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RE: https://todon.nl/@GLaDTheresCake/116063208356514241I will make a thread of these to find them easier for me and hopefully others. My poetry that I will endeavor to write at least daily.#poetryRT: https://todon.nl/users/GLaDTheresCake/statuses/116063208356514241
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RE: https://todon.nl/@GLaDTheresCake/116070075967424867#poetry day 2RT: https://todon.nl/users/GLaDTheresCake/statuses/116070075967424867
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RE: https://todon.nl/@GLaDTheresCake/116071681873732207#poetry day 2 but a second one, or day 3 the first depending on your outlook on time I supposeRT: https://todon.nl/users/GLaDTheresCake/statuses/116071681873732207
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Day 3 of poetry, this one is called Warmth:Oh small and insignificant thing,what joy it is to hold you close.Please feel this love on paths you thread,and rejoice in what the world might bring.Spread love and beauty, art and prose,refill all hearts in times of dread.I love you so, oh heart of mine,and all you are connected to.This tiny string in earth's accord,I hope you know I hear you fine.And seek to love you through and through,as much as to others I do afford.#poetry
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Day 4, something a bit more raw I think, this is That NightDo you remember the night,it was the end of summer, we had just met.I told you I wanted to not go inside yet,we laid on our backs staring at the stars.We talked about the enormity of life,how we're all points on the grand vibrating webof existence.I said I felt our existences,they were as close as any two points could feel.At least to me.I talk to you sometime, in my head, or out loud.You felt far away even before you left.I wonder if you miss me the same way I miss you.Do you remember the same nights I do,do you still cry about me,do you still care about those moments.I told you those feelings might be passed by time,but they would always be a part of me.I just wanted to tell youthey still are.#poetry
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Day 5, Fights in my HeadThere's war in my head I think,Though maybe war is too strong a term.A conflict, sometimes mild disagreement.Should this line be stoppedwhen I want it to keep moving.Is this sentence filled, with far too many,commas?Is this room not to filthy,to live in (it probably is but I can't get myself to clean it at all, I hardly know where to start)I don't, need help, I can do this, on my own, no?Why is it always easier when help is on the way, does my shame, let me, do things, only to cover it up.#poetry
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Day 6, Fuck ItI once decided to be trans,I think it fit well enough.I was tired of society's dance,I just wanted it to fuck off.After that I got the gist,So I needed something new.Then I decided to be anarchist,I found out that's imperfect too.So now I'm putting this to pen,Don't think it will fill my soul.I think society is broken,But maybe we can make it whole.#poetry
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Day 7, I made it a week! The Stream By My HouseThe stream by my house is quite beautiful,it runs down a hill to the park.It sometimes breaks over the bank a bit,and takes there a rock or a chunk.I sometimes wish I was those rocks,so that I could be washed far away.Weathered to something more round,more shiny and less coloured grey.I'd bump into so many others,as I drift on the stream to its end.Where I'd be on display for everyone,who wishes the stream would take them.#poetry
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Day 8, ShameI feel my shame,like a beast rippingthrough my brain.If you feel it gripping,tearing you, all the same.Maybe our lives were islands, lostlost in an ocean of blame.I would fix it at any cost,get it back to before it waned.But I think we lacked it and lost,the mistakes too ingrained.I miss you. I'm sorry.#poetry
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Day 9, Wisps of AirWe shine as stars, in vast and endless void.So bright they are, the lights in our black sky.Sometimes they fade, or do they get destroyed?Do they get shunned by those that are nearby?Is there a mourning process for those stars?Who come and go and leave but wisps of air?I wonder if they care as much as ours,who only will if they do disappear.#poetry
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Day 10, WeightMy head is full of lead,it coats the inside quite well.It traps my feelings in my head,and keeps me from acting as well.My head is far too heavy,I can't lug it from place to place.It guard my efforts quite closely,so no one remembers my face.If I don't try anything worthy,then I can't do anything wrong.So I coat my head in lead thickly,so I can stay where I belong.#poetry
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Day 11, StringsSometimes I feel like silken threadsare wound around my arms and head.Invisibly they dangle me.They try to steer and overseemy every step and every thought.And keep me from what I think I oughtto be in life and want to be.As all I wish is to be freefrom these thin threads controlling me.I see you struggle with threads too,but maybe with some effort torelease together all our stringswe can see what freedom brings.#poetry
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Day 12, BunnyThe bunny I sawpeak from its burrow.It soon did withdraw,quick like an arrow.It must have been spooked,By my presence right there.I must have been grouped,with the killers of hare.I don't blame this small thingfor me giving it fright.Though it does kind of sting,that it thought I might fight.Though the world is so cruelon a thing like a bun.Maybe one day that rule,can be over and done.I will wait for that day,that the world is less snide.Maybe then bun and me,can sit there side by side.#poetry
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I was very busy and kind of forsake this, which is okay I can feel happy how far I got and that I still want to do it, but to make it up for the lack there's three poems today! First one; Why Is ItWhy is itThat when your world becomes a tundraA cold and barren wastelandThat the world around you keeps goingAs if the daffodils just bloomedAnd the birds sing their songs of spring anewWhy does no one knowSpring died with youIt left when the last ray of light refused to touch your face
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Second one: This Land Was Once a BogThey say a swamp once lived here-The roots and mud ran deep-The ground stirred up and sloshed around-In giant muddy waves-It's said the women living then-Could see there in the shallow-And tell the future straight ahead-Where the water was most clear-I wonder, is it still there now-Can we become insightful-Learn from the past so far behind-And learn to see the future through the murk-
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Third one, I Camp on the MountaintopI camp on the mountaintopWhen spring comes aroundWhen everyone is frolickingI barely go outI don't like how the warmthMakes them happy and contentI want to share miseryHere in my frozen tent