Day 2147, little bird.
Day's pictures, PoetryPoetry
Day 2146, meaning.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The branches close to me move slightly
the trees in the distance are dark
in a blur
it feels to me like chaos
paused
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I just stare at it
wondering why
I want it to mean something to me
Day 2144, prevention.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I made it easier to climb higher
it takes some planning and effort
but the view is great
~
besides the view
I can also easily clean the different exhausts
coming out of the place where I live
and prevent a fire
Day 2143, I see you.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see you every day
walking in different directions
at the same time
at the same place
~
you are a different person
each day
for some reason
you are always there
~
I don’t know you
though I could wait for you
where I see you
we might meet
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and if we don’t
I will imagine you
your life
what you do
Day 2139, abandoned.
Day's pictures, Poetry
This room was abandoned, but from the street, I could see the most beautiful light reflecting.
It is a shame that no one is inside to enjoy this treat.
Maybe I can help fix the windows and clean up, so she can wake up again in her old room with the beautiful view.
Day 2138, thoughts.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I stacked large pieces of paper, in my imagination.
They are unwritten with all my thoughts.
I feel them, but don’t know where they are.
Day 2137, missing.
Daily picture, Poetry
Only the reflection shows my darkness.
Day 2136, perfection.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Even if the thin layer between breaks perfectly, the other will still seep, in.
Perfection is just part of the illusion.
Day 2135, empty inside.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The plants in this window are still watered; there is some life in there.
I wonder who it is, that still lives in this dilapidated house.
Maybe a caretaker waters the plants, once a week.
Day 2134, children.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I only look at one side of the world, through blinds almost closed; the light is too loud.
I see children playing, serious, like only they can do.
Day 2133, impostor?
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see, where I get into you, your face
it is weathered but still shines.
Your posture, tells a different story,
what part of you is lying.
Day 2132, at home.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You can still see inside when you get close enough,
but you will not know if I am home.
Day 2131, symbolism.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Is your dreamcatcher hanging in the window
there to catch your dreams from leaving or entering,
or is it just a gift, a trinket you bought to decorate your life?
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You even have a tiny lighthouse that doesn’t work
standing close to it. What are you telling me?
Day 2130, who are you looking at.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Through a window, we can look outside
or inside if the drapes are open and the lights are on.
Day 2129, frozen anger.
Day's pictures, Poetry
One word landed wrong, at the right time
and I lashed, wildly in the direction of you.
Day 2128, my eyes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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