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[empathyundertow]

The Roar Among the Quiet

As said but it came from none Only the eternal struggle of sword and shield amongst the plains Decades, centuries, even in the war you’ve seen and partake War where cause and effect exists beyond where you’ve been born Never left That battlefield of steel and bone shrapnel Tore even deeper than skin but the soul milked over the eyes The heart which somedays breathes and sometimes seizures I have made thousands of paintings I can’t remember In a battle of oceans of words New to repetitive metaphors in the anatomy of beauty and pain Blessed, as well, by new waters which flow from pens of strangers In this endless abyss of faceless allies and opposition There is a strong desire For good Great for all that is and ever was That which consists in a word I either never knew or always forget I share to you my welcoming homefront Awaiting when the silent fight breaks from the sky’s crackle Which, in the abyssal darkness, thickets the void With a single flash, a sprinkle of light And a groan that crawls all that endlessly The horn that brings back sound only for everyone and I to Stand still and watch patiently in the moment I am not sure what any of that means Though, I present to you the I against I All that is me Oh Fortuna, I bleed a blood I can’t see

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[goldustwomun]

Thank you for following and sharing my work. Writing here is mostly a hobby but I enjoy more eyes that cross over my work. Especially from another writer. I've seen some of your work and I am honored by the attention. Lmao. Thank you again and I look forward to seeing whatever letters you string together.

AH dont be silly sweets, was in love with your writing when i stumbled across it, and for u to return the compliment is such a thoughtful gesture so thank uuu! 🤍🤍

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[everyonespoetry]

In a Book, I Felt Loved by Someone

Fixated and and check the pivot The move of the joint that which arms harm make radius Swirl it The straw in the glass rumbles of glass geometric the math of drunk The ice which jingles once the eyes of love She walked away and never came back in your second of infatuation So your infatuated slowly ran from where you were The drop of an arm that point strong the triangle the point it turns The hammer it knocks the arm it knocks The door gets clocked and the time you came in the met always watched A rock that feels sorrow The human which never moves What be the blink of a mouth the sadness conversation could have evade This terrible sense of a Shakespearean ending It was true all the words died in the end What poison saw it in the quiver of eyelashes How your hair droops wet in a warm cloudless sunshine of a day What a Saturday What is it like to sit and be numb in the ass and the heart To sit for hours and forget what its like to cry Could it be that if you could, it would wash away you? It’s terrible to admit you are sadness It’s horrifying to realize the sadness is who you are Give it a rest; no, it lacks power naps Essence of rest, handkerchiefs could hit pipes and if I dry this Sandy desert eyes The sent of tobacco atleast takes away anxiety There is hope in clarity that learning will soon leave away from hatred From the guilt and terror of the full knowing and come in with the blessing that the same knowledge brings clarity be it a blanket regardless how rough the texture the fabric may be You can always sob into it and know Eventually Sooner or later You’ll be able to stop soaking it with your sodium sands in your opticals

An original poem submitted by  empathyundertow

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[empathyundertow]

The King and the Stone Apple

Upon the throne with the dust of eternities forgotten Was once a man who became so much more regarded than merely ____

A crown of metals and fabrics lost to time and power Created by hands with the sole purpose of others to know Sockets where once were eyes so fierce, they could pierce the earth Both see, know, and swallow the soul of a cadaver A skull which now falsely exposes the dusted teeth of man Who’s was so powerful it made the knees of armies kneel and break The torn attire which design could only be endless In marvelous stitching which elegantly quilted the brightest and darkest Of the words such a king spoke Which once came from the throat of a heart so pure yet so righteous Gods were his mouthpiece Where one’s own heartbeat could beat long enough Could become more real than the world it was birthed in Not a man, but something that very words could come true And omen spring plague of all shades His palms held an apple and it was stone It had been and always ever will be Such a sight to the dead king of kings Forgotten to the throne --------------------- I kneeled in this dark, threaded corner of the world Not in praise and faith to a forgotten lord I never knew No I am an archaeologist of a time and world long different A place where the night sky was brighter than white and stars which be voids to no end nor beginning I expected far less of this place than of my own world Yet I’ve seen a language Heard of many memories I do not understand I kneel for I break and I weep To a fear I can not understand

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[empathyundertow]

Drawn From the Intoxicated Metaphysical

From the room of a strange land’s studio apartment Remnants of spiderwebs ooze drip in fractured patterns from the ceiling Like the point-press of a paint brush Guess at heart I’m an artist Even when the heart partly plays metaphorical in feeling Like a seed in a cement brick in a water balloon at the bottom of the basket of a hot air balloon rising in the atmosphere of straight gas foreign iodine That was my eye, the line of sight where my other eye was on Keeping close watch on myself and my functional parts Clapped my face’s skin till the metal perspires and I weld from that chalk A Pyrite to patch my own walking persona

Tip a nodded notion at the stranger last mention with sunglasses Shades tipped very Christ-like Holes opaque of the weathered experience in the limelight That’s what breathing in the reflections at night was like Through the destitute of a travel paragliding off the inertia from only the most highest anointed of metals I was blacksmithed in blacksmith in blacksmith in blacksmith Forged to remember referring to the kettle as Kettle Poured out the soul to no one but the solid sounds instrumental and every turning point doing the mad dash past sun and moon Such and such Another reckoned thought gets wrecked until order’s bestowed Least enough to be categorized as acceptable Especially when the borders of law and chaos or whatever might you subject to label as what Occurs to be inevitable Once voyaged to something known only as the soul destinated Empirically throned by one as the end of what you started Is the abstract of what the you considers what art is Whether come to conclusion or dearly departed That is where I wish to say my heart is

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[empathyundertow]

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Never had the urge to build a tower I was too fascinated by the ground All of it, all of it, all of it, made me cower So I dug underground In my shadows making stories, faked enlightenment For what I thought worth to be profound I looked at silhouettes with light in it and there was no candle around The cowardly loves history So I became fascinated with the clouds I think what puts fear in me Is my influence of what surrounds

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[empathyundertow]

This Little Town of Nowhere

It still all seems lost on me Ability to perceive anything here in the centuries seemingly Incoherently categorized Making order and law to the chaos that of which surrounds me I could not tell you the several dozen lifetimes walking in this Internally eternal firefly lamp post light of the nights Always awake, never fatigued Yet never feeling anything other than curiosity As the stories of all the unknowns and heroes and misfortunate Are there, seemingly, solely for me to uncover and recognize As either post-apocalyptic allegories that are strange in moral lesson or fables which derive their meanings from forgotten Pagan rationale I am truly of the belief I will never understand all the whys and hows Only that it seems predestined for me to have to at the very least Witness it Breathe it in Know, name, and subjugate every single tale to no one of this void With each one is a little bit more of my senses lost Memory gone and mind shattered Slowly but surely I await the only true death that I know Of not being aware anymore One day, I am no witness

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[empathyundertow]

It Stormed the Night Before

Around 9:30PM to be called in with utmost haste When the coffee grounds still didn’t escape the roof of my mouth We were on the scene in room caked in cologne musk Tobacco dust and the aroma of a particular night some forlorn whiskey drinking It was around the time I arrived a story was constructed on my arrival Four friends at the card game, things slowly soured out and somehow each one faded at the table without struggle Almost like they willingly gave in to the drowsiness Passed out to never wake Wasn’t much else to gaze from this place besides no names Playing fool games on rotten floorboards of a cheap room Rain pelted the glass and that was the only sound to accompany The soft, confused murmurs of my colleagues An educated guess for what went down I finished my smoke, finally leaving my full spirit with the rest here Flipping hands of cards Each winning, each lucky in respect to the Texas showdown Of one of the cheap cigars, my finger goes along to the burnt ash end Wet near the rim Fentanyl Guess this is a start to the understanding The fact they lay here undisturbed with almost a smile in their peace Leaves me with a sense of unease Something so unsettling in this vague guess of how it all ended The rest of the men continued their theories, but I suppose This was answer enough As soon as I felt the natural frown form on me I could feel the wind carry me along Soon, fading off into the depths of a rainy night At a speed far too quick for me to really comprehend where I was heading Through the atmosphere and every moment of my life before

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[empathyundertow]

Of Fortune

In come the light Eyes open Out of the bed to day break The weather is nice

Cool

Of this week name change to Suns of August Though a Southern Summer is always rain Personally I prefer distance onlook to that backdrop A warm ray is still welcoming before and after still With so many people around on my way outside Hard not to be painted with alacrity I’m colorfully paranoid in that warmth I feel alive

Cool, Yeah Yeah Yeah, Cool

Not as if this is something out of the ordinary There is still definitely many days of light and sun in this world I should say, there are many good days even without sun Weather does not dominate that which the great sound and wonder may be The air carried by the breeze, vented by the sky is nice in different shades I think a picked picture perfect is preference but still good I should be thankful to that

Cool, Cool, Yeah

Not like there is anything special to be alive to Random Number Generation placed me nice and simple Strategic position combined with my own intuition puts in A fraction of a whole number’s percentage chance of possibly “Not having a good time” to say it nicely Though to not experience it really gives the satisfaction To the opposite of that which is a fear implanted in the genetic compounds of my genetics and brain Coordinated by the multitudes of papers and dust and forgotten visuals my ancestors left me in mere hairs of grand emotions which randomly spiked in single events throughout their lives All accumulating to the sudden moment which is now Me calmly walking on a nice, distance watching of families and those I don’t know Jovial in their plans for the evening I can’t help but put all the unnecessarily complex thoughts to the side and just think that it’s a nice day

“Cool.”

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[empathyundertow]

The Lenin Wastes

It takes 365 milliseconds in your one life To suddenly experience the esoteric human curse Where you stop moving the way you normally do To ponder As you just witnessed for the first time the self Indefinitely from then on is the unwarranted signature of agreement We textile amongst  the rest of the living by the same regard Considerate of the dress Unchanged by the innovation of the culture of how to wear Witness the up and coming new monarchy rained in cotton Beholder the new theocratic martyr whose roughness by silk Evenly displays next with a general and their fanciful leather These endless patchworks of progress One might think it unnecessary to think of every full turn Of the wooden wheel which presses down the needle Only which to weave it back up and continue It is difficult to even consider way more to the second skin The purpose it presents Maybe all that we stitch doesn’t even need to be thought of back to the start In all of all that we sow Maybe that inside myself is too open to too many a ceremony I just become lost in the idea of the living symbol and every named icon that ever moved or laid still around me Perhaps it is time to go over it one last time Over what might have been missed

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[empathyundertow]

The Aspect in All Eyes

I always wondered what image a god would take to me I didn’t grow up until I learned I could never really know yet I heard before all my thoughts the pieces lay in all and others I will admit to shamefully dragging my feet for years Ascend to my elderly Every recollection, the thumb fast paces a flip book To every moment I recall I can’t recall the expression I make and I surely over-color the scenery What was always left undrawn Was the grand desire of the model to my life in others For great monoliths of life’s experiences To the testaments of another person to statue behavior to me Have them monumented as obelisks of wisdom in my mind As I reach to my elderly I shamefully admit I held scorn for not finding aspects of gods in any of their eyes and I hatefully admit I lacked the light in my own worth perceiving and giving Hateful to admit that it stings On harshly that is said and written Without praise to what is said in stone and what isn’t in stone Regardless of how right it is or isn’t

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