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18th May 11:21pm
Renton renton orwell
On rainy days
On rainy days, tis far too easy to wander,to immerse oneself in the complexities of both everything, and nothing, Baron paradise, initially offering adventure, but whilst the air is unfamiliar, and pleasure transcends from strife, can one escape the reality, and exist an existential life?Knowing natures branches extend far beyond the limited senses, like the silvery moonlit cloud, shaped like that special memory. At the bar of celestial magnificence, you order a glass of optimism, with a dash of realism, the quantity has been miss-measured, and a once ample sample, is now the cause of decadence, which gesticulates the ambiguity of opulence. Purgatory, transforming that favourite taste, into a bland mouthful of mediocrity, leaves only the quest for a new flavour. After all, are there worse things than a tainted pallet?
15th May 7:39pm
R_A_L_HP
Floating emotion
Living in a world where everyone is outrageous
Satisfied with nothing less than perfect.
Circulating between what is real
and what is not.
Reality is a sleep paralysis
Like a feeling hovering above
Completely out of our reach.
Life is like a floating emotion
-R.A.L.HP
Satisfied with nothing less than perfect.
Circulating between what is real
and what is not.
Reality is a sleep paralysis
Like a feeling hovering above
Completely out of our reach.
Life is like a floating emotion
-R.A.L.HP
Written by R_A_L_HP
Self poem
14th May 8:57pm
R_A_L_HP
Helichrysum bracteatum
We were two parts of one
We were alone together
We were everything
We were.
Now we are nothing
We are dust blown away by the wind
We are alone
We are nothing
To the first and the last na zawsze,
L
We were alone together
We were everything
We were.
Now we are nothing
We are dust blown away by the wind
We are alone
We are nothing
To the first and the last na zawsze,
L
Written by R_A_L_HP
A poem I wrote after losing the love of my life
-R.A.L.HP
