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Where are the genuine guys at?

Where are the genuine guys at? Who like to talk about the weirdest and randomest of stuff, Who ask you how your day has been going, Who stay consistent, like a river that never stops flowing. Where are the genuine guys at? I would really like to know. I want to experience more than desire, More… read more

Across

There's fear in a pattern There's sadness in rhyme Yet matters on Saturn If given the time They sing if you listen As sure if you don't When watching, they glisten But maybe you won't You scant need be present And can't if absconded For voices too pleasant Yet left unresponded For balconies… read more

Yeah

Sometimes I miss my pen, How excruciating it was back then. To be left when my feelings were in a clash— But why was it so easy for you to dash?

Exhale

If a "can't" or a "couldn't" or "mustn't" you feel You're stuck waiting on fate for the wounds you won't heal For a stick you'd unstuck if the planets align For a lie you relive for a moment you're "fine" But if "fine" is enough for a life you live now Then it's fine until "fine" finally comes to a… read more

Prep

I read our tapestry of fate, And weep for the choice I make. I am not meant to be your mate My fate to weave you for her sake She's ready to take my place It knocked the air out of my soul I still want to follow your pace But It was never meant to be my role Condemn to watch your new life, Forced… read more

Some souls are oceans, hiding storms beneath their calm.

We laugh with strangers, We smile through pain, We lose a little, yet love again. Somewhere between who we are and who we pretend to be, We're all just searching for someone who sees the real me. From Internet

True

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I thought it was nothing, That you would remain a nobody. But undeniably, there is something— You have become a somebody. You captivated my heart so easily, Though you might doubt this sincerity. It may sound cliché and cheesy, But I find comfort in our familiarity. My love happened so… read more

The fake sincerity

You know what the most exhausting thing is? No, it’s not trying again and again, Not being patient, I’m afraid. It’s pretending to be someone You are not, While your heart is Always on the spot. It’s the exhaustion That no one can see, While another person says That she knows me. But what can I… (edited) read more

Hi

How do you write "I choose violence" in poetry?

"Davy J. Calls"

Just a sail in the night Blood all over the sea Just a lonely tune Weeps into my ears A signal I've lost Somewhere in the dark Just the echo of curses I hear inside my mind Found my way In dark waters I ride into the wild Now my body Feels lighter I don't need any ground Now I know It was… read more

The wait

Its funny how time isnt still but I am, Everyones moving and running but i cant, Perfect image in every shot makes me wonder, Why I think and feel with every blunder. The past forgot me today and I worry more, Waves that flow yet never reach the shore. If i pass the hill once more is it worth the… (edited) read more

📜

I wouldn't trade my solitude for a little love. For a lot of love, yes. But a lot of love is itself a kind of solitude.

The Unraveling

If the folds of time crease the skin once more, Send the wailing shadows to the shore, And free the memories of pain and violence, Through the motionless deep the soul finds silence, And when a storm seeks to break the sand, scattered like ashes from a weary hand, Remember to spill a tear and break… (edited) read more

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I thought being alone would feel like losing, like empty rooms and nights spent choosing. But somewhere between goodbye and me, I found a kind of peace I couldn’t see. The world feels brighter, the silence feels kind, and somehow I’m happier inside my own mind. I’m not missing pieces, I’m not… read more

Blind

The ignorance of some, will not be undone, They come in all shades. No truth, no kindness rests there, Only a frozen carcass white in decay, They rise for all of them. Pillaging and bleeding out the life, Until nothing remains but your way, Blind and proud never taught the wise But history only… read more

Road

Leaves by Elsie N. Brady How silently they tumble down And come to rest upon the ground To lay a carpet, rich and rare, Beneath the trees without a care, Content to sleep, their work well done, Colors gleaming in the sun. At other times, they wildly fly Until they nearly reach the sky. Twisting,… read more

Inspired by my flu

Notice of Unauthorised Experiment Flu enters sideways, submits a dubious form to your cranial administration. Head pressure hums— a covert trial running in the background, altering the field without announcing its ontology. Ache files a grievance with the… read more

Tchaikovsky in the Pines

I was listening to Tchaikovsky, Feeling soft and weary. Feathery thoughts, And the coffee I bought Vaporized and drifted to the north. I cannot fly_ But my cries can be piercing. Fearing strangers is a routine of mine. It may be the one that can't still be define. A lake behind the pine trees, I… read more

So tonight, I will stop fighting. I will let the tears come crashing like a storm against the shore. I will stop apologizing to the darkness for not being strong anymore. I will cry for what was taken, for what never got to be, for the parts of me I buried just to keep the peace.

See me

I have a lot to tell you, So much I want to say, But you are not quite listening, You look the other way. I have so much to show you, Bright things I found to share, But you are busy looking down, And you are never there. So I am growing quiet, I lock up all my heart, And keep my words inside… read more

What does growth actually feels like in the moment?

Like the seed which is planted Like the tree everyone wanted Like the plant that takes eons of time to give you the fruits you want by the end of night Like the work is never enough Like the process might just be lyin Like the seed might just die Like the wings might never save you from… read more

I don't want a relationship

I don't want a relationship, I want a soul connection, I want to find the person's who's arms I fit best in I don't want a relationship I relationship I want passion and fire, I want a union filled with desire. I don't want a relationship I want peace and harmony, I want to find that person with… (edited) read more

Love Through Time

I cried today Thinking of the possibility That maybe the only way I reach you Is through history If soul mates are real And math is true What are the statistics That I ever really meet you? But then, What do I do? Do I scour textbooks Hoping to find some trace of you? Do I write my every… read more

Last one chosen

I sit and watch them pick and choose, Another game I seem to lose. I wait my turn against the wall, Just hoping I get picked at all. I want to be the very first, To quench this quiet, heavy thirst. To have someone point straight at me, And say, "It's you I want to see." Instead, I wait until the… (edited) read more

Everything is fine

Ouch

You don't have to pretend you're okay with the loneliness just because you're strong enough to handle it.

Sunlight drying Your green tears My willow tree Don't weep I'm here Lean into me

Inspired by "The Map that Leads to You"

Transit A stray vector slides into another. Spacetime leaves a door ajar. Impact rearranges the internal weather. The moment thickens, elastic, and two lives stop negotiating with tomorrow. Time loosens its grip: the second widening into a field you can stand in. Tomorrow is a… read more

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Drive

I'm there in the morning The dusk and the dawn My blurriness warning My everyday drawn I look like I am Know not how I feel Without my reflection Am I here or real? I'm never alone By the frames on the wall The pool in the garden Garage in the mall Wherever I go You're there in my hand When I turn… read more

Whispers in the night

Anxiety creeps in as darkness falls, a shadow draped where silence calls. The mirror reflects a questioning gaze, haunted by doubts that set hearts ablaze. Will I find peace in the stillness of night? Will their whispers linger, turn warmth to fright? Did I touch the world, or just… read more

A love that can not be

What if the night, in shadows deep, Adored the sun, a burning star, Her ardent love she could not keep, Forever bound to gaze afar. A whisper in the cooling breeze, A sigh upon the moonlit dew, She yearned through silent, ancient trees, For warmth she never could pursue. Their worlds in constant,… read more

Are you

Are you the day's warm, golden grace, Or distant twinkle in night's deep space? A sudden beam, a brilliant spark, Or shadows hidden in the dark? Are you the laughter, free and bright, A gentle hand, a guiding light? Or lost in fear, a whispered plea, Afraid to show the world your me?

Yestermoon's Beam

If the wind were a murmur What would she mean Would you listen, or learn her Share secrets unseen Would you skip, would you frolic From two to a dream Would you leave melancholic For yestermoon's beam

Hope Springs lasts

I came carrying spring to a garden that had forgotten its name— with rain still sleeping in my hands, and roses I had saved from another season. But some doors learn the shape of silence so well, they mistake a knock for a warning. So I left the flowers by the threshold, not knowing whether they… read more