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18/F/I'm here, and CA My poetry is my eulogy.
Eternal Shadows I stay up at night Unable to sleep, Because I know if I do indeed dream, I will wake Disappointed with reality. Dreaming is living. Living is dying. Six feet under you'll find me crying, Choking on dirt I'm slowly dying. Roots curl through my fingers, veins of the ground, I whisper to worms, but they do not make a sound. Shadows coil like serpents around my ribcage, The wind hums hymns from some long-dead page. Bones of strangers press against the hollowed walls, Their hollow laughter echoes through these halls. Crows circle above, black banners in the night, Their wings slicing silence, cutting out the light. I speak to the darkness, but the darkness replies, In the hiss of the leaves, in the low groan of the skies. Dreaming is living. Living is dying. Here in the soil, death tastes sharp and sweet, A perfume of rot, of mourning, of defeat. Yet even in decay, a terrible beauty blooms, In the sigh of the grave, in the curling of tombs. I am both lost and found, buried and awake, A phantom of the living, a shadow that shakes. With the hope of someday, for you, eternity I shall wait, A ghost in the garden, still guarding the gate. The clock ticks too loudly, each second a hammer, On the fragile glass of thoughts that refuse to slumber. Shadows gather in corners, stretching, reaching, Mocking the light I cannot hold. Dreaming is living. Living is dying. Beneath the gravestones, the moon drips silver tears, Licking my skin, whispering old forgotten fears. The wind sighs through empty streets, Carrying whispers of lives I have not lived. I clutch the sheets like a lifeline, But even cotton cannot anchor me From the pull of impossibility, From the ache of what is, Dreaming is living. Living is dying. And still I remain, though the stars burn away, A shadow, a keeper, where night eats the day. Crows above, roots below, I am caught between, A gothic sentinel in a world unseen. With the hope of someday, for you, eternity I shall wait Forever lost, forever found, at the threshold of fate. And when the earth cracks open under moonless skies, I rise not to the sun, but where the silence lies. The crows fall silent, the shadows bend and stare, For I am the echo of despair's own prayer. No hand can touch me, no voice can call, Yet in the darkened hollow, I am everything and all.
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Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 7:51 AM UTC
Eternal Shadows
Eternal Shadows I stay up at night Unable to sleep, Because I know if I do indeed dream, I will wake Disappointed with reality. Dreaming is living. Living is dying. Six feet under you'll find me crying, Choking on dirt I'm slowly dying. Roots curl through my fingers, veins of the ground, I whisper to worms, but they do not make a sound. Shadows coil like serpents around my ribcage, The wind hums hymns from some long-dead page. Bones of strangers press against the hollowed walls, Their hollow laughter echoes through these halls. Crows circle above, black banners in the night, Their wings slicing silence, cutting out the light. I speak to the darkness, but the darkness replies, In the hiss of the leaves, in the low groan of the skies. Dreaming is living. Living is dying. Here in the soil, death tastes sharp and sweet, A perfume of rot, of mourning, of defeat. Yet even in decay, a terrible beauty blooms, In the sigh of the grave, in the curling of tombs. I am both lost and found, buried and awake, A phantom of the living, a shadow that shakes. With the hope of someday, for you, eternity I shall wait, A ghost in the garden, still guarding the gate. The clock ticks too loudly, each second a hammer, On the fragile glass of thoughts that refuse to slumber. Shadows gather in corners, stretching, reaching, Mocking the light I cannot hold. Dreaming is living. Living is dying. Beneath the gravestones, the moon drips silver tears, Licking my skin, whispering old forgotten fears. The wind sighs through empty streets, Carrying whispers of lives I have not lived. I clutch the sheets like a lifeline, But even cotton cannot anchor me From the pull of impossibility, From the ache of what is, Dreaming is living. Living is dying. And still I remain, though the stars burn away, A shadow, a keeper, where night eats the day. Crows above, roots below, I am caught between, A gothic sentinel in a world unseen. With the hope of someday, for you, eternity I shall wait Forever lost, forever found, at the threshold of fate. And when the earth cracks open under moonless skies, I rise not to the sun, but where the silence lies. The crows fall silent, the shadows bend and stare, For I am the echo of despair's own prayer. No hand can touch me, no voice can call, Yet in the darkened hollow, I am everything and all.
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Our love is worth Trying for, Fighting for, And even Dying for.
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Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
Our love is worth
I've been waiting for you My entire existence. If that means I have to wait A bit more to be in your arms, So be it. Because you are so worth Every minute if it means The rest of eternity.
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Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
So be it.
With the hope of someday, For you, eternity, I shall wait.
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
The Hope of Someday
Temporary Pain is temporary. Tears are temporary. Fear is temporary. Failure is temporary. Nightmares are temporary. Storms are temporary. Darkness is temporary. Coldness is temporary. Immortality is temporary. So just keep moving on, dear. It will be worth it. All of that hurt, All of the bad that you feel, It may seem overwhelming; You may feel like you’re drowning And can’t get back to the surface, That it’s pulling you deeper... But just know you can get up. There are people who can help you swim Through that deep darkness. There is always someone Who loves you and will miss you. There is always tomorrow, A chance at a new day for better things. All of the bad is temporary As long as you can keep hope. Know there will be some bad days But it will get better, The good WILL outweigh the bad, I promise you. So you just gotta keep your head up, darling, And keep walking. This isn’t the end. There is so much beauty and good to come As the sun rises, so shall you.
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Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC
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Let me be your end, baby. Let your heart know No more pain. Let me fill every crack From that broken heart. I promise to hold you forever And let go never. Our fire of love shall know of no end Let it be an eternal flame.
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Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
Eternal Flame
If I've known I was yours, I would've known What I was living for.
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Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 2:37 PM UTC
If I've Known
A broken heart Means you were Loved.
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
Dearest Enzo,
Only those with A broken heart Can truly write Pain.
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 2:54 AM UTC
Dear Enzo,
I stay up at night Unable to sleep Because I know if I do indeed dream I will wake Disappointed with reality.
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Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 2:07 PM UTC
Unable to sleep