Will the true recipient of this poem please identify yourself.
Time is shorter than we think.
If it goes undelivered, at least may it live in my place.
#knightoftruth
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Will the true recipient of this poem please identify yourself.
Time is shorter than we think.
If it goes undelivered, at least may it live in my place.
#knightoftruth
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(If I a wrapย my neck and seal my lips,ย
If I straight my back and slit my wrists,ย
Release air trapped inside my breast,ย
To free the heave and aching chest,ย
Then,ย
Will God allow me rest?)
Last call for a poem- Ailsa
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If I learn to rotate my neck and hips,
If I stretch my back and click my wrists,
If I release the air trapped in my breast,
To free the heave and aching chest,
Then,
Where will you reside inside me next?
-Last Call for Poetry
Ailsa
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Like a fool I had believed the task of yoga, to sit with oneself in a blissed-out meditation,
I am here to find out, it is also an outright and raw brawl with one's inner monologue. A knife-fight over the burden of life, and control of that life.
-Shaky hands, (thoughts meant for one's diary)