Submissions by I_was_rare_once (RareDreamer)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just write to release. I love writing and if you want to teach me new style, reach out! i am open to hear and learn.much love and happy writing!
Boat journey.(South wind second)
Softly, the wind does carry.
This boat along.
Thoughts go with it in the cool of night.
How are they? My friends, that is.
My fishing pole dips in the river of blood and finds nothing.
Futile journey in dark, deep waters.
In this world, it's sink or swim. And I had no teacher.
No lessons.
Only B̴͈̫̓͒l̵̝̋ŏ̸͕̹o̴̼͊͝d̷̖͆ and Loss.
Are my hands guilty?
All I wanted were answers.
But this boat will do instead.
Pulse, pulse,...
This boat along.
Thoughts go with it in the cool of night.
How are they? My friends, that is.
My fishing pole dips in the river of blood and finds nothing.
Futile journey in dark, deep waters.
In this world, it's sink or swim. And I had no teacher.
No lessons.
Only B̴͈̫̓͒l̵̝̋ŏ̸͕̹o̴̼͊͝d̷̖͆ and Loss.
Are my hands guilty?
All I wanted were answers.
But this boat will do instead.
Pulse, pulse,...
#friendship
#nightmares
#regret #shame
#regret #shame
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Reverberance
I breathe again.
Reverberance of a soul who has lost it's home.
I wander now.
I'm never too far from a fading spark.
Loathsome, futile, infant, juvenile.
Tags like ripples in a puddle fading.
In this desolate darkness scathing, I with my consulate heart am breaking.
Do I shadow a hope unfading? In all my wandering no one saves me.
And all I wanted was an ideal love.
Yet somehow it eludes my luck.
I breathe again.
Reverberance of a soul who has lost it's home.
I wander now.
I'm never too far from a bleeding heart.
Lonesome,...
Reverberance of a soul who has lost it's home.
I wander now.
I'm never too far from a fading spark.
Loathsome, futile, infant, juvenile.
Tags like ripples in a puddle fading.
In this desolate darkness scathing, I with my consulate heart am breaking.
Do I shadow a hope unfading? In all my wandering no one saves me.
And all I wanted was an ideal love.
Yet somehow it eludes my luck.
I breathe again.
Reverberance of a soul who has lost it's home.
I wander now.
I'm never too far from a bleeding heart.
Lonesome,...
#bittersweet
#escape
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#54
The halls.
Voices in the walls.
Eyes look back at me.
Yet no light can see.
The air releases, where now?
Time didn't heal me but neither did you.
There is a monster downstairs.
Look: you can see the tail.
Scratching and scraping;
The walls stand by.
Door after door,
More?
Some more.
My ears hurt. or maybe its my heart.
What I do know is the floor got smaller and the roof got bigger.
Why water?
Why do you look so grey,
Why do you look so black?
Why water?
Why do you creep toward my chest?
I...
Voices in the walls.
Eyes look back at me.
Yet no light can see.
The air releases, where now?
Time didn't heal me but neither did you.
There is a monster downstairs.
Look: you can see the tail.
Scratching and scraping;
The walls stand by.
Door after door,
More?
Some more.
My ears hurt. or maybe its my heart.
What I do know is the floor got smaller and the roof got bigger.
Why water?
Why do you look so grey,
Why do you look so black?
Why water?
Why do you creep toward my chest?
I...
#confusion
#escape
#manipulation
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The souls of free men
This world is a prison I swear.
Just let me scrape the walls for once.
All this time I have been scraped.
It's time I did some due.
But forgiveness prevails! And I once again sit lost.
A worker of hope in a hopeless world.
I truly feel alien, stranger, awake in a land that doesn't wish to live.
All who dwell here wander the endless pleasures and flit away their lives.
Nothing comes of it.
But I!
I dream of some changed fate else I join them in the dirt and despair.
A dreamer;
One who has every cloud in the sky cast into a machine of...
Just let me scrape the walls for once.
All this time I have been scraped.
It's time I did some due.
But forgiveness prevails! And I once again sit lost.
A worker of hope in a hopeless world.
I truly feel alien, stranger, awake in a land that doesn't wish to live.
All who dwell here wander the endless pleasures and flit away their lives.
Nothing comes of it.
But I!
I dream of some changed fate else I join them in the dirt and despair.
A dreamer;
One who has every cloud in the sky cast into a machine of...
#earth
#hope
#redemption #shadows
#redemption #shadows
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#56
Let me go,
Let me out,
Cut me free please.
You already know there is a difference between
Realistic and idealistic.
Now i'm new,
Now i'm learned,
I am grown past things.
I already know that it is difficult to believe
I am different and not indifferent.
Hear me now,
Hear me out,
Use the mute please.
We already know that this will get us nowhere.
I am not the type to be displeased.
Some eyes
No real light reaches.
Sometimes
My love can't reach us.
Goodbye.
-the sign painter
Let me out,
Cut me free please.
You already know there is a difference between
Realistic and idealistic.
Now i'm new,
Now i'm learned,
I am grown past things.
I already know that it is difficult to believe
I am different and not indifferent.
Hear me now,
Hear me out,
Use the mute please.
We already know that this will get us nowhere.
I am not the type to be displeased.
Some eyes
No real light reaches.
Sometimes
My love can't reach us.
Goodbye.
-the sign painter
#freedom
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The light in the woods ahead
As the world grows dim,
And my realm spreads grim,
I could bleed out.
I could see outside my mind.
Through the will of a mortal, a theme of corporeal doom.
I waste away in the dark and the gloom,
Afraid of the light of the change needed soon.
But I will glow with the light of a glacier in the sun.
Persistent in glory, though fading yet some.
Mind over matter.
The battle for wits
I climb up the ladder for the glory of it.
I train my soul for the blood and the gore,
Of beating my mind in title and score.
A break in the woods...
And my realm spreads grim,
I could bleed out.
I could see outside my mind.
Through the will of a mortal, a theme of corporeal doom.
I waste away in the dark and the gloom,
Afraid of the light of the change needed soon.
But I will glow with the light of a glacier in the sun.
Persistent in glory, though fading yet some.
Mind over matter.
The battle for wits
I climb up the ladder for the glory of it.
I train my soul for the blood and the gore,
Of beating my mind in title and score.
A break in the woods...
#philosophical
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In the calm before the last night.
Leaves twirl in the cool damp night air after the rainstorm.
Streetlights are dim in the fog that has settled.
But kai wasn't in bed.
He was alone as usual. Adrift in chemicals natural and not.
This was it all.
This is the best of life.
One unfaithful friend after another but now mark too?
Can't be.
So our man walked the wet streets and was lost, consumed in sounds.
But the streets were silent that night.
And then the calm broke into an evil in the air.
As if the world said: this one. Tonight. That way.
Who could say no? ...
Streetlights are dim in the fog that has settled.
But kai wasn't in bed.
He was alone as usual. Adrift in chemicals natural and not.
This was it all.
This is the best of life.
One unfaithful friend after another but now mark too?
Can't be.
So our man walked the wet streets and was lost, consumed in sounds.
But the streets were silent that night.
And then the calm broke into an evil in the air.
As if the world said: this one. Tonight. That way.
Who could say no? ...
#death
#grief
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On thought.
Thinking of thinking.
Abstract inception.
Time moves on in a constant remission.
I think then I do.
peculiar movement.
Somehow I am connected to my immaterial specter.
An odd improvement from monkeys to something of which we are clueless.
How does my brain work?
How do I reconcile this?
But I don't know the answers no more then apes did.
Life is funny when it doesn't make sense.
Apes make sounds and humans make thoughts.
Somehow I know what I am knowing.
For some that is enough for living.
For me,
Eternal...
Abstract inception.
Time moves on in a constant remission.
I think then I do.
peculiar movement.
Somehow I am connected to my immaterial specter.
An odd improvement from monkeys to something of which we are clueless.
How does my brain work?
How do I reconcile this?
But I don't know the answers no more then apes did.
Life is funny when it doesn't make sense.
Apes make sounds and humans make thoughts.
Somehow I know what I am knowing.
For some that is enough for living.
For me,
Eternal...
#dialogue
#philosophical
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If the world gave up...
If the world gave up,
I would still be fighting.
Because I love to love.
Fuck what the world says:
"Love means only some."
"love isn't worth the hate."
I love the silver linings.
If the world gave up,
I would still be standing.
I broke the chains of shame and crying.
Or I am older now, but the world is older.
Though even elders make cracks in the pavements walked by youth.
If the world gave up,
I would be tempted.
Making the most is hard, I know.
But if the world went ghost, I would...
I would still be fighting.
Because I love to love.
Fuck what the world says:
"Love means only some."
"love isn't worth the hate."
I love the silver linings.
If the world gave up,
I would still be standing.
I broke the chains of shame and crying.
Or I am older now, but the world is older.
Though even elders make cracks in the pavements walked by youth.
If the world gave up,
I would be tempted.
Making the most is hard, I know.
But if the world went ghost, I would...
#morality
#peace
#responsibility #TruthOfLife
#responsibility #TruthOfLife
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Softly, slowly as the light falls.
Light.
Every good moment begins with pure light.
But like the tides turning,
The light fades into night.
A simple change.
Its just one letter.
One rule changed.
One where all is and one where nothing becomes truer and deeper.
I open my eyes at last.
This year.
This day.
This moment.
I meet my friend again as I breathe in the stiff air of my bedroom.
Another day begun.
Another day to think, to dream, to be.
"You have much to do Mark."
I do!
"We should get up quickly so we don't drift...
Every good moment begins with pure light.
But like the tides turning,
The light fades into night.
A simple change.
Its just one letter.
One rule changed.
One where all is and one where nothing becomes truer and deeper.
I open my eyes at last.
This year.
This day.
This moment.
I meet my friend again as I breathe in the stiff air of my bedroom.
Another day begun.
Another day to think, to dream, to be.
"You have much to do Mark."
I do!
"We should get up quickly so we don't drift...
#anger
#confusion
#denial #death
#denial #death
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spacebarblankbank
Dost dreams and daylight both hit your eyes at once?
#minimalist
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Waste(d) waters
Gently, as the river flows,
Crystal clear hydration like a dream of light.
But it has secret poison that is also clear as glass as it flows intwined
So I pull out my canteen,
On this hiking excursion.
and I filter the dreams.
As I gasp from my thirst again.
Gotta keep my head clear.
And my freshwater too.
So I lie down to rest on my journey.
Slowly falling asleep safe and sound for now.
Until I thirst again.
Crystal clear hydration like a dream of light.
But it has secret poison that is also clear as glass as it flows intwined
So I pull out my canteen,
On this hiking excursion.
and I filter the dreams.
As I gasp from my thirst again.
Gotta keep my head clear.
And my freshwater too.
So I lie down to rest on my journey.
Slowly falling asleep safe and sound for now.
Until I thirst again.
#river
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