Axrchx - Hello Poetry

A panicking willow I become, like you are the mumbling grey sky over me. Neon red shattered on my cheeks as your hand touched mine. The bleeding heart and the rusty quill of this poet, now yours to yield. Under a fluorescent moon we lay drowned in uncertainty still, only our proximity mattered anymore. Like an age old tale, i crumble. Like near a scorching sun, i melt. All my unsaid words waiting and waiting and waiting... for some backbone. In the landscape of your reassurances, i lay silent. Being swept away to you by the same wind again and again Breath in an uproar, almost like a cry for help, that's lost in translation i hope he knows how his proximity heals me how his warmth is the cardigan for my cold heart and how it feels like somewhere between the clouds and the heaven. I hope he reads this coward's mind, before the words betray her.

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Jan 17

Jan 17, 2026 at 3:35 PM UTC

Proximity

A panicking willow I become, like you are the mumbling grey sky over me. Neon red shattered on my cheeks as your hand touched mine. The bleeding heart and the rusty quill of this poet, now yours to yield. Under a fluorescent moon we lay drowned in uncertainty still, only our proximity mattered anymore. Like an age old tale, i crumble. Like near a scorching sun, i melt. All my unsaid words waiting and waiting and waiting... for some backbone. In the landscape of your reassurances, i lay silent. Being swept away to you by the same wind again and again Breath in an uproar, almost like a cry for help, that's lost in translation i hope he knows how his proximity heals me how his warmth is the cardigan for my cold heart and how it feels like somewhere between the clouds and the heaven. I hope he reads this coward's mind, before the words betray her.

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Color me in your deepest blues Now your somber nights are mine to soothe I promise I'll stay- even if the morning never comes.

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Nov 24, 2025

Nov 24, 2025 at 3:57 PM UTC

mine

Color me in your deepest blues Now your somber nights are mine to soothe I promise I'll stay- even if the morning never comes.

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My abject heart aches and burns. My desolate mind, no more the same. My first and final thought of each day, before you, i never knew how hard i could love before you, i never knew how fast my heart could beat. This urge to call your name out loud consumes me. Lately the sun wakes me up shouting your name. Lately in the whispers of wind, i hear your laugh. The world moves slow as i helplessly watch myself loose sanity. With each and every passing breath, i think of you. All my prayers just to wish that only death could pull us apart.

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 5:42 AM UTC

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My abject heart aches and burns. My desolate mind, no more the same. My first and final thought of each day, before you, i never knew how hard i could love before you, i never knew how fast my heart could beat. This urge to call your name out loud consumes me. Lately the sun wakes me up shouting your name. Lately in the whispers of wind, i hear your laugh. The world moves slow as i helplessly watch myself loose sanity. With each and every passing breath, i think of you. All my prayers just to wish that only death could pull us apart.

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"what will they think?"- the thought i had the most in my entire existence.

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Apr 15, 2025

Apr 15, 2025 at 12:41 PM UTC

what a waste

"what will they think?"- the thought i had the most in my entire existence.

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Streetlights through our silhouettes like crashing waves. Witnessing the shrinking night beside each other. All the things we could discuss, but the ecstasy of stillness subdue us. It's like we're stuck together between reverie and reality. As I look at you, I wish my next breath is my last, so I won't have to surrender my gaze to the past, so I can escape the transience. I wish the time stretched, turning this night endless.

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Apr 15, 2025

Apr 15, 2025 at 7:10 AM UTC

Night drive

Streetlights through our silhouettes like crashing waves. Witnessing the shrinking night beside each other. All the things we could discuss, but the ecstasy of stillness subdue us. It's like we're stuck together between reverie and reality. As I look at you, I wish my next breath is my last, so I won't have to surrender my gaze to the past, so I can escape the transience. I wish the time stretched, turning this night endless.

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Every night my harrowed mind dive into our littered memories that's evermore enshrined in my dreams.

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Mar 20, 2025

Mar 20, 2025 at 10:51 PM UTC

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Every night my harrowed mind dive into our littered memories that's evermore enshrined in my dreams.

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Basking in the hazy dawn staring at the dwindling moon. Each passing second warmer than the previous. The stars in the garden gently rise, tintless in the mist. Surrounding as still as an isle in the ocean. Soon at the demise of this silence chaos of the chirping birds will prevail. All these moments will permeate any heart with glee. Then why is this heart drenched in sorrow like the lines of an elegy? Maybe its because witnessing the break of a new day solidifies the yesterday that she let slip away Maybe the roses in the mist appear gray as an echo of her own bleak existence. Maybe the silence irked a forlorn ego her distorted mind kept at bay. Maybe the blurry sight weighs her heart down as it resembles the image of her future she pictured. Maybe all these moments makes her ruminate about the memories the merciless time marred.

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Mar 1, 2025

Mar 1, 2025 at 9:36 AM UTC

Crisis at dawn

Basking in the hazy dawn staring at the dwindling moon. Each passing second warmer than the previous. The stars in the garden gently rise, tintless in the mist. Surrounding as still as an isle in the ocean. Soon at the demise of this silence chaos of the chirping birds will prevail. All these moments will permeate any heart with glee. Then why is this heart drenched in sorrow like the lines of an elegy? Maybe its because witnessing the break of a new day solidifies the yesterday that she let slip away Maybe the roses in the mist appear gray as an echo of her own bleak existence. Maybe the silence irked a forlorn ego her distorted mind kept at bay. Maybe the blurry sight weighs her heart down as it resembles the image of her future she pictured. Maybe all these moments makes her ruminate about the memories the merciless time marred.

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I see her dismal existence. I see her eyes scream, 'why me?'. Two people who raised her, two people who loved her the most, two people who took their own life. The father left early, she mourned and moved on. As her heart and soul grew old so did the bond with her mother. Maybe it's after I came into the picture, she truly understood the veiled weight of motherhood. Confined within her marital vows, she still lives content knowing that there is one other person who truly understands her. Warped, the world must've seemed as she was pulled apart from that sense of relief. As her mother left, I watched mine teeter on the edge of a meaningless pit. As the seasons moves on, we hoped she would too. But she is haunted by what could've been. Unlike all the other sorrows she has overcome this one is too much. This one is heavier and much crueler. I wish I could mend her forlorn soul. but I slowly discern, all I could ever do is listen.

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Jan 3, 2025

Jan 3, 2025 at 9:27 AM UTC

The perpetual grief.

I see her dismal existence. I see her eyes scream, 'why me?'. Two people who raised her, two people who loved her the most, two people who took their own life. The father left early, she mourned and moved on. As her heart and soul grew old so did the bond with her mother. Maybe it's after I came into the picture, she truly understood the veiled weight of motherhood. Confined within her marital vows, she still lives content knowing that there is one other person who truly understands her. Warped, the world must've seemed as she was pulled apart from that sense of relief. As her mother left, I watched mine teeter on the edge of a meaningless pit. As the seasons moves on, we hoped she would too. But she is haunted by what could've been. Unlike all the other sorrows she has overcome this one is too much. This one is heavier and much crueler. I wish I could mend her forlorn soul. but I slowly discern, all I could ever do is listen.

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I will build a shrine and worship you. I will speak of you with the sweetest sound. I will lay next to you and kiss you goodnight. I will revolve around you like I'm your satellite. I will stay by your side, even if my life falls apart. I will think of you whenever i look at the moon. I will shine for you during your darkest days. I will remember every touch and every gaze. I will write about us till the end of time.

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Nov 17, 2024

Nov 17, 2024 at 10:02 PM UTC

Glimpses of my love

I will build a shrine and worship you. I will speak of you with the sweetest sound. I will lay next to you and kiss you goodnight. I will revolve around you like I'm your satellite. I will stay by your side, even if my life falls apart. I will think of you whenever i look at the moon. I will shine for you during your darkest days. I will remember every touch and every gaze. I will write about us till the end of time.

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Regret anchoring me down from reaching out, to that what lies ahead.

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Nov 17, 2024

Nov 17, 2024 at 10:02 PM UTC

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Regret anchoring me down from reaching out, to that what lies ahead.

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