Creetos - Hello Poetry

I feel the labored breath of the world the unceasing battery the shards of frigid breath the dark, pregnant clouds that fill the pallet of the sky Gaian forces are besieging our hallowed, hollowed, bastions of culture the persistent scraping of our walls the pre-disposed prophecy of sand life given over to the evergreen the phoenix must burn and that is the way

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May 23, 2025

May 23, 2025 at 8:42 PM UTC

gaia, some years later

I feel the labored breath of the world the unceasing battery the shards of frigid breath the dark, pregnant clouds that fill the pallet of the sky Gaian forces are besieging our hallowed, hollowed, bastions of culture the persistent scraping of our walls the pre-disposed prophecy of sand life given over to the evergreen the phoenix must burn and that is the way

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to say I am lost would be to imply that, at one point, I was present. My presence was ignored from the time I crawled the floors, feelings inside transformed into sores boring onto my soul scars. My father, my guide, idolised in mind. when eyes open and you find monsters, sponsors of crime doing time for a dime? I am lost rather never found, no guide by my side, going with the tide, building walls, to keep the feelings back, that torment my mind. The forges of feelings foundries have gone cold, Shut away barricaded with un-shaken walls. So I wander, in search of myself, I wonder if I’ll be found or if I’m bound for a battery of uncertainatity:

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May 23, 2025

May 23, 2025 at 8:39 PM UTC

searching, some years later

to say I am lost would be to imply that, at one point, I was present. My presence was ignored from the time I crawled the floors, feelings inside transformed into sores boring onto my soul scars. My father, my guide, idolised in mind. when eyes open and you find monsters, sponsors of crime doing time for a dime? I am lost rather never found, no guide by my side, going with the tide, building walls, to keep the feelings back, that torment my mind. The forges of feelings foundries have gone cold, Shut away barricaded with un-shaken walls. So I wander, in search of myself, I wonder if I’ll be found or if I’m bound for a battery of uncertainatity:

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I squander my time I wander and wind between pillars of despair in my mind crawling my way through mazes of “Phases” in my mind trying my best to find out what it means to be normal. I hear that storm calling out all the time thunderclouds battering, the darkness that rolls on all sides. My smiles go with the tides Who is it that deicides that I feel this way? Who is it that decides the worth of my life? who is it that decides I should feel this pain, behave astray or be taken away from my mum: I was young. I don’t have the capacity to be okay, I don’t have the power to end my days let go of my pain. why can’t I be like them? why can’t I think about cars and tv? why do I think of stars, poetry or the feel of wet grass beneath my feet?

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May 23, 2025

May 23, 2025 at 8:34 PM UTC

Thoughts in my head, a few years on

I squander my time I wander and wind between pillars of despair in my mind crawling my way through mazes of “Phases” in my mind trying my best to find out what it means to be normal. I hear that storm calling out all the time thunderclouds battering, the darkness that rolls on all sides. My smiles go with the tides Who is it that deicides that I feel this way? Who is it that decides the worth of my life? who is it that decides I should feel this pain, behave astray or be taken away from my mum: I was young. I don’t have the capacity to be okay, I don’t have the power to end my days let go of my pain. why can’t I be like them? why can’t I think about cars and tv? why do I think of stars, poetry or the feel of wet grass beneath my feet?

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I have nothing to write I am Empty inside. Unsure if I have been robbed by medication or maturation or perhaps emotional numbness has caused this. I do not see the seasons change or the flowers bloom and die. I see dead leaves, polluted skies. oppressed peoples, blind eyes. My empathy has been sapped from me by many years of life. I am reminded constantly that I’m powerless to aid them in their strife women, men and children suffering through life but someone is helping them, probably, and that’s nice. then life goes on again and tomorrow I am told suffering exists, numbness is bliss. please return to your clockwork life Yours’s sincerely Head manager Mrs...

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Nov 14, 2021

Nov 14, 2021 at 6:16 PM UTC

If only now I still felt a poet

I have nothing to write I am Empty inside. Unsure if I have been robbed by medication or maturation or perhaps emotional numbness has caused this. I do not see the seasons change or the flowers bloom and die. I see dead leaves, polluted skies. oppressed peoples, blind eyes. My empathy has been sapped from me by many years of life. I am reminded constantly that I’m powerless to aid them in their strife women, men and children suffering through life but someone is helping them, probably, and that’s nice. then life goes on again and tomorrow I am told suffering exists, numbness is bliss. please return to your clockwork life Yours’s sincerely Head manager Mrs...

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I WANT TO LIVE! I want to die I WANT TO DIE I WANT TO LIVE honestly though; I just want to be okay

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Aug 17, 2020

Aug 17, 2020 at 7:05 PM UTC

i want to;

I WANT TO LIVE! I want to die I WANT TO DIE I WANT TO LIVE honestly though; I just want to be okay

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I met today the daughter of a diplomat her face was framed in such a way that I found it hard to stay my gaze.

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Jan 29, 2019

Jan 29, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC

the daughter of a diplomat

I met today the daughter of a diplomat her face was framed in such a way that I found it hard to stay my gaze.

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A seed, set into soil, seeded to be a great oak tree. sprouts in deepest of hells floors towers unto heaven’s door. Many try the climb and fail Not many live to tell the tale Many try the climb and find At the top they are forgiven sin. Many will gaze upon the tree maybe you. Maybe me. Golden fruit and angels high branches of life unto the sky. Pleasure below, swapped for the soul Ecstasy traded for a heavy toll Angels look down from tree branch high Demons beckon below One way yes, one way no I am climbing from bottom to top Although at times I am stopped even when I begin to fall I catch myself and begin again That climb from Worlds end

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Jan 19, 2019

Jan 19, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC

The tree at the end of the world

A seed, set into soil, seeded to be a great oak tree. sprouts in deepest of hells floors towers unto heaven’s door. Many try the climb and fail Not many live to tell the tale Many try the climb and find At the top they are forgiven sin. Many will gaze upon the tree maybe you. Maybe me. Golden fruit and angels high branches of life unto the sky. Pleasure below, swapped for the soul Ecstasy traded for a heavy toll Angels look down from tree branch high Demons beckon below One way yes, one way no I am climbing from bottom to top Although at times I am stopped even when I begin to fall I catch myself and begin again That climb from Worlds end

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I squander my time I wander and wind between the pillars of despair in my mind crawling my way through mazes made by “Phases” in my mind trying my best to find out what it means to be normal. I hear that storm calling out all the time thunderclouds battering my mind the darkness that rolls in on all sides. My smiles come and go with the tides betting my life on rolls of a dice. Who is it that deicides that I have to feel this way? Who is it that decides the worth of my life? who is it that decides I should feel this pain, or behave astray or be taken away from my mum: when I was young. I don’t have the power to be okay, I don’t have the power to end my days or let go of my pain. why can’t I be like them? why can’t I think about cars and tv? why do I think of stars and poetry, or the feel of wet grass beneath my feet?

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Jan 19, 2019

Jan 19, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC

The thoughts in my head

I squander my time I wander and wind between the pillars of despair in my mind crawling my way through mazes made by “Phases” in my mind trying my best to find out what it means to be normal. I hear that storm calling out all the time thunderclouds battering my mind the darkness that rolls in on all sides. My smiles come and go with the tides betting my life on rolls of a dice. Who is it that deicides that I have to feel this way? Who is it that decides the worth of my life? who is it that decides I should feel this pain, or behave astray or be taken away from my mum: when I was young. I don’t have the power to be okay, I don’t have the power to end my days or let go of my pain. why can’t I be like them? why can’t I think about cars and tv? why do I think of stars and poetry, or the feel of wet grass beneath my feet?

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Lying in the shade of a tree leaves above guarding brittle bark, unbroken base standing solid, a solitary sentry surveying Signalling safety to the seekers of sanctum They search in vain across scorched desert plains for a sign of the last tree

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Jan 19, 2019

Jan 19, 2019 at 5:20 PM UTC

The last tree

Lying in the shade of a tree leaves above guarding brittle bark, unbroken base standing solid, a solitary sentry surveying Signalling safety to the seekers of sanctum They search in vain across scorched desert plains for a sign of the last tree

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One more shot before I Stop. One last line of vitality accepting that Finality. Mixed up my realities Finding myself lost. Swapping years of life for seconds of Ecstasy. And he said to me “I know I'm going to die if I go on.” I thought that meant he would stop. I guess not.

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Jan 2, 2019

Jan 2, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC

Goodbye Dad

One more shot before I Stop. One last line of vitality accepting that Finality. Mixed up my realities Finding myself lost. Swapping years of life for seconds of Ecstasy. And he said to me “I know I'm going to die if I go on.” I thought that meant he would stop. I guess not.

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