LeBobbe - Hello Poetry

A girl stares at her ceiling. She tries to find her meaning. But the ceiling holds absense. Her mind then became a canvas. She paints with her emotions. A cluster of scenery beholds. Ranges from glimmer to potent. Her vision blurred with amusement. Tears filled her vision. Everything is misleading direction. Raw emotions filled her field. Nothing but sadness are its yield. Tears for years she held to. She wakes with a heart broke into two. A canvas of herself. A part of heart. Reflected & Detached.

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Apr 17, 2023

Apr 17, 2023 at 1:57 PM UTC

"Reflective Canvas"

A girl stares at her ceiling. She tries to find her meaning. But the ceiling holds absense. Her mind then became a canvas. She paints with her emotions. A cluster of scenery beholds. Ranges from glimmer to potent. Her vision blurred with amusement. Tears filled her vision. Everything is misleading direction. Raw emotions filled her field. Nothing but sadness are its yield. Tears for years she held to. She wakes with a heart broke into two. A canvas of herself. A part of heart. Reflected & Detached.

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I am sorry, I can't express my words. My lips doesn't move. I always feel I should say it in a hurry, My eyes are getting blurred. I... I.. haven't improved. Your rage is justified. I can only look and listen. My reasons are invalid. Our thoughts has been misaligned. Your compassion was suddenly hidden. I am in presence where my logic forbid. We walk through the dark streets home. I only heard your voice passing through. My heart aches with each passing phrase. Together... we.. roam. Every command I would do. My bowed down head's been raised. I said nothing at the gate. I only stared at your fierce eyes. I walked backed home quietly. No words has been said. A piece of me dies. I... am.. sorry.

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Apr 13, 2023

Apr 13, 2023 at 1:02 PM UTC

"Communication"

I am sorry, I can't express my words. My lips doesn't move. I always feel I should say it in a hurry, My eyes are getting blurred. I... I.. haven't improved. Your rage is justified. I can only look and listen. My reasons are invalid. Our thoughts has been misaligned. Your compassion was suddenly hidden. I am in presence where my logic forbid. We walk through the dark streets home. I only heard your voice passing through. My heart aches with each passing phrase. Together... we.. roam. Every command I would do. My bowed down head's been raised. I said nothing at the gate. I only stared at your fierce eyes. I walked backed home quietly. No words has been said. A piece of me dies. I... am.. sorry.

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A cat's paw on top of my chest, Is a gentle reminder of love and rest. Kneading paws on my heart. Knowing we'll never part. A cat's paw on top of my chest Gives me reason not to stand up. I won't move till they wake up. They are reasting in their nest. A cat's paw on top of my chest, A bond that will last for years. Until one of us eternally rest. Having you calms my fears.

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Apr 10, 2023

Apr 10, 2023 at 1:18 PM UTC

"A Cat's Paw"

A cat's paw on top of my chest, Is a gentle reminder of love and rest. Kneading paws on my heart. Knowing we'll never part. A cat's paw on top of my chest Gives me reason not to stand up. I won't move till they wake up. They are reasting in their nest. A cat's paw on top of my chest, A bond that will last for years. Until one of us eternally rest. Having you calms my fears.

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I dislike the rising sun. 𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷. 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆. It forces me to go about my day, 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸. 𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆. While my mind is still on yesterday. 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦. 𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓭𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓽. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒕. I feel envious of everyone. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏. Who feels better in each passing day. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘤𝘢. 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. 𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍. The sun rose and lit my surroundings. 𝘜𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 "𝘛𝘈𝘏𝘖" 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘱. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆. I see nothing but dull and grey. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉. Waiting for sunset, to begin again my agony. 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷. 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒂𝒍𝒔.

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Apr 7, 2023

Apr 7, 2023 at 1:25 PM UTC

"Sun Rise & Set"

I dislike the rising sun. 𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷. 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆. It forces me to go about my day, 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸. 𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆. While my mind is still on yesterday. 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦. 𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓭𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓽. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒕. I feel envious of everyone. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏. Who feels better in each passing day. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘤𝘢. 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. 𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍. The sun rose and lit my surroundings. 𝘜𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 "𝘛𝘈𝘏𝘖" 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘱. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆. I see nothing but dull and grey. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉. Waiting for sunset, to begin again my agony. 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷. 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒂𝒍𝒔.

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The worst part of my day. Is confronting the nightmare. He's keeping my monsters at bay. Fixed to me with a fierce glare. He looks... with disappointment. He looks... with anger. He looks... with dread. He looks... with dispair. Our eyes always meet. Every action always copied. Same spot we always greet. I always took the lead. What a horrible creature is he. Yet in him people find beauty. The intent inside I always see. What a pitiful creature is he. Every day, I see him. Every hour, I feel his sadness. Every minute, I face his actions. For I am him. Looking through a mirror.

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Apr 6, 2023

Apr 6, 2023 at 12:45 PM UTC

"The One Who Truly Looks At Me"

The worst part of my day. Is confronting the nightmare. He's keeping my monsters at bay. Fixed to me with a fierce glare. He looks... with disappointment. He looks... with anger. He looks... with dread. He looks... with dispair. Our eyes always meet. Every action always copied. Same spot we always greet. I always took the lead. What a horrible creature is he. Yet in him people find beauty. The intent inside I always see. What a pitiful creature is he. Every day, I see him. Every hour, I feel his sadness. Every minute, I face his actions. For I am him. Looking through a mirror.

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I walked under the purple sky. The moon peaking behind a thin cloud. Soft Stars attached to it, twinkling high. I felt like royalty walking by. The colour so pretty, rare and proud. Though I can't touch it, I let out a sigh. I open my heart to a lie. That beauty remains and unbowed. All things shall say goodbye.

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Apr 5, 2023

Apr 5, 2023 at 12:25 PM UTC

"That One Time Under The Purple Sky"

I walked under the purple sky. The moon peaking behind a thin cloud. Soft Stars attached to it, twinkling high. I felt like royalty walking by. The colour so pretty, rare and proud. Though I can't touch it, I let out a sigh. I open my heart to a lie. That beauty remains and unbowed. All things shall say goodbye.

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In. Out. In. Out. Live another day.

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Apr 4, 2023

Apr 4, 2023 at 10:17 AM UTC

"Breath"

In. Out. In. Out. Live another day.

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Am I really that weak? A simple rebuke crumbles my world! What answers should I seek? Either way something will be destroyed! My eyes are red. My nose is wet. My throat is itchy. My mind is away.

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Apr 3, 2023

Apr 3, 2023 at 12:41 PM UTC

"Emotionally Weak"

Am I really that weak? A simple rebuke crumbles my world! What answers should I seek? Either way something will be destroyed! My eyes are red. My nose is wet. My throat is itchy. My mind is away.

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My favorite thing about Yakult Is that is spices up your tea It gives my body a jolt And energy for others to see My mem'ry about having Yakult Mixed blindly to the drink. Is when my brother brought me milk tea shop, From a place where gambling is in the brink. A funny thing about my drink, Is the connections I have with fellows. They drink what they want, And I drink what I want. So the moral of this piece is, people will like you if you drink Tea with Yakult (Not Sponsored)

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Apr 2, 2023

Apr 2, 2023 at 12:47 PM UTC

"Tea with Yakult"

My favorite thing about Yakult Is that is spices up your tea It gives my body a jolt And energy for others to see My mem'ry about having Yakult Mixed blindly to the drink. Is when my brother brought me milk tea shop, From a place where gambling is in the brink. A funny thing about my drink, Is the connections I have with fellows. They drink what they want, And I drink what I want. So the moral of this piece is, people will like you if you drink Tea with Yakult (Not Sponsored)

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"If music be the food of love play on" The essence of a failed courtship linger Where the music of the background is louder No hope, no rest, no chance to because its gone. A chance to open a door. A chance to close the other door. Look back and see, Why does the music feels so glee. Because at the last moment of acceptance is the lost you gain from courting. Back up now and think. The music is enticing. Because music is not the food of love, but an accent of your actions. Thy actions are drowned by notes of the disinterested maiden. So feel the glee, and be ready to flee. ******* be crazy, to crash a large party. In the end, it will pass you'll soon find new to court, where the music doesn't drown your actions, but makes melody with you and your future wife.

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May 7, 2021

May 7, 2021 at 10:00 AM UTC

"The Food of Love"

"If music be the food of love play on" The essence of a failed courtship linger Where the music of the background is louder No hope, no rest, no chance to because its gone. A chance to open a door. A chance to close the other door. Look back and see, Why does the music feels so glee. Because at the last moment of acceptance is the lost you gain from courting. Back up now and think. The music is enticing. Because music is not the food of love, but an accent of your actions. Thy actions are drowned by notes of the disinterested maiden. So feel the glee, and be ready to flee. ******* be crazy, to crash a large party. In the end, it will pass you'll soon find new to court, where the music doesn't drown your actions, but makes melody with you and your future wife.

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