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No Other

when they all stained

the memory of your voice

with masks of familiarity

mingled with deceit

I fell once

into confusion

blinded by indignation

never again

for there's a language

that exists

and it speaks louder

than the noise

quieter than silence

and stronger than echoes

in a hollow cave

it allows for comparison

time for recognition

no one knows

what's spoken

without explanation

the presence of others

only makes the distinction

easier to detect

for your voice

it rings loud

whether we're alone

or in a crowd

the language remains

it cannot be shaken

shared between just two

no other voice will do

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No Other
when they all stained
the memory of your voice
with masks of familiarity
mingled with deceit
I fell once
into confusion
blinded by indignation

never again

for there's a language
that exists
and it speaks louder
than the noise
quieter than silence
and stronger than echoes
in a hollow cave

it allows for comparison
time for recognition

no one knows
what's spoken
without explanation
the presence of others
only makes the distinction
easier to detect
for your voice
it rings loud
whether we're alone
or in a crowd

the language remains
it cannot be shaken
shared between just two
no other voice will do
#romance  #poetry 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Haiku

Left

it is not the fear

that haunts me in the darkness

but the pain that stays

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Left
it is not the fear
that haunts me in the darkness
but the pain that stays
#philosophy  #spirituality  #thoughts  #opinion  #sadpoems 
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Write a poem using the words "remember" and "forget" at least once, with one at the beginning and one near the end.
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Trivial

I remember something that everyone forgot

That something that you should know

And no one dares to let it show

I went through the valley

And I came out alive

Everyone smiles and others can laugh

But you know something

That everyone forgot

Nobody saw it when I came running out

In the darkness it was there

It was out there under light

They can see but they never get it right

Because only you remembered something

That everyone forgot

Do you remember it yet?

I remember it when I try to forget

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Trivial
I remember something that everyone forgot
That something that you should know
And no one dares to let it show

I went through the valley
And I came out alive
Everyone smiles and others can laugh
But you know something
That everyone forgot
Nobody saw it when I came running out

In the darkness it was there
It was out there under light
They can see but they never get it right
Because only you remembered something
That everyone forgot

Do you remember it yet?
I remember it when I try to forget
#poetry  #philosophy  #mystery  #challenge  #sadpoems 
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Hibernate

Hermit me must leave

This fancy library awhile

Thanks and see you soon

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Haiku
Hibernate
Hermit me must leave
This fancy library awhile
Thanks and see you soon
#nonfiction  #adventure  #poetry  #solong 
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Never Harden

even when everything is falling

into place

and the dawn is about to break

the compass shows the right places

and wounds are closing up

to heal

a tender heart

is to feel

the remnants of a wound

remembering

is something

that comes along

for the ride

the boat stays its course

down the endless river

ever flowing

till it reaches the edge

waters brushing

tapping

back and forth

the gathered grains

glistening

tranquil promise

on the shore at rest

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Never Harden
even when everything is falling
into place
and the dawn is about to break
the compass shows the right places
and wounds are closing up
to heal
a tender heart
is to feel
the remnants of a wound
remembering
is something
that comes along
for the ride
the boat stays its course
down the endless river
ever flowing
till it reaches the edge
waters brushing
tapping
back and forth
the gathered grains
glistening
tranquil promise
on the shore at rest
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Philosophy

Endless

Build on something that never runs out.

Love.

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Endless
Build on something that never runs out.

Love.
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #thoughts  #opinion 
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Hold Fast

there are trees

and there are evergreens

there are storms

and harsh winds

there are monsoons

and long droughts

there are blizzards

there are seasons

barks scrape

branches break

trunk bends

leaves dry

flower withers

fruits fall

but thankfully,

roots hold

for in all the places to look,

the tree's strength

is found in roots

under the ground

where it all started

the seed fought alone

in a little time, grown

winter blows

would bother less

once it's weathered

once it's proved

to be nature's test

past the stage where

winds of doubt

would kill the warmth

that nourishes

that keeps alive

that hibernates

trees will stand

because they know

there's something else

that nature's harshness

can never break

that nature's kindess

can ever mend

the steadfast warmth

that nourishes

that keeps alive

that hibernates

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Stream of Consciousness
Hold Fast
there are trees
and there are evergreens
there are storms
and harsh winds
there are monsoons
and long droughts
there are blizzards
there are seasons

barks scrape
branches break
trunk bends
leaves dry
flower withers
fruits fall
but thankfully,
roots hold
for in all the places to look,
the tree's strength
is found in roots
under the ground
where it all started
the seed fought alone
in a little time, grown

winter blows
would bother less
once it's weathered
once it's proved
to be nature's test
past the stage where
winds of doubt
would kill the warmth
that nourishes
that keeps alive
that hibernates

trees will stand
because they know
there's something else
that nature's harshness
can never break
that nature's kindess
can ever mend

the steadfast warmth
that nourishes
that keeps alive
that hibernates
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #nature  #hope 
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Champagne Tears

Here's to hoping that kindness can ease

living in a broken world.

Here's to hope itself.

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Champagne Tears
Here's to hoping that kindness can ease
living in a broken world.
Here's to hope itself.
#philosophy  #spirituality  #opinion  #hope 
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Wild Imagination

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination

and reality,

I hereby declare the following thoughts. A long-winded musing that may not be read entirely by everybody.

There is a fine line

between

imagining something to be real

and imagining reality to be something else.

A dream will always be a dream

that plays itself in the mind

sometimes mingled with little things that happen in reality.

Reality will always be real

that is acted upon in the real world

sometimes mirroring the little things that

happened in a dream.

So when does the fine line begin and end?

The higher the imagination, the blurrier the line. Thick and thin hardly matters, sometimes.

How real and imaginary are the characters that played in the dream and the reality?

It is a question of philosophy, sometimes a question of chemistry, logic or morality.

It's the truth that truly counts in the end.

As I said at the beginning

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination

and reality,

I ask myself often of what is reality and a dream and how subjective it is to each person. However, it is harder probably to understand for some, not as often living more in a dream as I am, that the line being drawn is certain, no matter how blurry.

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination

and reality,

I have always valued the significance of the gap, the divide between the physical, the intellectual and the emotional realm, at least for myself.

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination

and reality,

is something I have worked all my life in discovering, unlocking, analyzing and doing. It would be a grave mistake to quickly assume. The complexities of instinct also factor in.

The question is

what is it that really matters, and how much does it matter? It is indeed one thing to look into the mirror and see the perfect reflection of one's self;

It is another thing to actually live side by side with the image on the mirror.

What am I saying?

Even the definitions of the words 'living' 'happening' 'event' depend on a case to case basis. The perception of lines vary and whether they are being crossed.

One thing is certain.

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination

and reality,

I hereby say

that some of us have mastered the skill

of distinguishing whether what line has been crossed and those who see the lines, no matter how blurry, are the ones that sometimes become more careful when living on either side than on another.

Some things matter more than others. Steps are therefore more careful for some.

but

Some things are stronger than others. Steps are therefore heavier for some.

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination

and reality, I say that

Some of us have tried to balance as much as we could in the best of our abilities,

which means that the deeper the imagination goes, the shallower the reality has been taken in.

For some of us

A lifetime in a dream is but a moment in reality;

A speck of dust on the skin is a sandstorm in the soul.

How does one draw the line?

A blot of ink is a million particles of pigments of the same.

How do we measure? How do we see?

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination

and reality, I say

that I have asked these questions too often to myself.

In the end, it is relative, as sight is relative. There is always a line, though, and a balance must be reached. Moreover, in everything, one may always draw a line, no matter how blurry, it will be defined. Once it's drawn, it stays.

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination

and reality, in a serious undertaking, I often ask the question

How many or how few eggshells have been broken?

It matters to the mother hen but it also matters to the egg, and to the feet that have been soiled. The gravity, in the face of both dream and reality, is significantly varied.

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination

and reality,

I have studied as much as I could in living more in my mind and words that I have little care in the physical, unfortunately, so I cannot speak my language to almost everybody. It is both a burden and a pair of wings—a blessing and a curse.

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination

and reality, I say

How much I've tried to do my best to act the way my fine lines have allowed me. So I lived but not as most have lived but I live with little regrets. Even the word 'little' will have a relative meaning to another, I presume.

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination

and reality, I would say

My final word on this piece is

that I have only scraped on the tip of the iceberg, and that I have already used 898 words.

Overflow of thoughts ended.

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Stream of Consciousness
Wild Imagination
This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination
and reality,
I hereby declare the following thoughts. A long-winded musing that may not be read entirely by everybody.

There is a fine line
between
imagining something to be real
and imagining reality to be something else.

A dream will always be a dream
that plays itself in the mind
sometimes mingled with little things that happen in reality.

Reality will always be real
that is acted upon in the real world
sometimes mirroring the little things that
happened in a dream.

So when does the fine line begin and end?
The higher the imagination, the blurrier the line. Thick and thin hardly matters, sometimes.

How real and imaginary are the characters that played in the dream and the reality?

It is a question of philosophy, sometimes a question of chemistry, logic or morality.

It's the truth that truly counts in the end.

As I said at the beginning
This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination
and reality,
I ask myself often of what is reality and a dream and how subjective it is to each person. However, it is harder probably to understand for some, not as often living more in a dream as I am, that the line being drawn is certain, no matter how blurry.

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination
and reality,
I have always valued the significance of the gap, the divide between the physical, the intellectual and the emotional realm, at least for myself.

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination
and reality,
is something I have worked all my life in discovering, unlocking, analyzing and doing. It would be a grave mistake to quickly assume. The complexities of instinct also factor in.

The question is
what is it that really matters, and how much does it matter? It is indeed one thing to look into the mirror and see the perfect reflection of one's self;
It is another thing to actually live side by side with the image on the mirror.
What am I saying?
Even the definitions of the words 'living' 'happening' 'event' depend on a case to case basis. The perception of lines vary and whether they are being crossed.

One thing is certain.
This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination
and reality,
I hereby say
that some of us have mastered the skill
of distinguishing whether what line has been crossed and those who see the lines, no matter how blurry, are the ones that sometimes become more careful when living on either side than on another.

Some things matter more than others. Steps are therefore more careful for some.
but
Some things are stronger than others. Steps are therefore heavier for some.

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination
and reality, I say that
Some of us have tried to balance as much as we could in the best of our abilities,
which means that the deeper the imagination goes, the shallower the reality has been taken in.

For some of us
A lifetime in a dream is but a moment in reality;
A speck of dust on the skin is a sandstorm in the soul.

How does one draw the line?

A blot of ink is a million particles of pigments of the same.

How do we measure? How do we see?

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination
and reality, I say
that I have asked these questions too often to myself.

In the end, it is relative, as sight is relative. There is always a line, though, and a balance must be reached. Moreover, in everything, one may always draw a line, no matter how blurry, it will be defined. Once it's drawn, it stays.

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination
and reality, in a serious undertaking, I often ask the question
How many or how few eggshells have been broken?
It matters to the mother hen but it also matters to the egg, and to the feet that have been soiled. The gravity, in the face of both dream and reality, is significantly varied.

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination
and reality,
I have studied as much as I could in living more in my mind and words that I have little care in the physical, unfortunately, so I cannot speak my language to almost everybody. It is both a burden and a pair of wings—a blessing and a curse.

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination
and reality, I say
How much I've tried to do my best to act the way my fine lines have allowed me. So I lived but not as most have lived but I live with little regrets. Even the word 'little' will have a relative meaning to another, I presume.

This, having a life filled with close connection to the world of imagination
and reality, I would say
My final word on this piece is
that I have only scraped on the tip of the iceberg, and that I have already used 898 words.


Overflow of thoughts ended.
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A Great Write

Starts with an idea

Where one writes

The lucky first word

Which ushers the second

Leading to a statement

Followed by the next

Until a message is birthed

While another emerges

Where they gracefully exit

To the elusive last word

Until the entire message

Is completely delivered.

So, aspiring writer,

The trick is simply

To do it repeatedly

In anticipation of the day

When you can confidently say,

"I have a great idea

And I'll use some great words

To deliver a great message."

And if you're successful

The reader (if you're lucky, another writer)

Would finally say

"That's a great write, right there!"

That only means,

My future writer-friend,

Your job is done

Even if there's only one.

Then, wait a bit

And do it again;

Soon you will discover

It just never ends.

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A Great Write
Starts with an idea
Where one writes
The lucky first word
Which ushers the second
Leading to a statement
Followed by the next
Until a message is birthed
While another emerges
Where they gracefully exit
To the elusive last word
Until the entire message
Is completely delivered.

So, aspiring writer,
The trick is simply
To do it repeatedly
In anticipation of the day
When you can confidently say,
"I have a great idea
And I'll use some great words
To deliver a great message."

And if you're successful
The reader (if you're lucky, another writer)
Would finally say
"That's a great write, right there!"

That only means,
My future writer-friend,
Your job is done
Even if there's only one.

Then, wait a bit
And do it again;
Soon you will discover
It just never ends.
#poetry  #challenge  #writing  #opinion 
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