I have tried conversing with poetry
but soon realised that
that is all you see
... at least, most of the time.
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these are all woven words
and I, merely a force creating
not really a person
not really... nothing.
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I have realised that these words
soon cease to be mine.
they become your reflection
or stories brought to life.
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are intruiging words all that you see?
have you ever noticed these pieces of me?
...maybe that is why I prefer this
because there is less of me to see.
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how does one pick out a person
from all these metaphors?
how can you find a soul
within these glass doors?
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I tried conversing with poetry
but now know
that no matter how pretty they are
words don't have souls.
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but these words
take pieces of mine
everywhere they go
even if you never know.
18:25
07.01.23
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A Diary of Soul (Unedited Version)
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