Sven Selle
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Poem - I'd rather mess it up with you, than keep you in a box
I remember times when we talked for the pure joy of talking to each other. We shared, laughed and cried. We spoke of anything our hearts desired. Mostly it was pure spontaneity, spoken raw. It's lead us to the uncharted and in this uncharted we were discoverers of each other.
By Sven Selle4 years ago in Poets
The Eternal Dancer
Today let's change the rules by which we've played. Release the past and all is once more ours to claim. There has only ever been now, yet when we own the past it shrouds the nows in the cloak of illusions spell. Tantalizing, yet these are not the dreams we've once held.
By Sven Selle4 years ago in Poets
An echo from the past
Have you noticed? Social media keeps us in the past. As does everything ever written, directed and composed, even if it was made to last. It may be beautiful, yet it is past and due its date. And from that time and space, nothing new will ever be made.
By Sven Selle4 years ago in Poets
Silent Shores
I see a line drawn. How did it get there? Did I draw it, was it you or did we both draw it? Communication seems to fall short of this line. Perhaps the depth expressed is too deep for you to meet me at this moment on the journey. Perhaps I cannot reach the shallowness of your shores. Though now I am assuming and here lies the danger of creating illusions spell. Instead I will speak of what I know to be my truth.
By Sven Selle4 years ago in Poets