Euphoric_Lyte - Hello Poetry

If life is a dream Does a person who dies near a dreamcatcher Get caught like a fly in a web In the dreamcatcher and wait to be devoured By the nightmares inside I thought the dream catcher was meant to guard To keep the bad dreams at bay As I close my eyes and drift, floating through clouds Expecting the darkness to fade And for nightmares to slip away While my dreams transform into reality But oh, dream catcher, you are failing me Your net seems to wither, as I sleep Ghosts rise from the shadows, to play with my worries My fears creeping back Dream catcher, are you letting me down? Your sacred duty is to cradle my joy Isn’t it? To capture the nightmares That dared to touch my mind What a beautiful wonder this could be If only you played your part Not just in slumber, but in the waking hours too For the truth is, the real demons we face Don’t only haunt our dreams, but stalk us through the daylight Fighting battles day after day, waging wars that linger In the corners of our waking hearts

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Mar 2

Mar 2, 2026 at 1:17 AM UTC

Euphoric_Lyte

Dreamcatcher

If life is a dream Does a person who dies near a dreamcatcher Get caught like a fly in a web In the dreamcatcher and wait to be devoured By the nightmares inside I thought the dream catcher was meant to guard To keep the bad dreams at bay As I close my eyes and drift, floating through clouds Expecting the darkness to fade And for nightmares to slip away While my dreams transform into reality But oh, dream catcher, you are failing me Your net seems to wither, as I sleep Ghosts rise from the shadows, to play with my worries My fears creeping back Dream catcher, are you letting me down? Your sacred duty is to cradle my joy Isn’t it? To capture the nightmares That dared to touch my mind What a beautiful wonder this could be If only you played your part Not just in slumber, but in the waking hours too For the truth is, the real demons we face Don’t only haunt our dreams, but stalk us through the daylight Fighting battles day after day, waging wars that linger In the corners of our waking hearts

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I prided myself in being some what of a tomboy I didn’t sit in the house painting fingernails playing dress up in granny’s dresses n heels I was outside getting ***** running in the fields (I got the scars to prove it) I was a girl who played like a boy Didn’t like dresses or skirts And if you touched or looked at me wrong I would hit you where it hurts and I packed a mean punch The oldest of the bunch so I had to learn a lot early Didn’t play with dolls cuz it was 2 girly didn’t like my curves so baggy clothes it was hobbies were riding four wheelers, horses, turning dirt into mud I was a girl who played like a boy I would fish or watch my grandfather change the oil in his car rather than go play with my friends I always knew I didn’t fit in A Mulan over Princess Peach I don’t know how to react when I’m called pretty I'm not a girly girl I'm not the one to open up easily. But you're growing on me And I feel a desire to tell you everything. But I'm afraid that you'll leave, Just like everyone else I've been through too much To wear my heart on my sleeve. I've grown tough My emotions squeezed and confined in this shell I hide I was so unfamiliar with being a woman so life was looked at through a more masculine lens Always in survival mode I know what it’s like to do hard things I fantasize about what it’s like to be soft To not worry, To be calm to relax my shoulders unclench my jaw To let my hair down blow in the wind enjoy the sun beaming off my skin Skin-ful of scars I AM woman both stubborn and wild. But even wild things can be tamed 😌 Not the drama queen I have no need to be seen attention seeking has never been my thing but I want you to see me…. The real me Pass the mask that hides my interior. The passion that hides behind the toughness that’s waiting to be found. The hopeless romantic who needs a push A sign to know it’s authentic A nudge in the right direction You wit it? I’m a tomboy and I’m not changing I love being comfortable in my skin just want to be something I’ve never been soft, quiet, and pretty Can you help me? Cuz I’m SCARED It's just so hard to love again when my heart is so worn out. I promise I'll try but please forgive me if I have doubts.

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Jul 15, 2025

Jul 15, 2025 at 10:42 PM UTC

Euphoric_Lyte

Tomboy

I prided myself in being some what of a tomboy I didn’t sit in the house painting fingernails playing dress up in granny’s dresses n heels I was outside getting ***** running in the fields (I got the scars to prove it) I was a girl who played like a boy Didn’t like dresses or skirts And if you touched or looked at me wrong I would hit you where it hurts and I packed a mean punch The oldest of the bunch so I had to learn a lot early Didn’t play with dolls cuz it was 2 girly didn’t like my curves so baggy clothes it was hobbies were riding four wheelers, horses, turning dirt into mud I was a girl who played like a boy I would fish or watch my grandfather change the oil in his car rather than go play with my friends I always knew I didn’t fit in A Mulan over Princess Peach I don’t know how to react when I’m called pretty I'm not a girly girl I'm not the one to open up easily. But you're growing on me And I feel a desire to tell you everything. But I'm afraid that you'll leave, Just like everyone else I've been through too much To wear my heart on my sleeve. I've grown tough My emotions squeezed and confined in this shell I hide I was so unfamiliar with being a woman so life was looked at through a more masculine lens Always in survival mode I know what it’s like to do hard things I fantasize about what it’s like to be soft To not worry, To be calm to relax my shoulders unclench my jaw To let my hair down blow in the wind enjoy the sun beaming off my skin Skin-ful of scars I AM woman both stubborn and wild. But even wild things can be tamed 😌 Not the drama queen I have no need to be seen attention seeking has never been my thing but I want you to see me…. The real me Pass the mask that hides my interior. The passion that hides behind the toughness that’s waiting to be found. The hopeless romantic who needs a push A sign to know it’s authentic A nudge in the right direction You wit it? I’m a tomboy and I’m not changing I love being comfortable in my skin just want to be something I’ve never been soft, quiet, and pretty Can you help me? Cuz I’m SCARED It's just so hard to love again when my heart is so worn out. I promise I'll try but please forgive me if I have doubts.

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I sit and wonder what life would be like if I was a narcissist? Would my flesh feed on manipulation or feel guilty when I walk over ppl Feel satisfaction when I lure them in with my compliments and trap them in my web of lies I be joker and they be my fool Get them attached Have em confused, torn to pieces Make sure they stay depressed. Rub my hands like bird man keeping their head a mess Overthinking I’m lowkey smiling Their sorrows continue to be a gift I cannot name, A twisted comfort in this cruel game to feed my ego Thrilled to pick their brains like a picky eater at dinner pick them apart until they become what I like Walk around collecting hearts like eggs on easter Just so I can bruise em up and eventually break em Then watch em put themselves back together again Laugh at their pain Hold them like a puppet in my hands Connected souls and I control the strings As I sing these sweet nothings in their ears telling em all the things just for fun As they dance my voice becomes a sounding alarm Hypnotizing, on the count of 3 I snap and they run Grin as they obey everything that I want done Would I give a **** that I’m ruining the lives of these beautiful ppl? Or would I laugh at the selfish gain continue to **** the life until nothin is left but a corpse and their left walking this earth empty with nothing left to give How would I live? Like **** I hope.

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Jul 15, 2025

Jul 15, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC

Euphoric_Lyte

Narcissist

I sit and wonder what life would be like if I was a narcissist? Would my flesh feed on manipulation or feel guilty when I walk over ppl Feel satisfaction when I lure them in with my compliments and trap them in my web of lies I be joker and they be my fool Get them attached Have em confused, torn to pieces Make sure they stay depressed. Rub my hands like bird man keeping their head a mess Overthinking I’m lowkey smiling Their sorrows continue to be a gift I cannot name, A twisted comfort in this cruel game to feed my ego Thrilled to pick their brains like a picky eater at dinner pick them apart until they become what I like Walk around collecting hearts like eggs on easter Just so I can bruise em up and eventually break em Then watch em put themselves back together again Laugh at their pain Hold them like a puppet in my hands Connected souls and I control the strings As I sing these sweet nothings in their ears telling em all the things just for fun As they dance my voice becomes a sounding alarm Hypnotizing, on the count of 3 I snap and they run Grin as they obey everything that I want done Would I give a **** that I’m ruining the lives of these beautiful ppl? Or would I laugh at the selfish gain continue to **** the life until nothin is left but a corpse and their left walking this earth empty with nothing left to give How would I live? Like **** I hope.

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