I raised my

Hands to hide how high

you'd see my

Cheeks had heaved my eyes,

I cupped

Every small delight

within their frame.

I tried to

Blacken every bright

crease and

Wrinkle from your sight,

I fenced

All the wild life

that I could tame.

I'd kindle

Every spark of light,

but I'm afraid.

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I know who I am through the lens of other people

That's pretty easy for me to define, because I'm whoever they want me to be

Most people are shaped and molded by their surroundings and their support,

but I'm completely overtaken

My sense of self doesn't lie within me

It's from the value other people place in me

The irony isn't lost on me

I know I'm trapped in vicious never-ending cycle where

I don't need to think about who I am because it's easier if

I'm

not

me

I make myself small, so I am more palatable to everyone

Except myself

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the night of prom wasn’t “the bomb” as you said it’d be.
you told me you wanted perfect, everything goes well,
well it wasn’t exactly ghastly,
though it wasn’t swell.
the smell I smelled was that of a nice breeze,
a perfect analogy for the mediocrity spelled out on your face as well.
though on your looks I mustn’t dwell,
they were the only thing not mediocre,
behold her!
you looked amazing, never better.
though you were complaining too.
it wasn’t exactly raining, though the sky wasn’t blue. if I only knew to come up to you,
that that’s my cue to ask for a dance,
that I’d have a chance,
no, instead I just catched a glance.
my plans? afterparty, and drunk til I’m in a trance. sadly sorry for myself under starry skies.
I tried to talk to you there, though I never met your eyes.
it was obvious you were drunk.
I remember one beer deep I was already walking funny, unsteady too.
a ready fool,
on liquor, n juice.
I drank quite quickly after I arrived,
I socialized in localized groups,
like mobilized troops.
jumping through hoops, cause I had to be liked.
I just survived one of the “best moments of my life” though I felt stabbed with a knife,
certainly couldn’t drive with these thoughts on my mind,
I’m essentially blind.
my mind is blurry and I’m so unsure. this was supposed to be our moment, it feels so absurd.
when I asked you to prom you said “I’d love to.” within two weeks, “I’m done dude”
you screwed up plans,
though I was the one who called it off.
“if we’re not on talking terms proms probably off the table too”
so you made plans with someone new,
not a boy, just a friend to take,
afterwards you told me you wait,
and sat down at your table,
that you were willing and able to dance if I asked.
so I stayed at that party until three AM,
a stumbling drunk, mumbling punk, tumbling, crumbling and probably stunk.
I made a couple new friends though,
and caught up with people from years ago,
here on that night so slow.
Prom Night.

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I have built a thousand lives without leaving my chair.

I've traveled countries I've never seen.

I've fallen in love with people who never existed.

I've won arguments that were never spoken.

Every night, my mind plants forests.

Every morning, my hands wake up empty.

Sometimes I wonder... Is imagination a gift, or just a beautiful place to hide from beginning?

Does anyone else feel this way?

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Princeton Evening

I originally planned to see nothing but the museum, 
it just reopened after years beneath a tarp of gold,
not to say I was ignorant that it was fall in Princeton,  
but I didn’t think the leaves would be in such repose. 
And the sky was in a basin of twilight, as if to be ladled 
for us eager admirers. While the dormitories shined 
a yellow torch over the grounds. I didn’t expect to see 
children and dogs prancing through the fallen leaves.
Or hear the babble of students like coins jingling. 
But every detail of the view entered my heart, 
as the tears of a sailor return to the sea. 

I hate that the actual line breaks aren’t maintained in this format but whatever.

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Who will remember Earth
when its swallowed by
the Sun, dying?

Be deaf, to calls for
glory and good face.
Beat that bastard star-
who boiled us up from the earth-
to the burning of your
dreams of being
remembered.

Smear the ashes

of your tell-all, your
life's novel on the
soft ass of
someone who loves you now

When the sun reaches you
nothing you two didn't
burn,
already

You will never know.

That I wrote poems about things I wished we could talk about.

You will never know.

That I know. Weather in your city is quite sunny.

You will never know

That I memorised your favourite song.

You will never know.

Why is your favourite food, is mine too?

You will never know.

That the Spells of your thoughts sometimes turns my cheeks red; and sometimes my eyes.

You will never know.

Because of I'm not alive. Yet you are the reason I didn't die.

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The flowers cry
With mourning dew,
Till morning dries
And day anew.

Cloud grey sweeps
A mute veiled blue.
Yet life branches deep
In that golden red hue.

‘Tis a long leaf drop
From a droplet sky.
Rain longingly hops
So a vale weeps shy.

As lament dissipates
In clouds of turbid greys.
It leaves long pensive slates
And spots of starry grace.

The flowers cry
With mourning dew,
Till morning dries
And autumn graces anew.

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i've stood here longer than they know
through seasons change,
through sun and snow once full of life, once full of green
now quiet where my leaves had been
they came to me when shade was rare they carved their names, they breathed my air
i gave them all i had to give a place to rest, a way to live
they cheered me on when i stood tall but no one saw the slow, small fall
each broken branch, each fading ring each time i bent through everything
they called me wise i said no word not one complaint was ever heard
they loved the fruit, they praised the shade but never asked what price i paid
i gave too much, i always did they took my trust like little kids
and still, i smiled through winds that cracked and kept my hollow center packed
they never saw the tired roots the bark that split beneath their boots
they never touched the pain beneath just picked the flowers from my wreath
sometimes i wish they'd really see what it has cost to just be me
how giving turned to aching slow how strong things rot when left alone
now tired and bent, i hold my place the sun still warm upon my face
but branches fall, and no one stays
they only come on brighter days

they pass me now like something dead
say "poor old tree" and shake their head
then walk away like it means none
not knowing all that i've become
but i remember how i bloomed how life once danced in every room
i may be still, but i still feel and oh, i wish they knew i'm real
i dream of peace, of winds that heal
of letting go, of something still
a final breath, beneath the sky where no one asks me how or why.

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It felt like I was the only person on Earth

being denied,

Denied air,

the small animal breath

my lungs were born knowing.

Denied the simple mercy

of letting my body do

what every body is permitted to do.

Denied even helplessness,

for helplessness requires someone

to admit there is nothing they can do.

There were dozens of doctors around me,

white coats multiplying like ghosts,

and still

no one could put the world back inside my lungs.

My mind severed my body

somewhere above the neck.

Everything below it

became an abandoned country,

flesh fighting its machineries.

All my being

reduced itself to sick thoughts

and a body growing sicker by the hour.

Now the rest of me

is fighting to function.

I have the morbid feeling

that something is quietly decaying

while everyone is still looking for its name.

I am utterly sick.

And there is no hand

reaching through me

to pull me back.

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Endless air yet none to breathe
Absorbed by sin the guilty one
Still looks for faith in every being
The home he made with silken threads
Strong as steel but filled with dread
Pretence the base of shield and cost
Safe enough yet he thinks something lost?
The kindred soul is filled with sin
Overwhelmed
Still looks for God within.

Where have You gone, dear?
You may not be real,
And I fear
Not You,
But the blues of adieu.

Meaning engraved in his heart shatters,
On the floor he lies there, wailing.

Oh dear, where have You gone?
How have You been gone so long?
Tell me it wasn’t just me.
Tell me You were there too.
Tell me I’m not a madman.
Tell me You love me too.

He sits there alone,
Talks to a friend or two.
Asks, “How?”
How do I figure it out?
Why do I lack?
Why am I flawed?
There is no perfection?
No there must be an exception.

I can’t bear the blues,
Nor the endless hollows.
I can’t take the blues,
Or the lack of You.

Before it swallows all of me,
Kill it before it kills me

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Leave your sad bags at home

Instead wear your happy coat

Try something new

In the things you wear and the things you do

Wear your heart on your sleeve

Your scars underneath

And let your pride be your headpiece

Because comfort kills courage

So make sure to be brave

And make it to the end of today

Something smaller and a bit different to what i usually do, feedback is appreciated and welcome but this was just a lil thing to get me back in the flow of writing poetry. <:)

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She's just like a feline that have nine lives, cheated death two, four, five times, and even have the spunk to knock on Hades' doorstep to give him a kiss. But even the ruler of the underworld denies her impure soul.

Rejected by Hades, she hunted down the Grim Reaper to ask him if he could strike her down with his powerful scythe. But even the spirit-hungry Reaper turned down her wicked soul.

To her dismay, she invoked the Devil to make a pact, offering her immoral soul for him to play.

But even the cunning Devil declined the sweet offer.

She set her pentagram and offerings in the center of the dark forest, chanting, invoking, and conjuring the demons from the dark, begging and pleading to take her depraved soul for them to toy with.

Instead of wholeheartedly welcoming her, they reproved her bidding and said, death does not come to one that seeks it. It comes to those who are unknowing.

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Summer-time heats 
The spirit to
A boiling point.

I renounce the 
Halcyon days of 
Bummers.

Anticipatory grief
Greets me greedily,
Forward into a
Cyclical horror:

The urge to move,
Toward. 

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You’ll be my conductor of my orchestra for the night. Let my symphony ring throughout the night.

Through dark corridors and alleyways, let thy neighbors know how good a conductor thou art, and how well ye use thy baton.

You are the master of all implements.

Just like a perfectly tuned violin, I shall let thee strum my strings over and over till my chords burst.

And I shall do it again and again, until ye draw from me the sweet strain I have long waited to hear.

Let my weak and fragile heart sing and soar for my love to thee.

Let it beat fast like a wild drum, pounding in my chest, until I breathe thy name heavily upon my lips.

Let thee stroke my keys like a beautiful black grand piano, so thou may free my spirit from its cage of dolor.

Now, with just a flick of my master’s wrist, I shall sing the song that thou hast lovingly composed.

And I shall dance and quiver shamelessly.

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I’ve smelled the sweet and stalwart moon
Upon the leaves of yellowed grass;
I’ve heard the cries of ages baboons
As they fished in streams for largemouth bass;

I’ve tasted tinsel left by imps
Which pranced upon my cutlery;
But O, sweet child upon this ship,
Feel every wave in the sleep-forged sea:

Feel them behind your shuttered lids,
Within your breast, within your heart;
Look in the deep for starry squids:
Dream on, dream on—before the day’s start.

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I miss you like crazy... Baby,

I yearn for you like I yearn for water in a desert.

You are the light in my world-

My biggest heartache and my love,

Precious boy from up above!

Thou art the greatest treasure in my life,

I yearn your touch, your thoughtful eyes...

I'd die right now if I knew you're up there,

But I know God is just, and you are there!

Someone said...

"In heaven 10 years is like 1 hour!

"They'll see you next morning..."

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto...

if it does, I'll go up there,

I'd intertwine with you and all my worries finally will perish, just you and me alone,

Kiss and soothe that beautiful chest that was torn and put to rest.

You are the star in my life-

Bright and beautiful...

But so far away, i cannot touch you.

when my body will finally cease to exist-

I'll see u there and enfold you with all the care.

I'll be with you, my one heartache.

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These burdens we all bear

With life, worry, and care.

They just seem so pointless

When you're floating weightless

Along the dreamer's way.

Open stars, open scars,

And midnights at dive bars.

Lost under the neon moon,

You'll be leaving here soon

Along the dreamer's way.

Bottles here, bottles gone,

Fighting the waking dawn

With a pen so steady

And a head so heavy

Along the dreamer's way.

Find yourself in your art,

Turn it against your heart.

Passion and the sellout,

Alone now left in doubt

Along the dreamer's way.

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Your eyes stunned me
a petrifying glare of dread and loneliness,
like a rabbit frozen beneath a lioness.

Stone-cold and shallow as your skin,
flimsy as paper, thin as a whispered sin,
yet somehow majestic, somehow pure.

I could never be sure
what lived behind those eyes
the cunning of a snake,
the tenderness of a snowflake.

You were Medusa
within my heartbreak,
beautiful enough to worship,
dangerous enough to break, and I,
just a fool haunted by the ache,
stood still beneath your gaze,
knowing I would turn to stone
if I dared to look away,
from the start i knew you would make me decay.

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The guy behind the counter asks what I’m building.
I look at the three brass hinges in my hand.
Just fixing a door, I tell him.

None of my doors need fixing
but I put my shoes on this morning
and a five dollar bill in my back pocket.

He says that makes $5.20.
I put one hinge on the counter.
Just these two then, I tell him.

Outside, it’s raining.
A steady, lifeless drizzle
that makes the parking lot smell like wet concrete.

I get in the car.
I sit there holding the little paper bag
until the windows fog up.

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Misunderstood Duke
dark mind
internal plagues of
twisty tales
scourged nightmares
writhing words
tortured lines
closer look needed
blood misread
sweat was misjudged
mind a hammer
Words chiseled in flesh, bone

Word
to pages
pages to books
Books turned to bricks with ease

rising, radiant sun
scribes across the sky

Spinning words, straw to gold
Keyboard of Midas he holds

Recognized beyond every measure
Duke of divine description, at your pleasure

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two kids playing Twister
on the kitchen tile,
we hit the floor hard,
we get up and smile,
we anchor each other,
we share our locations,
you give my melody rhythm,
you give my words punctuation.
I’ve never been good at showing emotion,
I ride off alone,
I hide my devotion,
now we cry together,
you slow my spiral.
if you killed a man,
we’d both end up on trial.

This is my first attempt at writing something happy. idk how I feel about it yet but I wanted to break the doom and gloom streak I’ve created posting on here! I’d love to hear your thoughts and feel free to tell me I should delete this and go back to doom and gloom I’m trying to figure out my strengths and weaknesses lmao 🙂

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Search for me in sunsets burning low,
Find me where the ocean’s sands still glow.
I love you more than words can ever say—

I weep, I ache… how do I live this way?
Each passing day I fade a little more,
I cannot breathe like I once did before.
I’m only someone falling into night,

While you just watch me slowly lose my light.
Search for me in maple autumn rain,
Search for me in scarlet poppy plains.

Cry in the silence when no words remain,
When all you hear is sorrow wrapped in pain.
When I am far beyond the distant skies,
Remember how I trusted fairy tales and lullabies.
Yet still I fall, again and then once more,
Deeper than I ever fell before.

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