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NoobX
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Now, this is a paradox...
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posted September 04, 2017 11:55 PM |
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This wave of purpur breath I bathe in
Envelopes the venomous pores on the skin
Pale leather tethers to another
The link breaks
It is free
Floating in nebulae beyond the eye's reach
We float
We floated
And we've let eachother down
And now we've let eachother drown
Into the abysmal nothingness
Try and crawl our way up
Forces of volatile nature push me deeper
I extend my arm
I extend my mind
And reflect
But myself I perplex
With the question
How
Cover me
In dirt
Rocks
Ashes
Cover me and put a tombstone above
But let the memory slowly fade
And when it's almost gone
Engrave on it words I proudly spoke
Before the acts of fate so cruel
Because I know you love me
Because I know I love you
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Ghost said:
Door knob resembles anus tap.
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NoobX
Undefeatable Hero
Now, this is a paradox...
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posted September 25, 2017 07:42 PM |
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Edited by NoobX at 00:14, 23 Jan 2018.
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Leo's Fangs
Serenity
Such a misleading feeling
The perception of safety becomes our own demise
I've trusted
We've trusted
We have all felt secure
But deep inside it's hidden
And locked within our unreachable
Unconscious
Fear
Of being afraid and alone
And left behind
Our only way to be truly safe
In the moment of my weakness
I've put my trust in Leo
I've let my heart
End up between Leo's fangs
25. 9. 2017.
Tonight
I saw you
This eve
How you've changed your colors
Vibrant as they always were
With a dark twist at the end of the lips
I saw you
This eve
I distinctly remember the person I've known
Bathed in sunlight and an aura of life
Now resembling the Reaper above my soul
Tonight I just wished to see you again
But my wish did not come true without a twist
For I've seen you, there's no mistake
But now it was for the first time
Tonight your facade held strong
A glorious smile as sharp as a knife
A wicked gaze of pure contempt
With just a tiny crack enough for me to know
The facade won't hold
And when it crumbles it will show
All the regret and pain it was meant to hide
But by then I will long be gone
28. 9. 2017.
Had It All
The right words never come at the right time
You said it yourself
And you've proven it to be true
This charade I have seen throughout
Even though you had hoped I couldn't
Did it come as a surprise
Sometime before sunrise
That you couldn't close your eyes?
Well, deep down I like it when it hurts
All the stress and overthinking getting to you
Forcing you to go on and on to no end
And deep down I like it when you cry
Realizing that all you had to do was try
Everything I asked for was honesty and trust
Only now I know it was too much
And everything going south
I tried to prevent
Never once did you want to comprehend
Even when you cast me away
Like a pebble into a lake
I gathered all my strength to make you see
That you had it all
Until you gave up on me
Go now
Enjoy another embrace
While it's still not as cold as stone
But don't come back and show your face
When you, like me, end up abandoned and alone
30. 11. 2017.
Waste
I've been driven all the way through
Mercilessly kill myself
All that I do
Just when you think you had me
I lunged straight forward
Make you bleed
Shed those tears
Tears like crimson rain
And feed my purpose
My purpose is my way
Spill those words
Words like venom's taste
And feed my hate
My love goes to waste
14. 12. 2017.
Senseless Senselessness
And now the pieces return to their places
And now the curtains fall
And now the lights are out
And now the love's gone
What has been
Has been
What should've been
Hasn't been
What will be
Will be
What should be
Won't be
Only things I'm left with
Anger and regret
Only things you're left with
Nothing and no one
18. 12. 2017.
Drift
It's laid out for you
This heart still beating
An offering sincere
And yet you drift
You drift away
It's given you all
This servant to your bidding
And offering sincere
And yet you drift
You drift away
You drifted away
So turn now
If only for a moment
And face what you've done
And turn now
If only for a moment
Say clearly what you've become
And if you cannot
Then disappear like you always do
Disappear and fade away
Like a nightmare in the morning
Washed away by the sun
24. 12. 2017.
The Cull
Of figments and whims
Of sleepless nights
And disturbed dreams
Of lost and found
Of boundless and bound
And misery profound
Woven in a fashion obscure
Regrets entwined
Pain and devastation refined
Almost perfectly aligned
Pointed at their mark
The victim lying in a pool of blood
Fresh or stale
Soon there will be more
Butcher's blade rises
And of innocence sanguis drops
It has begun
Unsheathed
Unrelenting
The tool
Now cues the cull
5. 1. 2018.
Thrill
Alive cannot begin to describe
Seeing through the newborn's eyes
A fresh thrill
The way to truly feel
Finding way back to light
Never thought I might
Look back and genuinely smile
But it has been a while
And now I'll take my time
To savor what's finally mine
I'll never be sorry again
I don't care if you don't understand
My recovery unexpected
Maybe it wasn't a part of your plan
Luckily for me
I don't give a damn
This is a beacon lit once more
Shining brightly like before
A brilliant flash to set the pain ablaze
Focused firmly on this unfortunate craze
Befallen and overbearing
Now to rips I'm tearing
11. 1. 2018.
Less
Stretched beyond all means
Walking atop razor sharp beams
One misstep is a mistake
Paid in blood and paid in full
Aiming freely for the heart in the dark
Never one to miss the mark
A perfect score, never settle for less
When the moment is to forever last
Then take a look in the mirror
Reflections dance in their world
Of make believe and wild guesses
That the other side never confesses
The line is fine
Between the outshined and the divine
All of them heroes in the mirror
All until the glass shatters
And in one or two
When the other side comes through
Worlds collide, and vessels implode
The line that stands will erode
And in one or two
All will know who never knew
Who had no control over fate
Who accepts that it's all too late
In one or two
There will be more for me, less for you
Take your time and pay no mind
When there's just more of me
And less of you
22/23. 1. 2018.
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Ghost said:
Door knob resembles anus tap.
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Twinflower
Tavern Dweller
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posted December 20, 2017 01:21 AM |
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You are mine, I am yours, / of that you may be sure.
Deep within my heart / you're safely locked away.
But I have lost the key / and there you'll ever stay.
Old German poem
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The blood in me gives me eyes to see (c)
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markkur
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Once upon a time
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posted March 01, 2018 08:47 PM |
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Hey NoobX,
Not penning much these days...hoping to return to the cave and refocus on a book.
Anyway, no title, but merely an honest dabble...not yet approved by my internal-Editor.
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The sky grew dark, amid thunder's peal
chilling our hearts,
The sun set far out of sight
while the moon hid all this night
as the wind howled cold ire
We held hands near the fire
The storm arrived, wailed for hours
our spirits dark, drenched by showers
The sun set far out of sight
the moon hid away this night
while the wind howled a cold ire
We held hands near the fire
Alert we waited, inside our keep
till made weary, we fell to sleep
The sun set far out of sight
the moon hid away this night
while the wind howled a cold ire
We held hands near the fire
The morning dawned, warm and bright
smiles and hugs, erased last night
markkur...a few weeks back
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"Do your own research"
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NoobX
Undefeatable Hero
Now, this is a paradox...
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posted May 08, 2018 11:46 PM |
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Notion Of Emotion
I am lifted from my sleep
I return from an enigmatic trip
From inside my mind and soul
I slowly begin to assume control
The paralysis is starting to subside
As I lie in the sheets on my side
Wondering what had me woken
Wondering what had the slumber broken
A cool breeze dances through the window
Into my hair nested on the pillow
And as I begin to focus my sight
I realize that it's still night
Streetlight illuminates my room
Rays of light begin to bloom
And for the moment at least
My need for sleep ceased
I get up and sit straight
Rub my eyes and in silence wait
Not knowing exactly for what
The silence is suddenly cut
A laughter familiar echoes down the street
My heart starts to acceleratingly beat
I jolt up and to the window I glide
I fix my gaze to the happenings outside
A pair of figures walk together
Holding hands in the spring weather
And I recognize them very well
As my eyes begin to swell
I recall one of them once being me
Young and hopeful and full of glee
This phantom dissipates slowly
Into the realm of the lonely
And as my knees lose strength
I look down and start to descend
My back now posted against the wall
I find myself sitting on the floor
And as my face is traced with tears
The two figures into the night disappear
Everything around me freezes still
Everything I feel is a painful chill
Ages pass but the clock doesn't shift
Ages pass and my head I finally lift
I can wait no longer for a resolve
The frost around me I must dissolve
The figures are now long gone
Looking out I see no one
The wind still whistles its intricate tune
I am listening along with the Moon
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Ghost said:
Door knob resembles anus tap.
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fred79
Disgraceful
Undefeatable Hero
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posted May 09, 2018 01:10 AM |
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Edited by fred79 at 02:02, 09 May 2018.
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i like that poem a lot. it reminds me of some i used to write when i was younger.
edit: every time i want to post an old poem, i decide against it. i don't think i want to revive any of my past.
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NoobX
Undefeatable Hero
Now, this is a paradox...
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posted May 09, 2018 10:02 AM |
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I was really hesitant on posting more, but I decided to do it in the end because it's better to just straight out face what happened. Experience tells me that avoiding the issue will ultimately lead you nowhere at best, or, make you implode from all that's been building up inside.
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fred79
Disgraceful
Undefeatable Hero
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posted May 15, 2018 10:12 AM |
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i just organized all my poetry by year. i have around 140 poems(more or less, since some of the files have more than one poem on a document). the sad part is, i can't post nearly all of them. some suck and many repeat themselves, and many others just won't be received well. most of my poetry is either one thing or the other, and neither one reflect who i am now, for the most part. it'd be almost like posting poetry from someone else.
of those i could post, they're really not something i'd want to release.
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NoobX
Undefeatable Hero
Now, this is a paradox...
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posted May 19, 2018 07:17 PM |
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and neither one reflect who i am now, for the most part.
Funny thing - now that I've gone back and reread my older poems, I find that I can relate with them even more than I did waaay back when I first wrote them. It's quite peculiar how things worked out for me up to this point; I'm inclined to say that it's not a coincidence at all...
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Ghost said:
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NoobX
Undefeatable Hero
Now, this is a paradox...
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posted May 19, 2018 11:33 PM |
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Edited by NoobX at 23:34, 19 May 2018.
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The End Of The Line
Given enough time
Who would be the one that lies?
Who would be the one that severs
Everything that binds and ties?
I
There's one and one
Before anything happened and began
There's one and one
Long before anything's been said and done
Here's one
Lost and stranded and almost gone
Here's one
Feeble and frail and coming undone
There's the other
A miracle
Salvation
Someone who bothered
There's one and one
Then there's two
There was one and one
Then there was something new
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Ghost said:
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fred79
Disgraceful
Undefeatable Hero
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posted May 24, 2018 07:41 AM |
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this is the poem i wrote my mom last mother's day:
you already know that i love you
more than words can say
but i'll make another attempt
to explain just how much, anyway.
you are the most generous person i know
taking care of everyone else first
you've taken care of us at our best
and you've taken care of us at our worst.
you care more about the world around you
even more than me, more than anyone else i know
you so obviously care more for those around you
than anyone else could ever hope to show.
you are the epitomy of what it is to be a mother;
you put up with all our pointless bullsnow
even when you want to strangle us
for acting like a gaggle of foolish tits.
your cares are for others, even nature
so much more than yourself
you are the good i could only aspire to be
knowing i could never match that myself.
you decided to have me and care for me,
even when i was an accident
and for that i can never repay you.
you are the hero that all mothers should represent.
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artu
Promising
Undefeatable Hero
My BS sensor is tingling again
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posted May 24, 2018 11:45 PM |
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In a way
a duck hunt
think of a word
ducks are haunted
What a way
They never are.
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Are you pretty? This is my occasion. - Ghost
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NoobX
Undefeatable Hero
Now, this is a paradox...
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posted June 01, 2018 11:52 PM |
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I didn't write much last year. What I did write was mostly recorded in my notebook, while only a handful of poems were posted here, so I decided to post what I managed to find and what I didn't destroy when **** hit the fan regarding my ex.
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This void here I have created
This shallow grave for my mind
Here I've put everything
Everything out from the soul
Charred, tattered, or broken
Insignificant stimuli for the weak
My own manifestation upon this plane
Fading voiced laid to rest
In this house I welcome you
For it is here for each and all
Deep inside
And deep within
5. 7. 2017.
Can't Heal The Scar
My wish for the good to come true
Scarred me in my zealous quest
I hunted for the truth
Where lies flew free
One of them was enough
All of the truth to bury
What I got in the end
Lies that swirl in the pool of life
Lies that make a newborn wise
Wise enough to peacefully die
But lies are blades with a hundred sides
Each of them sharp to cut you twice
Leave you bleeding from a million wounds
For no lie cuts alone
One of these lies
Unknown to me at the time
Was, nothing more and nothing less
My wish for the good to come true
That scarred me in my zealous quest
6. 7. 2017.
The Start Of A Circle
I am looking for it
Forever will it be a thing
I cannot find if I look
I cannot find if I don't look
I cannot find
But it is there
Barely outside my face
I don't know for sure
I have never found it
Like snow in a lit furnace
Like fire in a freezing hell
It has eluded me all my life
Now, mind is worn out
That I cannot even say
How worn out it is
Or what I'm even looking for
8. 7. 2017.
*Several pages missing*
Confusion
In the deepest mist
Of a continuous haze
Confusion sets in
And takes full control
It leads wherever it pleases
To the darkest abyss
To the holiest of heavens
And always right back to the start
But it's truly a journey to remember
Every time it begins
It's never certain
And never clear
Upon an open palm
Once I was placed
My mind rejecting
What it saw
Yet I've learned to let go
And this palm I've seen
All of a sudden
Closed and crushed me within
Confused I find myself
At the same spot every time
But here I am now
Broken
I wait to be mended
19. 10. 2017.
The Skin That Bites (Slay It)
With glistening fangs
Like stars in the night
It strikes all down
Sows dread and fright
An abomination of madness
Vile creature from nightmares
Consuming our flesh
Craving out souls
Easily recognized
Always too late
No one survives
The gods fear it
The mortals worship
And I bring forth
Behold!
My spawn
Go and do my bidding
31. 10. 2017.
A New Page
Our former life we discard
Finding content which pleases us anew
Skin is shed
Eyes of a snake
And venom like trust you put in me
And venom through my blood runs
Burning veins and arteries like fire
Charred remains of my heart crumble in the wind
They're blown away
Lost beyond the horizon
Freedom I've tasted after so long
Sweet tast I'll savor alone
But not you
Horrid snake
You will not enjoy feeding off my lifeforce
13. 11. 2017.
Scattered Thoughts
In every way
Every glance
Things are changing
Nothing remains constant
Except my mind
Scattered, shattered
Smeared all over the place
In a cosmic playfield
All around myself
The will of a man
Forges an empire
The will of a man
Buries itself
In a garden of thorns
It hides there
With some fragments astray
Sulking in shadows
For it's unable
To gather them all
To fuse them back as one
13. 11. 2017.
Funny
Seems like a child's play
Oh, all alone on my way
Going somewhere I don't even condsider
Going down the road with fallen leaves ridden
Cold rain specks my cheeks
Cold gaze a reason seeks
A new reason will be found
And to my past I won't be bound
But it's funny how the world loves to spin
Turning upside-down, still with a grin
It feels indifferent towards our plight
Everything that happens is a normal sight
I won't try and bend its course
Its course is set and it's set in stone
But a lesson from it I'll learn
And just as indifferently my back towards you I'll turn
19. 11. 2017.
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Ghost said:
Door knob resembles anus tap.
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NoobX
Undefeatable Hero
Now, this is a paradox...
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posted June 04, 2018 12:35 AM |
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Here we are in this room
You don't know me
And I don't know you
Here we are in this room
My glass is empty again
You're leaving soon
There we were in that room
You vanished into the night
I'm off to dream in maroon
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Ghost said:
Door knob resembles anus tap.
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markkur
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Once upon a time
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posted July 30, 2018 10:41 PM |
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Kue
When most were fast asleep
enstranged behind the wheel
sick of the way things were
then made mute and detached.
Comfort and ease made kings
we pulled away disinterested
Yet more than we perished
so followed right from wrong.
Year passed as fallin' leaves
and we played the piper's tune
Sometimes angry, sometimes sad
but always withdrawn & powerless.
As greed grew inside the Dark
it spread across the globe
linking to the controllers
but some began to question.
Then questions were not allowed?
Machines designed to enforce?
Reporters became repeaters
and The Narrative ruled.
But will talking-heads dictate?
Must we listen without question?
Can Truth emerge again?
Can the world be freed?
Can division be thwarted?
Can our knowledge prevail?
Can all of US Unite again?
That depends on all of Kue.
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Celfious
Promising
Legendary Hero
From earth
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posted July 31, 2018 05:29 AM |
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thanks for your poems yall
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What are you up to
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NoobX
Undefeatable Hero
Now, this is a paradox...
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posted August 25, 2018 12:23 AM |
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Not a song, per se, but I don't have a better place to put it.
Under the cloudless sky I march through the desert filled with sands of my time. In an endless hourglass that never turns I find myself lost again. The flaming gusts cut at my cheeks and burn my skin to ash, leaving a black trail behind me. The sun glares at the trail and evaporates it so that I might never seek a way back.
My soul I squeeze to try and quench my thirst, but all that comes out is dust that gets carried away by the wild winds.
An unremarkable wanderer left to the mercy of a world as nondescript and estranged. An actor without a script on a stage without an audience. A grain of sand on a neverending dune.
Where have the seas and fields, the mounts and wealds gone? I try to not forget them, as if there was anything to keep in memory at all...
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Ghost said:
Door knob resembles anus tap.
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NoobX
Undefeatable Hero
Now, this is a paradox...
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posted May 09, 2019 12:31 AM |
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Riddling This
To see the Sun
I can't be the only one
What is within
Shine on it to be seen
Silencing a heavy storm
Never knowing never known
Turning leaves, unravel dirt
Buried bones don't feel hurt
Riddling this
Clenching fist
Rising mist
But always pissed
Answer me
Do you believe
That what we are
Is what we'll be?
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Ghost said:
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Celfious
Promising
Legendary Hero
From earth
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posted February 16, 2021 07:31 PM |
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Duck hunt
We should play it with crackers
Cuz we lacking flavor for sure
The own witness of our eyes out the door
A mind lost
Into a rythmic stream
Can take any ripple though should it seem.
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What are you up to
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greys
Tavern Dweller
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posted May 05, 2021 12:32 PM |
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One Art
BY ELIZABETH BISHOP
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
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