Paper boats
I am a paper boat,
Floating in a lonesome river,
I used to be true devout,
Now, I am an eternal sinner,
Who will house me,
With my ragged attire,
And my box of lies,
So now my life's a satire,
Written by a comic unwise,
Where I became the boat,
that once used to float.
She is a paper boat,
Floating in a desolate river,
She once wrote a note,
To her birth giver,
Now she roams the streets,
With her philosophical thoughts,
And all her reckless feats,
have brought in her a drought,
that she struggles to fulfill,
To pass her time,
Her spirits she kills,
She is an ironical poem, with no rhyme,
Floating in the abyss,
Of her youthful bliss.
He is a paper boat,
Floating in a dreary river,
He once wore a blue coat,
And his light could make you shiver,
Now he sits in a cell, like cubical,
Waiting for days to end,
His tasks have made him so cynical,
and his smile he fails to mend,
He is an antithesis,
Of his younger eternal optimistic self,
And all that's left of his times are pieces,
He foolishly hopes to regain himself,
He struggles to remain afloat; drowning,
In his shadow from eighteen.
I am a paper boat,
She is a paper boat,
He is a paper boat,
We are three paper boats,
Floating in the never-ending hope,
Provided by time,
It's not gaining us a single dime,
Yet tightly we hold on to the rope,
Of the river's flow,
All we have do is row,
With the million paper boats,
All floating, let's see where we go.
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Vessels
Walked under a band of candy floss clouds dusted with ash from the weather’s sorrow-lit cigarette, not far, a gutter, a snare drum for the rain beats, and the day marches on.
As any child would, we played with paper boats and guided them down the storm drain, and we saw tomorrow unfold before us, who we are and where we are going to be. Our homes walked away where they once stood, and the waves…
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Listen to it and much more on the #MusicMonday playlist.
@osornios
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It was raining hard today.
It made me want to snuggle into my blankets.
It made me want to sit by the window in my room and get lost in a good book while rain hummed in the background.
It made me want to watch my comfort shows.
It made me want to indulge in a steaming bowl of noodles.
It made me want to stand and take in the pleasant earthy scent accompanying the rain.
It made me want to fall asleep and wake up to the sound of rain against my window.
It made me want to wrap my hands around a sizzling cup of coffee.
It made me want to dance in the rain.
It made me want to make tiny paper boats and jump into puddles.
Instead I spent the entire time worrying about water getting into my shoes and my socks getting soggy and cars splashing mud onto my clothes and the hindrance it caused in my tasks for today.
Today was a reminder 'not to let the responsibilities of adulthood take away from my innerchild'.
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Unresolved
I set those paper boats
lit with candles,
meant to symbolize hope and wishes
to be granted,
but for me
a visualization of
letting go of resentment
held on to me,
circling some drain my thought process
waiting for some resolution
until I realized
it was not me
to push forward consequences
for their actions
given their position of power,
but rather my hope
in the meanwhile
that someone else will step up,
or that in absence of resolution,
I will grow to be someone
worthy as an equal
to dismantle the toxins injected.
#poetry
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Wisptober Day 19: Paper
"A small red paper boat adventure and strange Fishes."
A few minute before midnight! Didnt had a lot of time today so I used a bit more digital to finish it.TTuTT
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