Triolet Poem #51
Building a place where I won't weep.
Me and my hands endure the pain.
Somewhere I can call safe to sleep.
Building a place where I won't weep.
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A place that people die to keep-
castles of sand in pouring rain.
Building a place where I won't weep.
Me and my hands endure the pain.
"Endure The Pain", JEP
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"The Endless Journey of Life"
Life's meaning can be hard to find
It's a journey that's often unkind
As we search for our true delight
We must travel this winding road with all our might
We may stumble and sometimes fall
But we must keep going, no matter how tall
The journey of life is our own to take
We must never give up, no matter our fate.
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you don’t know me...
you don’t know me and i don’t know you. you don’t know me, but ive seen you. you don’t know me, but i like your smile when i pass you by. you don’t know me, but i enjoy the color in your eyes. you don’t know me, but i have memorized your laugh whenever you pass me by. you don’t know me and i don’t know you, but i would have liked to. you don’t me or that it was me who sent the card just to let you know that someone thought you were a special kind of hue. but i was scared or maybe it was never meant to be, but i will always remember you...my hallway crush on my way to class 103B.
maybe you did know me, but I will never know.
and im okay with that...that’s just how the show goes
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Cede them nothing / Hide your emotion
In this poem, I describe the contrast between the simplicity of positivity discourse and the complexity of base emotion, particularly triumph in victory, underlining the unknowability of our experience and the rediscovery of losses.
In this still standard setting
there's no mention of tesseract
quantum uncertainty
or any paradox as such
Just positive attitude,
opportunity, and how to spot it
priming the circuitry,
to recognise something new
or to uncover what's now old
From there emerges a conclusion
as to how little reaches deep
where our conscious mind
enters actual experience
not subconcious, black magic,
or territory-reality maps
just switching attention,
and unearthing temps perdu
a simple start for the win
and dovetailing with this plan
of embracing a higher goal
such as is prefered to have
So, I, naked to everyone
possessing higher thought
spending an iota of time
enjoying life's offerings
even negative emotions
assuaged in light relief
from the raw, uncut
shit rising from below
The gluttony of eating
The guilt of victory
Shame for losing ground
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Father of Grief
A long time ago a friend once saidthat his whole reason for living was to not be dead.
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Cherry red-fast neon lines in the dark from your cigarette, leading smoke ribbons in a slow dance around your theatric story. I hang onto every word, completely full of you.
- p.r.w.
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You're Trying To Run You walk like you're trying to run from something inside. (What are you really trying to leave behind?) ~kairos💛 note: i am so sorry that i've been gone. not all creators are consistent i guess. i am just doing my best. i appreciate your all's love and support. i am so grateful for you humans. all my love 💛💛💛 #poetry #poetrycommunity #kairos #kairosthehumanpoet #instapoetry #instagrampoetry #tumblrpoetry #tumblr #poetrylovers #poemoftheday #poetryfortoday #poetrygram #igpoetry #micropoetry #poetryislife #poetrysociety #poem #poems #sadpoetry #shortpoems #shortpoetry #visualpoetry #poetryaddict #poemcommunity #love #bittersweet #sadpoems #thoughts #imtryingmybest https://www.instagram.com/p/Cia8d7vprG7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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you ever wonder if butterflies get little humans in their stomachs when they fall in love
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Friday Nights
The Friday wines and dines,
Rainy bus stop kisses,
Quiet starry nights,
Lily pads around Monet bridges.
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I'm sick, I'm sick, but I do know the trick. To see me internally, before you do you better think.
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Welcome To Music
Welcome to music,
where hearts explode
within our ears.
Almost supernovae;
beats from other spheres.
Harmony blues,
allegedly writing feelings.
You think I'm writing clues.
I think I'm priming ceilings.
One man's shoes is one man's save.
One man's treasure,
is another's grave.
JEP
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"A Search for Life's Meaning"
Life, what's its meaning?
Is it to strive and achieve?
To find our purpose in each day?
To find joy in the small things?
Or is it something more?
A search for understanding?
A quest for knowledge and love?
An exploration of life's mysteries?
Perhaps it's all of these?
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Sunt Lacrimae Rerum (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/364381691-sunt-lacrimae-rerum?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=spunkylikefifi 𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓽 𝓛𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓻𝓾𝓶 "𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 (𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳) 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴" It is a collection of poems that are all objective lyrics.
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Emerging purpose / Pathways elucidated
Similar to the loop
That sends us the new way
there it is complementary
Without being monotonous
Harmony, joy, passion, love
The bonds of these
Who doesn't jump back down
Yet adapt with professionalism
the happy life peppered with relay
for a buoyant life
When the risk is to drown
Voted for some support
Having begun to find need
technically on command
Is all very well
But to seat the essentials
How to react now
If the army is lost
Add a downward yard
Pick up speed
Is the absence of stops
Mark the way with candles
Hammer it safety pegs
Use a rope and harness
All these reflexes
Precautionary activities
somewhat absent
When those things I prefer
have jostled the brain
Take to meditating
In zones of danger
Adopt, adapt mother Lightness
Find my way into battle
Invite other moments
To escalate their self
Not so hard after all
To keep everything oiled
Embed general instruction
seems to negate the bare
of what risk can there be
if living in a constant state flows
(if/when) force output dipped
A demonstrably success
Trickles down a scale
Not a diminishing feel
In and of itself
But a contributing network
Where it's the reward system
Is what begins to fail
A higher state I achieved
All is bright and well
But when prodded a little
Something reveals a learned chink
Weakly a purpose emerges
Disarming any the day
That to once thought the way
Motivation revealed
Pathways elucidated
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The Little Things - Written Tales MagaDiscover beauty in 'The Little Things' by Kaval Naine. Submissions are open at Written Tales. Let your words shine! 🌟📝 https://writtentales.substack.com/p/the-little-things
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