He
heavy stones
blocking his way

The old jacket
warming up his loneliness

The desperate cries
in his troubled mind

The clinics
hiding his
superb intelligence

For time is not right
and people aren't ready
for him

Cherished he will always be
by my humble soul

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A thousand sofas
Ten thousand footstools
Garden benches by the dozen
And even seats made of wool
He stands before the people
Arms up high
'I am chair rich every moment
Heaven bound when I die!'
Grim looms in the shadows
Gives a dry fake cough
It's every moment...

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The final lines blur as ink stains the page
The poem is
Like a lion confined to a cage
To live, it must run wild and free
To fly, it must become what no lion can be
Tell us, dear butterfly of the air
Give us your secret and share
Words
Like those of a prayer

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In this realm of beauty and light,
Where self-care is always in sight,
The flowers bloom with glee,
And the birds sing with jubilee,
Come and join, little fawn, take flight.

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If I could build a house
From moonlight
And ocean waves,
Braid it, with butterflies
And potpourri,
Our footsteps of love
Would be written..magical,
In the stars,
To always…stay,



Collab poem with

📷Wallpaper cave

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The is filled with the stench of rotting
In the for the stall, I notice a figure in the mirror behind me.
When I turn around, nobody is there. Inside the stall, I see smoky letters dancing by the wall:
"Can you scream?"


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I am winded
from inhaling your words,

drowning

in the pauses
where thoughts float
and bubbles lace my crown.

I am restless
in the silence where our magic
still echoes in the navy blue.

There, I wait;

valves
and I beat to your rhythm
with a leaky heart.

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me from faith,
And duties,
From ties and reason,
Until there’s no barriers
No restrictions,
How can love be beautiful
Without you?
Wish for one night of dark
Confessions,
I’ll trade wisdom for freedom,
To keep you by my side…

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Silver sorrowed skies
& damp dim lit morns
her tears are never ceasing

I envy her ways
her ashen grays
each drop softly

Even willow trees
their tendriled leaves
living postured, so to cry

Know after each rain
after each pain
holds healed & hopeful skies

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Have shrunk myself tiny
To make myself more appealing
An idea from the french
It's something I'm stealing
I come to reap them all
them from life's game
Is it better if I'm small?
Wait? Petit Mort doesn't mean the same?
Ah, well this is awkward.
Oh no, oh dear...

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In the deafening
silence of night

Dreams wade
though her
alter ego


the matronly
cuff,
slaughtering
her stygian prism

Scampering off
f/m the
over shadows
of her fear

she wants to
walk the
promenade of
butterfly hearts


Pc: https://t.co/N0ahImMwbE

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Staring into night
Thoughts of distant war
Echoing through my mind
A haunting melody

My heart breaks
At the sight of the despair
My thoughts fill with sorrow
Not, to be, there

I can only observe
From this place
The echoes of tragedy
Can never be erased

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Beyond the cerulean sea, a pair of eyes, cold and stare. And, they also speak. They move, like lips, moving the horizon with them, squeezing clouds into bursts of angry rain, twisting rainbows into ribbons of ecstacy, and covering the sun in a fit of melancholy.

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I fall 2 my knees
Trying to catch gods gaze
2 ask are we truly lost these days
Has darkness won
are we now all just puppets
As masters sit around
Filling their pockets
we balance on the brink
Of conquest war famine & death
Ill sharpen my sword
Fighting till my last breath

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Mrs. Circle had three children, Radius, Circumference and Radius grew up to be a quiet boy, happy living within boundaries. Circumference explored her life a lot more, and Tangent was the free spirit, a seeker, a wanderer, tethered to his mother, but only just.

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"Time is a tangent to our life's circle" said the time-traveler "Or is time a circle, & we live on a tangent?"

"Time is both the circle & the the hermit smiled "& we're always living at that little point, where all of time meets the time meant for us– the now"

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lost in tangent thoughts
mind spins in uneven lines
hidden from the light





Art:Brooke Shaden

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Features of change
and fortune
Lost
in the attenuated tangents
of time and circumstance
Momentum of verbosity
captured in cliche
Another moment
of poetry
some words
along the way



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Sky bereft of clouds
Holds rapt wanderers captive
With tales out of stars

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