a few old poems

[raiimonarch10]

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emotion

unplottable on any map

hiding

away from sight

finding

a task to much for hercules

understanding

puzzle without an answer

feeling

a gift most precious

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this group of thoughts








random writing

hidden in the corner

lacking insight in the inside

feeling a part of the room

missing the true boundary lines

time doesn't change places

wanting to live a fantasy

knowing the truth proves knowing

brings sight of the clearly seen

where the chances come

blindness again looks a positive

source for those who want

what to be sought

truth in the light comes

when secondary removes

primary becomes

places being unconditioned

every random thought unravels

flowing out for those hills

meaning only unknown

what isn't the problem

why is the solution

letting loose the locked creations

falling out upon an open glade

belittle what is or isn't

seeing what is to be

what some see brilliant

is truly random writing


I had these on a really old blog, saw the poetry section here and figured, why not?

 

[Emor]

I had a bit of trouble telling whether or a new poem had begun or was continuing from the other.
TBH, I sort of got confused really, but that's probably just down to me not reading that much poetry. XD.
I liked some of the lines though ^_^.
EMZ=]

 

[Chris]

I had these on a really old blog, saw the poetry section here and figured, why not?

That's the spirit!

I liked a couple of the lines further down.

 

[Willow]

They're really nice. I like the simplicity of the layout against the complexity of the meaning. =)

 

[raiimonarch10]

Found one more old poem.

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part of the whole

yet a level below

watching the movement

stuck fast in cement

wondering why so close

time moves and goes

at moments a connection forms

a feeling so strong it warms

to continue to connect

instantly a redirect

distance is real again

the divide is open

thought is a mark of man

it is a spark lasting long

meaningless as a misstep

colossal like footprints on the moon

a remark of error i thought

fitting our imperfection

to add into the flow

not a drop of oil on top

a desire cannot overcome

laws nature made

the mind finds ways to bend

the ego inflates to no end

to break is out of reach

mistakes have yet to teach

the true separation

in not men or ocean

the power of man

is not enough to earn

a place beside the one

who didn't rest until all was done

the gap is only crossed by his son

faith is the price of the ride

in chirst, for you he died

to make you pure

and sickness cure

then take you farther

to reunite with his father