#PoeticConfessions
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why do modern men even speak
when period piece men can do this 🎩💌😍
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"Morning Haiku no. 9" by Araceli M. Ream
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Our End
Awake me, you’re sorry, a killing return
I let you, I’m crazy, we touch but not burn
The fire between us, magnified by the time
It’s all real, a pain thrill, the choice was mine
When you go, I know the darkness will fall
I’ll reach out, i love you, but nothingness calls
I’m not strong, you know this, I’ll see you again
So promise, you love me and make this our end
-kumirm
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Phoenix Rising
You look at me with your interpretation of my character. A misconception. I am a phoenix.
Phoenix Rising:
Rapturous and Resolute.
My intent:
Volatile and Permanent
I've walked too far for you to watch me fall.
The soul I've nurtured,
these wings
will not spread in Vain.
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poetic confession #two
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Im just oh so tired of feeling this loneliness and would kill for love like ive seen.
Ive found out recently life is so hard without someone by your side,
If only I could find someone that holds a candle to how you made me feel.
Its not you I want its new exciting love that i long.
So whos got the guts to take on my challenge,
Who dares to step up and take a chance?
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Finding sanctuary
My hopes hung high; Pressed. Pristine. Virgin perhaps, Nonetheless mine. Seated, unending. Mind still Soul steady Undulating strings on this unfaltering harp. Aspiration lying in unrecognizable notes I have seem to memorize. Chaste and Sound
Finding sanctuary in an unwavering call. My own; unrefuted.
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I know it not a Myth
I converse with Silence; and he assures me that all this is quite necessary.
Rises and Sets meet their mark as life rotates on its axis. His nature, something I have grown so accustom to. I have fallen to the habit of secrecy. The pressure dwelling over my chest, an effect Silence has on me. He crushes my words and as if to diminish my voice, and releases them. I am left with nothing more. I yearn.
I breathe and this burning doesn't cease. It will resurface And it will be Transparent and Everlasting.
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Sometimes: Sunday Confessions
Sometimes I wonder if I run for your sake or mine:
To prevent any more injuries or prevent the knowing of their existence.
I am fascinated by your being
In truth, I believe that my inclusion could only taint such a lovely sight.
A belief that only gains strength and reality with each passing day.
A belief I can't escape
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Silence Dialogues
Silence leans against a tree, with arms crossed. As I sit quietly, gazing upon the fresh new slate he handed me two months ago. Bewitched by the smooth surface. Impeccable. ''Well?" He paced back and forth. No not paced. More like strolled. Silence was never in a hurry to anywhere. So calm and collected. The reason being why He managed to put my whole life on hold. For me to collect and recollect. Patience and Precision. Something I needed very much to learn. To release speed and embrace that what was me. "I think I know, now. I think I know what I want to create and celebrate." He smiled. The first time he had in months, after so much time of drilling. "You don't think. You feel and you feel that you Know." Did I know? The beautiful picture I had tried to capture on so many occasions. Destroyed on the account of frustration, misunderstanding, false faces, and energies to obscure that I had to remove from the equation. Now I was here with the incredible ability to begin anew. "I know." "Well, my Dear," Silence said in one of his many charismatic tones. "A toast to new horizons and defying every obstacle we will face."
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No More
Your vision fogs up and standing up gets hard to do. You fall. You fall because you let yourself to fall. Fear leads you away if you allow it.
Fear of truth,
Fear of self. On my time away, I've been picking up shells to see if I could really hear the ocean. Everyday it gets Louder, Everyday it gets Stronger. It tells me I've forgotten, it tells me I've ran away. It tells me No more.
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Mantra
This is my man made mantra. The rudiment of my existence: HOPE. I settle in these sheets for the rise of another day. Another day the creator allows me to bring my aspirations one step closer to realization. Not an hour will be taken for granted. Each a gift and opportunity to harvest the Strength and Love manifested in me.
Hope, hope guiding me through dawn to dusk. The energy burning inside me, searching the brightness of Sun. Its light shielding me from all evil that is vial. Sunlight being the only substance of my nature and my preservation.
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Refuge
If I run away,
will you be my refuge?
Times like this call for hostile intervention.
Meet me at the alley.
You’ll find me inhaling feigned composure.
I’ll pretend to be cold in order to survive this.
If I trip will you catch me?
Step lively step lively
One slip and they’ll anticipate my fall.
They won’t let me be
The won’t let me leave
Their echos disintegrating the remnants of my strength.
I’m tired of deceit and all his allies.
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Momentary Insanity: A Narrative
I'd like to introduce you to Abel, my guru. It is all very simple, really. I embarked on a self rediscovery about seven years ago; and somewhere in the mist I met this colossal voice of guidance. It has been hard to confront some of the things he's proposed and theorized. Because he poses challenges, to seek answers were many do not venture. No euphemisms, no sugar coating. The most humbling of times, to say the least. And his words, alone, Engaging. Inspiring Abel proceeded to the front of the room. Pacing back and forth.. Hands behind his back. " What is Bravery?" "I repeat, what is Bravery?" He smiled keenly because he knew the severity of this concept. "Bravery, My Dear, is momentary insanity." Hear it comes. "Bravery is momentary insanity. The point where all reason and rationale are thrown out the way. Where passion meets impulse. When you wear your insides out. Expose the true of heart. What beats in your chest. The very belief, idea, and being you surrender yourself to. The coming to terms in the mirror. That Yes this is what you need, want, desire, hope for. Acceptance, yes. And yet taking that acceptance and personifying it. Bravery! Bravery is dousing yourself with passion for This. Covering every inch of your flesh. Slathering on war paint, dominating every bit of your soul. Let it fill your lungs. Find home in your limbs, your core: to Act. Because your life, your very existence depends on it. He walked centered, shaking his index finger. "Bravery, my dear, is the breath every being seeks. Because Without It, You Are Nothing." Class dismissed.
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Self Vow
As she stammers and begins to fall, I beg her, “please breathe.” Her being buckles and I step to grab her by her grace My grace She looks at me through the glass, lacerating the earth with her ever most frustrations. Careful composition, guided by fury. “I promise,” I said.
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My freebird
Tell me what you see, tell me what you know Surrender your heart and the fire will glow Walk by moonlight to our secret place Close your eyes and let me feel your face
Hold me close cause we are meant to be Love feels better when we know it’s free Your lips are my refuge one kiss can save Release the dragon from her secluded cave
Tell me those words I long to hear Promise to speak without regret or fear I’ve waited so long for this time to come I know in my heart you were always the one
I admit at times this love caused pain But what’s love cost if it affords no gain So take what you see, take what you know Take my heart freebird and let our love grow
-Kumirm
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