Miraquill
Am I finally ready to forgive?
Cause I was ready to live
Without forgiveness' consoling words
They had flown away like tropical birds
Left me at peace in the winter cold
But now they're approaching again
At the tip of my tounge ready for you to claim
I'm not sure if it's right
But just as seasons involuntarily arrive I cannot fight
Reapproaching tropical birds
Or the liberation of forgiving words
They're blossoming at the mere sight
When you whispered and asked if I might
Forgive
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845doe
81w
We are wonderful creatures
Travelling to the end of the world for self realisations
Conquering mile after mile seeking unknown destinations
We are strange creatures
Breeding in desperation
As to say it won't be for nothing this slow desecration
We are sad creatures
Mourning ourselves when others die
Since we can't bear to see dear birds fly
We are destructive creatures
Dividing minds from one another by declaring nonsense wars
Saying if we can't fix things we'll just move to mars
We are fearful creatures
Living with walls so high and encapsulating we can no longer see nor hear
Living so blinded we'll let anyone steer
Since we've been blinded by doomsday since we were born
Making us dangerous and forlorn
We are lost creatures
Falling for words without listening to content
So we can fight about what a 2000 year old book meant
We are mindless creatures
Craving rules and community with heedless conviction
So we can divide one from another without care or distinction
And we've been told our neighbor's are hateful and vile
While we don't notice our being's filling up with bile
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845doe
82w
I have been reckless with you
Giving you responsibility too
For everything that's broken
For every word said and spoken
I think there was too many words
I gave them away like flocks of birds
Flying suddenly off the ground
Scared you with the sudden sound
You heard more than you should
I'm sorry I misunderstood
What healthy boundaries are
I should have selected them from afar
Cleaned them and inspected them alone
Before throwing them like stones
Cause you're not superhuman like I made you out to be
I'm sorry I couldn't see you clearly
I guess I just needed what you said
I have to release it now instead
So that I won't cling to an illusion
Of me being your unique revolution
Because I have to be my own resolution
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845doe
82w
I'm looking at fog
While trenching through a wet bog
I'm trying to see
Anything at all, but there's just me
And I thought I saw a glimpse of you
But loneliness is silent and nothing new
I'm walking through sand
The ocean's trying to drag me from land
Whilst I'm reaching to console your hand
But when I look again
Your presence i cannot gain
I can see you now
Far, far away somehow
And I who fought so hard
Almost drowned while barred
From your dreams and life
And I think I understand your strife
But your island is far away
And you keep me at bay
I'm so sorry I don't know whats required
I can't fight anymore I'm tired
You give me nothing but silence
And it tears my insides with violence
There's no tears left to cry
So I guess this is goodbye
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I feel so alien in this place
I feel like an unwelcomed case
Of bad energy and darkness
Bringing tension and stress
But I don't understand how that can be
When all I am is me
Caring and interested
Curious and invested
In our current situation
But all I feel is rejection
From your disgusted reflection
From your slamming doors
And your unspoken words
My voice can't reach your ears
And I feel a pain gently sears
And slowly it creates distance
I don't even need to take a stance
Cause when you're stubbornly you
And unwilling too
I guess I can't do anything for this place
Cause you make me feel alien in every case
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I don't know how I am to live
Cause my mind turns on my mind
And it leaves my heart blind
When both escalated from the same place
How do I divide and set space
For both to grow, but never to lead
When the fight is constant how do I breathe
How do I please without disappointing
How are you fiery yellow and immensely blue
I love you and I hate you
Because you're a fucking tease
But every part is part of me
And to you I'm me and so nobody sees
I'll just lie here and bleed
How do I finally leave?
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I find it difficult to see
To just blatantly be
To not live in lost moments
Or conspire future omens
I find it difficult to live
And I see myself as difficult to forgive
For all my past transgressions
And even though I've learnt many lessons
I sometimes find it impossible to see
And to just blatantly be
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845doe
111w
All of a sudden nothing is soothing
And so everything becomes nothing
And nothing is rampaging beautiful somethings
And I who was carefully mining
Hand picking jewels and diamonds
Now there are only wailing sirens
Leaving me bewildered and confused
And I see I'm still bruised
I'm a half made construction
And the unmade is still in need of introduction
I'm afraid of honest sunlight
Cause maybe it'll turn into a blight
And I'll forget what I've made so far
What if I burn like a used cigar
If I accept your hand
What if I turn desperate and bland
What if I become nothing
Now that you've brought everything
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845doe
111w
How much time will it take
For me to drain this lake
Of uncertainty and fear
When will my mind be clear
Stuck in a prolonged roundabout
Of anxiety and self doubt
I want to ask you again and again
But that just continues the chain
So I'll ask myself instead
Trust I can be lead
Safely from lake to shore
Trust I can battle my inner war
On my own terms
So my being can soothe spinning words
Maybe even passage of time
Won't drain this lake from my spine
I guess I'll let it be
And accept it's not all of me
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I've realised many things
Some that soothes and some that stings
I've always been speaking
Of the things I'm seeking
But I've never taken action
Always delayed with distraction
I guess I'm laden with fear
Afraid of lifes burden to bear
But I've realised I'm open
To anything I might rope in
To your ravaging storms
To your restrictive norms
To your compelling loves
To anything life shoves
I've realised many things
And I'll take anything that life brings
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We Don't Exist
If we don't exist,
Then why is pain so real?
Why does the distance of regret,
Become the journey we all feel?
If we are a dream,
Then why can't we wake up?
Why is this nightmare so profound,
That it makes up all of us?
If we all shall fade,
Then why do we burn out?
Why is the need the greater lives,
Become all we are about?
If there's only now,
Then why do we still try?
Why is it that we struggle so,
When we're all doomed to die?
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jaykirish
114w
Why Rush?
Why rush
When the finish line is death?
Why not pace yourself?
Appreciate the details
Of the finer things.
Because one day,
They'll not longer be there.
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Circles & Lines
Concentric circles,
Overlapping,
Choppy waters,
Of second guessing,
Like fingers reaching,
For a blessing,
To find them empty,
Of fate's trappings,
Growing auras,
Colours blinding,
Darkness follows,
With corners folding,
Like a promise made,
To the plans you're holding,
Bait to the unwary,
As the line starts winding.
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whitewings
111w
Read MoreStop pretending.
For a moment... will you?
You and I, him and her...
All have been witnesses
to this growing cancer.
Texts and pics.
Words and remarks.
You friends too have looked at my breasts,
and fantasized about ripping my clothes apart.
When you read that beautiful poem about my eyes,
I blushed a little,
so wide I smiled.
It took me a few months to realise,
you were just preparing
to turn me blind.
Oh no no... don't enact,
don't tell me you know nothing.
That this is a different breed,
and you never were a part of
conversations like these.
You're not surprised.
Neither am I.
This filth is in the air of the world where I've lived
everyday of my life.
My curves are an asset,
valued more than my intelligence.
After all a thoughtful girl with a voice is a threat.
A difficult project...
undertaken only for that sense of achievement.
A pic for you my love...
because on your finger tips I place
a thing as flimsy as my trust.
As I sleep peacefully at night,
with my heart waltzing somewhere far in the meadows of Tuscany,
you're out there gazing at my hips,
with the sex starved retards in your circle...
all in the name of friendship.
©whitewingson your finger tips I place
a thing as flimsy as my trust.
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The Power Of Rain
This is redemption,
The power of rain,
Growing forgiveness,
Where once there was shame,
Bringing the blooms,
Of the first days of spring,
Bountiful green fields,
Where summer will sing,
This is atonement,
The kiss of new beginnings,
Where the smallest of steps,
Makes this race worth winning,
Making the grey clouds,
Drift softly away,
Whilst the sun chides the rain,
As it reclaims the day.
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Those words I did not say,
Went from heavy to light as hay.
Went from recurring to sparse and vague.
Went from ghosts that haunt me,
To a harmless grave.
But,
You will call.
And someday,
You will come.
And the words will gain back their weight.
From a crawl, they will stand up and pace.
They will blink from their death
And remember
They haven't been said.
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Meandering Ways
Feelings become parts of me,
I find difficult to explain,
Some, they weigh so heavily,
Some, as light as rain,
They burrow into my sanity,
Leaving me so full of holes,
Through which tears fall so readily,
To wash clean my tortured soul,
Emotions build like uncertainty,
Those unrelenting walls,
Held together frustratingly,
By my endless list of flaws,
Seems they're all I have to give,
To a life made up of strays,
Many whom I lost long ago,
Down my sad, meandering ways.
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Dream Again
Shall I dream again?
And of what shall I dream?
A different yesterday this time,
So I can be who I should've been.
If I lay my weary head,
Upon pillows, soft and white,
Will I wake within my dreams,
To live a perfect life?
Will all things come to me,
That I missed first time around?
Can I find my wings this time,
And soar above the ground?
I just want that second chance,
To take a different route,
Instead of feeling every day,
That I'm a loser's substitute.
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Interlocking Walls
How do I separate,
The layers you've cemented?
Building interlocking walls,
With self preservation as intended,
Never being hurt again,
Means blocking out the sun,
And if I took a step your way,
Would you turn around, and run?
How can I pass through,
The locked gates, tall and strong,
I'll never do you any harm,
I hope you've known that, all along,
Never being vulnerable,
Means always hiding who you are,
And if I showed my love to you,
Would your distance be too far?
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OF CHANGE
Embrace,
The storm.
Change,
Rarely comes
With
A gentle
Breeze.
VESSEL
