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Fractals (Poem Pieces) - Poetry Group

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Mad_Hatter
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i am you,
the one on a side-street outdoor cafe,
sipping hot-brews and molding to the world,

you are me,
hanging on the thread of every word,
needing each word to survive,
to breathe -

the world spins around us, and we are them -
they who are chameleons ever changing -
our souls are a collective of shattered glass
to a broken mirror

each of us a puzzle piece trying to fit together,
yet the mirror breaks effortlessly, constantly
a reminder that without the resin of our souls -
you and i are strangers eternally
---
30 pills gripped tight in the
palm of my hand,
each filled with a question;
answers i can't understand
did things i can never take back,
i guess that's fine, maybe even sublime -
regrets are the things that teach you a lesson,
so heed everything, even give a listen,
the worst of things can only make you stronger,
if only these pills didn't weight so much -
maybe i'd believe these words I'm spittin'
just quittin', life's killin'
i'm sick to my stomach
---
ragged skin runs against the flat surface
dead-weight, unmoving
faint breaths are a tender song,
a hum of sorts -
sensation unyielding beneath claw
fingertips
envisioned in a kaleidoscopic whir
as the earth spins never-ending -
gravity pulls and pushes akin
to a universal lover, shape and
form is lost in technicolor -
this senseless need
of a most verbose sensation,
the mind speaks in fragmented tongues
coded languages digitized, desensitized -
curled in fetal position innocence
to jaded eyes opening,
the beginning of an end,
i start again
---
we once spoke of a fleeting
fancy, material essences
to satisfy a hunger -
our vices spurn from the
gardens of Gethsemane -
where the trumpets sound
of a second-coming -
we are doomed to be
the slave of our desires,
the eternal realm conspires,
we must whisper of our fleeting fancies
---
infinite summers thrusts the soul
into divine self discovery
pain is the sage's cure to understanding
the finite still-life of picturesque
imagery surrounding
---
naive youth pilfers from the
scum of all that is wrong -
mirror image pond, look at yourself
our own terror looks back with
red paint smiles, and evil wiles -
the truth must be found in the core
which spins of all things vice and purity,
find yourself in the pulse
of this heart where freedom beckons
impulsively


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Why Is It called The Poem Pieces Danaea ? Just asking

Coz they are in different paragraphs ?

Anyways , It is great ! ! !

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Mad_Hatter
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Indeed, diff paragraphs, diff pieces...all from one place.
Thank ya kindly :] I appreciate you taking the time to read.


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SarahEleanor
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words cannot describe... the emotions you evoke . . .


lovely artwork darling


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so vivid and surreally real


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