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Old friend, you haven't changed at all:
you've been frozen in time, awaiting
the conversations I promised you.
Still, you maintain serenity,
your demeanor is calm
and your countenance still.
Still, you have remained hopeful.
I return with an open mind
and you bring our blank slate:
This will be our new beginning.
Old friend, I owe you adventures:
you are ready to hike new trails,
to scale new cliffs and discover
what awaits us on the other side.
And I, my friend, am just as eager.
you've been frozen in time, awaiting
the conversations I promised you.
Still, you maintain serenity,
your demeanor is calm
and your countenance still.
Still, you have remained hopeful.
I return with an open mind
and you bring our blank slate:
This will be our new beginning.
Old friend, I owe you adventures:
you are ready to hike new trails,
to scale new cliffs and discover
what awaits us on the other side.
And I, my friend, am just as eager.
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The Ecstasy Of Faith
You can breathe life into water
You can pull your face tauter
You cannot change nature
You cannot do everything later
Stupid
Like two rock stars
Complaining
One shows off too much
That is their job
To be cheered
To be larger than life
But it is more than hard
Being others dreams
It is a nightmare
.
Ego
Is the reflection of civilization
Your ability to reach its highest standards
Without a stable rung on this ladder
The fun sponge society
Soaks up strength
By squeezing it from souls below
Looking down
The mouth opens
“You are overthinking it’
I hear this lie a lot
Focus is my friend
It brought me everything
Including
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Does it even matter now ?
"Say, does it really matter now?" A voice that always haunt me,
"I don't know...Why do you always ask?" I questioned back like always.
"Don't you think, you should just give up on trying? Isn't it just hurting you?" That voice continues,
"It is, but I don't want to be alone." I answered hesitantly.
"Isn't being alone better than letting them treat you as a tool than as a friend?" The voice argued back.
I remained silent and became more and more hesitant on my choices.
"Does it really matter, why not just throw away your care?" The voice said sadly,
"Why not just throw it all away, so it won't hurt. Why not just give it up and be yoursel
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Writing Prompt: Always the Last to Know
I'm always the last to know
When my eyes light up
Or I look away
I'm always the last to know
And it's always aggravating
People tell me
What I should know
And they're always rather provoking
I"m always the last to know
And maybe it's because
I don't listen to people
Who tell me how I should feel
Doesn't matter if I do or not
Hearing someone talk to me
As if they can see straight through me
Makes me shut off and back away
That's the best way
To ensure I'll never know
Because it makes me feel caged
And cornered
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Just a quick poem to get back into the groove of writing poetry--it's been a while.
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