KingAC - Hello Poetry

I'm worried — I may have to destroy myself, to walk down the path I've chosen, that who I am today — is not up to the journey ahead, that fear, makes every step further, that much more precarious, maybe that's every journey — casting away the weight, that keeps you stuck, I don't know who may be me — when we reach our destination, I only hope we will be someone, who can see I to I, to be someone full of compassion — for those still walking their paths, someone I needed.

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Aug 1, 2025

Aug 1, 2025 at 4:11 PM UTC

I to I

I'm worried — I may have to destroy myself, to walk down the path I've chosen, that who I am today — is not up to the journey ahead, that fear, makes every step further, that much more precarious, maybe that's every journey — casting away the weight, that keeps you stuck, I don't know who may be me — when we reach our destination, I only hope we will be someone, who can see I to I, to be someone full of compassion — for those still walking their paths, someone I needed.

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When I started filling the cracks in my soul, something soft slipped out with the bile. To be honest, I’m not even sure what that piece was anymore. With the fury gone, so too went the color — the richness. And while I’m satisfied the hatred exists only in memory, I long for that beautifully vibrant world.

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Jul 20, 2025

Jul 20, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC

Peace Without Passion

When I started filling the cracks in my soul, something soft slipped out with the bile. To be honest, I’m not even sure what that piece was anymore. With the fury gone, so too went the color — the richness. And while I’m satisfied the hatred exists only in memory, I long for that beautifully vibrant world.

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I've spent most of my life being fascinated by the flame, trying to figure out how close I can get without burning myself. At the times where I've handled it closely, it has left me charred— but when I've tried casting it away altogether, life is grey, cold, and lifeless. So I keep returning to the edge of the flame— fingers trembling— hoping this time, it'll warm me without consuming me. Sometimes, the flame finds its way back— not sparked, not summoned— reminding me it was never something I lit, only something I carry. I find myself haunted by the flicker— drawn not by recklessness, but by the unbearable quiet of a world without warmth.

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Jul 20, 2025

Jul 20, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC

Dancing Between Flame and Frost

I've spent most of my life being fascinated by the flame, trying to figure out how close I can get without burning myself. At the times where I've handled it closely, it has left me charred— but when I've tried casting it away altogether, life is grey, cold, and lifeless. So I keep returning to the edge of the flame— fingers trembling— hoping this time, it'll warm me without consuming me. Sometimes, the flame finds its way back— not sparked, not summoned— reminding me it was never something I lit, only something I carry. I find myself haunted by the flicker— drawn not by recklessness, but by the unbearable quiet of a world without warmth.

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I stained the pages of my mind trying to rewrite the story. I tore out whole chapters, hoping to change the leading character. But with pieces of me missing, we lost all direction. The ink of yesterday had already dried— The only lines I could change were the ones yet to be put to paper. It took him and me years to reread and transcribe those old pages— not to rewrite them, but to finally accept them. Through repairing the chapters passed, I started understanding the character more deeply. And I accepted him— not just the good, but him in his entirety.

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Jul 20, 2025

Jul 20, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC

Pages from the Past

I stained the pages of my mind trying to rewrite the story. I tore out whole chapters, hoping to change the leading character. But with pieces of me missing, we lost all direction. The ink of yesterday had already dried— The only lines I could change were the ones yet to be put to paper. It took him and me years to reread and transcribe those old pages— not to rewrite them, but to finally accept them. Through repairing the chapters passed, I started understanding the character more deeply. And I accepted him— not just the good, but him in his entirety.

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