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poetrybymarine · 3 days ago
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I am the red blood
shed by my ancestors,
the blood in our veins
that connects us—
Armenian blood.
I am the blue sky
home to the birds
that sing songs
of hope,
songs of revival.
I am the orange apricot
the sweet taste
of Armenian generosity
and victory,
the taste of home.
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alinedhemingway · 5 days ago
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Road to somewhere:
We all cross paths on some level, to some extent, flipping through different pages on our road to somewhere. Filling in the pages and trying to forget others. All these lessons learned along the road to somewhere. While we’re all tethered together somewhere in our minds or, in a story in someone else life. All interconnected on the road to somewhere.
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trepidatingboarfetus · 7 days ago
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Or perhaps I am just the Cowardly Lion in the end. I'm tired of being a machine, producing for entertainment without emotions. Without friends. Always without. Everything is fake in the end. #fake #embracethejourney #whatisreal #platitudes #poetryoftheday #poetsofinstagram #poemsofig #wizardofoz #dorothy https://www.instagram.com/p/COtN_Q5Faif/?igshid=118yapen2evdj
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poetrybymarine · 8 days ago
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Young and Beautiful
I don’t want to be
young forever—
I want to see my changing face.
I want to see my belly grow
a human being,
watch her leave my body.
I don’t want to be young forever.
I want to be friends with my mother—
share stories we never could.
I want her to sing to my daughters,
teach them to cook dolma, prepare a table,
and tell them about Armenia.
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alinedhemingway · 8 days ago
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Perception:
Indulge into the great escape, of meaningless existence. So self-absorbed you lost your place. Egotistical silent minds collaborating into an existing trance of illusive seclusion. Piloting itself while still in orbit. These meandering delusions still keep me awake. Balancing out the thoughts racing and pacing through the mind's perception.
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alinedhemingway · 8 days ago
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Home:
Enslaving the world to injustice, proclaiming lives with blasphemy and reprehensible damage. Fueled by greed from central intelligence, corrupting our society. While sacrificing the liberty many have died for to protect. The same ideologies of like-minded individuals, dismantling the structure of a nation. Only to be continuously falling into the rabbit hole, that we all call home.
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alinedhemingway · 8 days ago
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Seven Trumpets:
Crossing through the tide into the devils eye's. This storm has been isolated and lay dormant for a lifetime. Bending the steel frame buckling from within, soon the floods gates will open up and come in. Playing the seven trumpets loud and clear.
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alinedhemingway · 8 days ago
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Sssssnakes:
Oh, I suppose they're not all sssssnakes but, they all look like sssssnakes, talk like sssssnakes, act like sssssnakes. Almost could say they comply like sssssnakes, that one looks fat maybe I’ll poke it or jab it in the eye or, chop this one up and watch him fry. Oh, my what a tasty fellow, looks to be theirs more to go around. Let me get the weed wacker and wack them all down.
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alinedhemingway · 9 days ago
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Love's final toll:
More than I know all that I found left it by your door when no one was around straight down the middle a quarter past 10 you came to the door but I was already on the floor my heart ran cold your eyes glued to a sight you watched unfold there at your doorstep love took its final toll
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alinedhemingway · 9 days ago
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No Love:
I'll carve out my heart for you to reconcile my pain. I've held this darkness inside far to long. It's caused me nothing but trouble. All these scars I'll leave along side of the road. I'll give you my word, I'll follow in your footsteps all I need is a guide and helping hand from above. From these wandering footsteps that have shown me no love.
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alinedhemingway · 9 days ago
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Make Believe:
I feel subject to your reality, marking the day and rewinding history. Carry me where you go and foreshadow the world we perceive. Do you want to believe? don't let them tear you down. Mesmerized by your faith marking the words you spoke, justified by your destiny engraving perception into your design. Close your eyes and make-believe.
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alinedhemingway · 9 days ago
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Indefinitely:
Hold back the rain from falling, just for one more day. Doing my best what more do you want from me? don't hold this against me. I know I could of done things differently, just wish you would listen to me. My love for you is indefinite it's something I'll hold indefinitely.
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alinedhemingway · 9 days ago
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Deep Below:
Hidden away a lifeless soul, with no self-control upon puppet strings, why do you do me the way you do? Living on the edge of sain and crazy simply put an outlet to a social deity. The minds grasping & relapsing burying the host before the undertaker comes to fill your shoes with quicksand. Strength is, but a concept built on reality. To mark the weak and shed the pain within lessons we've learned. Once again carrying the strength we have built from inside from within. Lessen the blow from the feeling we fell in deep below.
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alinedhemingway · 9 days ago
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Broken Frame:
All the system see's is the action after the facts. In many cases, the real issue is they never looked through the actions that brought them there in the first place. In short, that's another detriment to/of society. Like painting a picture over a broken frame.
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