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You will come back. You will try again. Those tired hands will raise the sword again. You are a warrior, the best I've known. Right now you're crumbling with the waves. But I see you. And with the fire reflected in your eyes, I know you will rise to fight again.
Katie, 15:45
"I wanna love everything about you, if you don't mind", whispered the moon. She blushed a little, smiled and hummed along.
Katie, 20:00
Maybe we made all the wrong moves, clung to the vine of false hope. Now all our dreams are lost along with the stars we lassoed.
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I don't get it sometimes. Why do we need to waste so much time? Spill so much words to prove what our hearts scream all the time.
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Can we just invade each other's minds in silence; pick the snippets of our souls recklessly scattered.
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Maybe we're too loud, we failed to listen to the clues. Now we're lost as we missed the blazing fire of truth.
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I guess it's there, the answer to all the questions rambling in our head. How can a gargantuan icebeg rise at the center of our bed?
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Drawing us farther away like continents drifting. I reach for your hand, not wanting to lose you to the evening.
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If you held my hand that night and dreamed with me, maybe we could have known what's right.
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If we have listened to all the resounding symphony, we could have discovered the signs.
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In this very grave, I wonder if we ever made the right choice. For even when the storm calms, I can't hear your voice.
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What if we're wrong like the lyrics of every song we wrote? Surely, they rhymed but what about the chaotic notes?
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The mismatched pieces of puzzle we tried to fit somehow? With the disturbing sound of our hearts breaking, will we still ignore the signs?
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If the universe rubs the truth in your face, will you still stay? If every word tells you we're not meant for each other, will you push the idea away?
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For even if fate doesn't favor us, I still choose to stay. I love you with every fiber of my being is what I will repeatedly say.
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Maybe we made all the wrong moves, clung to the vine of false hope. But if we try, we can still find the dreams we lost and perhaps, all the stars we lassoed.
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-The stars we lassoed,
Katie, 15:00
Palm to Palm
When I talked about rarity;
Baby I meant synchronicity.
Or how the universe
And all the forces governing it
Had set this frienship.
I meant the swirling of fate
Janus opening the gate;
To reveal something
Our old souls may have
Perceived for light years now.
The lines on your palms;
Resembling the lines on mine;
How could they be the same?
Fascinatingly intertwined secrets;
Throbbing from a distant past.
Waiting to be unravelled;
Now that we had a glimpse;
Felt how centuries transcended;
How our souls are interconnected;
By some sacred thread.
An enigma waiting to be unearthed;
This friendship is a rarity.
It’s more than just compatibility.
In an eerie sense, I could hear;
A scream reverberating.
Across the ages;
Illuminating our faces;
Binding us palm to palm;
Engulfed in euphoric warmth!
-Stormykatie
I don't need a cartograph to locate you. You're already here, in my mind.
Always have been, forever will be.
Katie, 24:00
Even my demons stop to listen; savor the cadence of your voice rhyming with my heart, like I finally found the missing line of my unwritten poem.
-Unwritten poem,
Katie, 22:00
Is it possible darling
To occupy your heart
Fill whatever space
There is like a piece
Of puzzle that completes
The entirety of your
Exquisite universe
Before somebody
Else resides
In the depth
Of your winding mind
And tear you away
From the thinnest
Thread that connects
My entire being
To your soul
-Your soul
Katie, 23:00
If all the words constantly storming in my head could be imprinted on my skin, then I would be a walking proof of how often does your name cross even the farthest reaches of my brain. All thoughts I run when I am alone. My unsupressed yearnings. The gleam in your eyes. Your face popping irrevocably in my memory even when I don't summon it. All the love bursting from my chest, an ocean of tenderness that could drown you if I have the courage to spill it.
The good morning wishes. A proof that even in a hazy state of waking, I remember you. And I take every bit of you, inhale you like the scent of Sampaguita mixing with the morning breeze. The long talks during coffee break. The crazy jests that open a secret pathway to my heart. All these sweet nothings. I would gladly wear them as a badge. A moving poetry of untold emotions swirling me about.
I wish there's a way for all of these to be imprinted on my skin. So I can wear you. Even if it means undergoing the pain of being inked. I would willingly bare my skin for the prick of the needle, endure the feeling of being wounded in the name of art. So I can have you. In this sense, even if you choose to walk away one day, a part of you will remain. A part that I will carry for the rest of my days. A reminder that once, in my youth, I fell in love with someone like you. And in retrospect, nothing could have made life sweeter.
-Wear you like a badge,
Katie, 11:00
I was a moon and a star gazer before you came. Now that you're here, your face is all I want to see as everything else is eclipsed by the beauty of your soul.
Katie, 22:00
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London, two. A poem from my book, 412, available now. If you’d like to have your own copy, follow the website in my bio (@harrybpoetry). ———————— It’s been a while but I’m still writing poetry! I’m currently sitting on a lot of new material and it’ll probably turn into another book. I imagine I’ll upload some of it eventually but not right now. In the meantime, I’ve been working on a new format for uploading my work. I hope you like it as much as I do. ———————— Poem: Your buttoned sleeves, my tattered jeans, the day you had to leave to travel overseas. Now the distance widens with every passing second, the world won’t understand, just like you and my northern accent. ————————— #poet #poem #poetry #instapoet #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #writer #writers #writersofig #flower #poetryporn #instapoem #text #cutepoem #poetrysociety #poetrylovers #writersnetwork #creativewriting #typewriterpoetry #wordporn #writerslife #poetryisnotdead #wordsmith #typewriterseries #writerscommunity #typewriter #spilledink #writingcommunity #writings #instapoets (at Durham, Durham) https://www.instagram.com/p/B14SbWiAiLT/?igshid=ap73wgq65jj9
One-to-one. From 412, my debut poetry collection, which is out now via the link in my bio. 📦📖 Seeing my friends get back into their creative passions during these troubling times is super inspiring! I hope everyone is doing well, make sure you keep washing those hands. ☺️ . . . . . . #poet #poem #poetry #instapoet #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #writer #writers #writersofig #flower #poetryporn #instapoem #text #cutepoem #poetrysociety #poetrylovers #writersnetwork #creativewriting #typewriterpoetry #wordporn #writerslife #poetryisnotdead #wordsmith #typewriterseries #writerscommunity #typewriter #spilledink #writingcommunity #writings #instapoets (at Durham, UK) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-UlgoogiVK/?igshid=1bvei35fsmar6
different hues. a poem featured in 412. my debut poetry collection, 412, is out now and available via the link in my bio. stay cosy.