Magritte Poems - Poems about Magritte

stop me if you can contained, we are all safe - little thoughtless packages if I don't think it, you won't have to you know, the "how do I get out?" question some of us absorb our own shell exist covered only by the membrane less careful with ourselves ...

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Once reflective now the glass just holds what you painted upon it smashed up pieces still the...

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I see the wood from the trees is taken they bare no malice in their spent state just disappear leaving a lonely landscape I linger in the drafting of possibilities how protection was a door how I gave back the...

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I cannot scream at the laws of the universe nor begin to understand their impact on me but I'm here ...

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left wanting more than I can offer myself this forced camaraderie doesn't improve my vision I block out the entire world for the sake of an eyelash stupefied I stand...

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no one wins in the snapshot all those tense muscles that petrify in situ efforts to move - ineffectual where is the finish line? and what's the point? this journey is featureless the mode of transport stifling so I try and outrun it blood rushes through my veins momentarily yet here I am - still - no before or after just the...

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firstly notice the neatly combed hair arms and hands would be needed for that I detect something amiss the breadth of those shoulders not those of a keen swimmer how location and the individual attributes conflict whilst beauty is only skin deep I smell a rat when skin isn't skin deep I'm in no position to judge a head full of metal...

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mark reality by a notch in a tree honest recognition of the not dissimilar I wish I wouldn't notice so much - try to make it out I should dress smart, stare blankly ...

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I'm the dead-eyed stare, tied up in stories of self I can't feel. Lighter than air, the breeze stole the blue from my eyes, tangled me in who I wish I was. Every scale lies flat - I can't move forward, suspended, caught in perfect form. Ideals shimmer just...

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Drips drop, it's the way of things You can try and be too clever Contain it, protect yourself But it's better to be rained upon It's all so beautiful before it's shaken A perfect balance It's the chaos of the set up of your own design Self sabotage Maybe we should invert all things Sail away with just a...

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flash forward to the rot all perfection spoils in a myriad of ways a perishable item should not be idolised nor allowed to take over a space for a moment though I understood placed the flat of my hand on the surface ...

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all things are covered over given texture, rather than context so much so that it all becomes hard to believe until you realise, you didn't need to believe at all nothing matters - is the stark reality let us all close our eyes to it take odd comfort in presentation grid patterns and sockets haunt the absence of absence something...

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concentrate on periphery it's less dangerous or slippery edges blur, focus soften don't question reality so often frame the answer that you avoid then let thinking slide so not destroyed disregard what's out of view it may be core or coating that's untrue perfection doesn't need attention be happy, comply with convention easels stand with three points of contact laws...

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take your thoughts stuff them into a non thing the thoughts and the nothingness breathed in and out ...

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it's clouded obscured just enough variety to throw you off there's no such thing as a penetrating gaze no beyond nor here or there ...

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