, I would open And you bet! That, I’d claim If insomnia were a bicycle, I’d ride it Straight into the sunset, I’d watch the sunrise

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Dec 6, 2016

Dec 6, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC

mycatisgoth

If Insomnia were a Bicycle

If insomnia were a bicycle, I’d ride it As I watch my yawn open eye Wide awake I’d smell the roses trace their spikes and wear their lipstick And pardon me if dreamers can’t smell it A fever akin to a violin’s soundest Cutting right through 4AM with a blade of flicker and undestined dim I’d ride past the bus stop I walk to everyday Hang my black coat and never claim it again Ride past the point where I’d make it to work on time But my boss to never see my face again And if the hour hand were any slower I swear…  I’d finally meet you And when I do finally see you our glass cages will then shatter  Out of the wreckage, a new kind of disaster  A happy one but I’d have to warn you  I don’t have time for greeting cards There are no lungs in paper Life is a box of limbs And that, I would open And you bet! That, I’d claim If insomnia were a bicycle, I’d ride it Straight into the sunset, I’d watch the sunrise

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DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, some dreams can keep you thinking for a billion years:--) the pure turquoise shivers diamonds down my spine torture to the power I stand naked in line endgame towards that brown cluster mind surrounds that shrieking sound to her to him undeniably I **** that escape for no more a huge leftover on my soured piano box in a vein core a question I ponder concerning my slate am I even ready to lead the way of knows on this plate??? or even a remember of that cursed undestined for them for us to be a far away excluded fate --------ravenfeels

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Apr 26, 2021

Apr 26, 2021 at 3:08 PM UTC

raven-feels

Fate Of The Turquoise

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, some dreams can keep you thinking for a billion years:--) the pure turquoise shivers diamonds down my spine torture to the power I stand naked in line endgame towards that brown cluster mind surrounds that shrieking sound to her to him undeniably I **** that escape for no more a huge leftover on my soured piano box in a vein core a question I ponder concerning my slate am I even ready to lead the way of knows on this plate??? or even a remember of that cursed undestined for them for us to be a far away excluded fate --------ravenfeels

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If insomnia were a bicycle, I’d ride it As I watch my yawn open eye Wide awake I’d smell the roses trace their spikes and wear their lipstick And excuse me if the dreamers can’t smell it A fever akin to a violin’s soundest Cutting right through 4AM with a blade of flicker With an undestined dim... I’d ride past the bus stop I walk to everyday Hang my black coat and never claim it again I’d ride to the point where I’d make it to work on time But my boss to never see my face again And if the hour hand were any slower I swear…  I’d finally meet you And when I do finally come to see you our glass cages will then shatter  Out of the wreckage, a new kind of disaster  A happy one but I’d have to warn you  I don’t have time for greeting cards Or flat moons beaming dial tones Because I am the type of girl to eat my fruit with my eyes closed And in this perpetual childhood I am my own mother in a rocking chair Back and forth Am I almost there If insomnia were a bicycle, I’d ride it Straight into the sunset, I’d watch the sunrise

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Apr 15, 2019

Apr 15, 2019 at 4:31 AM UTC

mycatisgoth

If insomnia were a bicycle

If insomnia were a bicycle, I’d ride it As I watch my yawn open eye Wide awake I’d smell the roses trace their spikes and wear their lipstick And excuse me if the dreamers can’t smell it A fever akin to a violin’s soundest Cutting right through 4AM with a blade of flicker With an undestined dim... I’d ride past the bus stop I walk to everyday Hang my black coat and never claim it again I’d ride to the point where I’d make it to work on time But my boss to never see my face again And if the hour hand were any slower I swear…  I’d finally meet you And when I do finally come to see you our glass cages will then shatter  Out of the wreckage, a new kind of disaster  A happy one but I’d have to warn you  I don’t have time for greeting cards Or flat moons beaming dial tones Because I am the type of girl to eat my fruit with my eyes closed And in this perpetual childhood I am my own mother in a rocking chair Back and forth Am I almost there If insomnia were a bicycle, I’d ride it Straight into the sunset, I’d watch the sunrise

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We all have fought this far To live another day in this realm of despair, To have another breath in a land of make believe, Just so we can collapse at the dawn of war What is the point of joy Just knowing it will last for ticks, Taking it for granted as your eyes shred tears As you realize it's all granted as a toy to play As you fight, you stand your side You realize the colors fade away As your feet fall down you stay and sway The sorrow coming from the trivial made We collect and hide in decoys, The pain and sorrow goes away, But scars and memories do stay In our minds and hearts of sticks Then you wake up and stand up everyday, Go repeat the day after yesterday, What is the point of a yesterday When there's nothing new today We fight a trivial battle with our dire epoch We run we sweat we fall to see another sunshine We laugh we cry we frown to call ourselves a human Just so we die.

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Nov 7, 2012

Nov 7, 2012 at 5:50 PM UTC

alexander-claude

The Undestined

We all have fought this far To live another day in this realm of despair, To have another breath in a land of make believe, Just so we can collapse at the dawn of war What is the point of joy Just knowing it will last for ticks, Taking it for granted as your eyes shred tears As you realize it's all granted as a toy to play As you fight, you stand your side You realize the colors fade away As your feet fall down you stay and sway The sorrow coming from the trivial made We collect and hide in decoys, The pain and sorrow goes away, But scars and memories do stay In our minds and hearts of sticks Then you wake up and stand up everyday, Go repeat the day after yesterday, What is the point of a yesterday When there's nothing new today We fight a trivial battle with our dire epoch We run we sweat we fall to see another sunshine We laugh we cry we frown to call ourselves a human Just so we die.

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trace your faded prints upon the dirt around them, mud congeals to form my hurt failing falling stars confuse my path I shuffle feet for miles but stay inert all false the trails refusing to subvert antipathetic strands to stir my wrath The trees all flay themselves to spill the secrets thou swore undying oath to never keepest lest all worlds align to hide the truth Pausing, taking breaths beneath the deepest floors of pits that tenderly would keep us undestined, lost and wild to know our youth And seek you out I must, I must, I will, at universe's end, a galaxy where we would rest, reborn; become, to be where every breath relaxes into still Ever will you walk alone, until you witness me in my entirety Come, my unforgotten one, you see arrival less one is a bitter pill

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Feb 26, 2015

Feb 26, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC

joel-m-frye

whither thou goest (co-write with Helen)

trace your faded prints upon the dirt around them, mud congeals to form my hurt failing falling stars confuse my path I shuffle feet for miles but stay inert all false the trails refusing to subvert antipathetic strands to stir my wrath The trees all flay themselves to spill the secrets thou swore undying oath to never keepest lest all worlds align to hide the truth Pausing, taking breaths beneath the deepest floors of pits that tenderly would keep us undestined, lost and wild to know our youth And seek you out I must, I must, I will, at universe's end, a galaxy where we would rest, reborn; become, to be where every breath relaxes into still Ever will you walk alone, until you witness me in my entirety Come, my unforgotten one, you see arrival less one is a bitter pill

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This emotion of love my emotion that loves you in a form more pure than the drops of rain or the clouds they come from Will these I wonder live as they do in thin air or mid space meaningful yet still not physical Or will they I wonder die inside the cages of my chest in the core of my heart never getting a touch of their destiny The destiny that is placed in your heart

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Jan 30, 2018

Jan 30, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC

ex-somebody

Undestined Love

This emotion of love my emotion that loves you in a form more pure than the drops of rain or the clouds they come from Will these I wonder live as they do in thin air or mid space meaningful yet still not physical Or will they I wonder die inside the cages of my chest in the core of my heart never getting a touch of their destiny The destiny that is placed in your heart

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I trace your faded prints upon the dirt around them, mud congeals to form my hurt failing falling stars confuse my path I shuffle feet for miles but stay inert all false the trails refusing to subvert antipathetic strands to stir my wrath The trees all flay themselves to spill the secrets thou swore undying oath to never keepest lest all worlds align to hide the truth Pausing, taking breaths beneath the deepest floors of pits that tenderly would keep us undestined, lost and wild to know our youth And seek you out I must, I must, I will, at universe's end, a galaxy where we would rest, reborn; become, to be where every breath relaxes into still Ever will you walk alone, until you witness me in my entirety Come, my unforgotten one, you see arrival less one is a bitter pill

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Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC

helen

wither thou goest ( co- write with Joel M Frye)

I trace your faded prints upon the dirt around them, mud congeals to form my hurt failing falling stars confuse my path I shuffle feet for miles but stay inert all false the trails refusing to subvert antipathetic strands to stir my wrath The trees all flay themselves to spill the secrets thou swore undying oath to never keepest lest all worlds align to hide the truth Pausing, taking breaths beneath the deepest floors of pits that tenderly would keep us undestined, lost and wild to know our youth And seek you out I must, I must, I will, at universe's end, a galaxy where we would rest, reborn; become, to be where every breath relaxes into still Ever will you walk alone, until you witness me in my entirety Come, my unforgotten one, you see arrival less one is a bitter pill

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You were written in my destiny Only as the sky Untouchable I can admire you Your presence Only never be with Untouchable When you are a star I am not the dark In my world to be seen Untouchable To fly would be Feel your presence Only never be With you present Untouchable If you are the sun I am only the ray There by your eminence Untouchable You were written in my destiny Known by my heart But my eyes not so Untouchable

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Jul 2, 2020

Jul 2, 2020 at 2:21 PM UTC

sia_morweng

Undestined

You were written in my destiny Only as the sky Untouchable I can admire you Your presence Only never be with Untouchable When you are a star I am not the dark In my world to be seen Untouchable To fly would be Feel your presence Only never be With you present Untouchable If you are the sun I am only the ray There by your eminence Untouchable You were written in my destiny Known by my heart But my eyes not so Untouchable

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You say you want to run away From your world and all its dismay I told you, don't worry about a thing Follow me and let yourself unwind Stare into my eyes, dive deep into my mind Swim through the seas of my thoughts and deepest desires My world is yours, just let me make your dreams come true For there isn't anything I wouldn't let you do All through and through, I was never enough for you Perhaps you were just dastard, too scared to try something dignified For to come find it's all a lie, and I willing to forgive An utter butcher, you wouldn't even let it live I wondered if it was my ignorance that led to the end But no....it seems it just wasn't meant to be But why is there something inside me that just won't let it be

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Apr 30, 2019

Apr 30, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC

TCoZy

Undestined (so to say)

You say you want to run away From your world and all its dismay I told you, don't worry about a thing Follow me and let yourself unwind Stare into my eyes, dive deep into my mind Swim through the seas of my thoughts and deepest desires My world is yours, just let me make your dreams come true For there isn't anything I wouldn't let you do All through and through, I was never enough for you Perhaps you were just dastard, too scared to try something dignified For to come find it's all a lie, and I willing to forgive An utter butcher, you wouldn't even let it live I wondered if it was my ignorance that led to the end But no....it seems it just wasn't meant to be But why is there something inside me that just won't let it be

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After all, we weren't meant to be We are two innocent victims of the thought we were So blinded by the troubled flame that we didn't know what would turn into ashes So awed by the sea without realizing the waves could toss us onto the shore, barefooted After all, we weren't for each other We are two fools calmed by the thought that love is enough

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Apr 26, 2018

Apr 26, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC

jcl

UNDESTINED

After all, we weren't meant to be We are two innocent victims of the thought we were So blinded by the troubled flame that we didn't know what would turn into ashes So awed by the sea without realizing the waves could toss us onto the shore, barefooted After all, we weren't for each other We are two fools calmed by the thought that love is enough

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This was an illegal **** between you and me. I will abdicate― my headstone. The black eyes keep on staring at the orange wings. Butterflies presage the quake's qualms. Very unsettled, I was, against the odds. I was trying to figure out my― new passage. Slaughtered with a sickle, a faith lies― bleeding, I bring out the cannabis for peace.

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Nov 24, 2016

Nov 24, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC

satsih-verma

Undestined

This was an illegal **** between you and me. I will abdicate― my headstone. The black eyes keep on staring at the orange wings. Butterflies presage the quake's qualms. Very unsettled, I was, against the odds. I was trying to figure out my― new passage. Slaughtered with a sickle, a faith lies― bleeding, I bring out the cannabis for peace.

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