Trevor_Dowe - Hello Poetry

Trust is fickle I can bare my darkest secrets and my deepest emotions to strangers Yet, letting the both coexist in the minds of the same people feels too risky Why is it so hard to be completely vulnerable with any single person I piece my hopes and fears, desires and needs out, sometimes recklessly, in hopes of finding something meaningful Though rarely to the same people I'd find it laughable, if I wasn't so afraid of being punished, in one way or another, for being fully authentic I share one thing with a satirical depiction of masculinity, the mask of normalcy. Yet its veneer is wearing thin and its facade is cracking and repairing it takes more and more effort only to see new fractures and new peeling paint Do I wear the mask because I despise who lies beneath?

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Apr 4, 2025

Apr 4, 2025 at 5:19 AM UTC

Masquerade

Trust is fickle I can bare my darkest secrets and my deepest emotions to strangers Yet, letting the both coexist in the minds of the same people feels too risky Why is it so hard to be completely vulnerable with any single person I piece my hopes and fears, desires and needs out, sometimes recklessly, in hopes of finding something meaningful Though rarely to the same people I'd find it laughable, if I wasn't so afraid of being punished, in one way or another, for being fully authentic I share one thing with a satirical depiction of masculinity, the mask of normalcy. Yet its veneer is wearing thin and its facade is cracking and repairing it takes more and more effort only to see new fractures and new peeling paint Do I wear the mask because I despise who lies beneath?

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Mores the fool, me To reach out without setting expectations To harbor burgeoning hope For planting the seedlings of love Mores the fool, me To hope for romance in a sea of transactional lust To give port to the illusion For watering my attraction Mores the fool, me To trust your words despite the signal flags To give you berthing For sheltering you against the storm Mores the fool, me To allow myself to fall for the obvious lies To try and tie you to the dock For bringing you upon my island Mores the fool, me

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Apr 4, 2025

Apr 4, 2025 at 5:05 AM UTC

The Folly and the Fool

Mores the fool, me To reach out without setting expectations To harbor burgeoning hope For planting the seedlings of love Mores the fool, me To hope for romance in a sea of transactional lust To give port to the illusion For watering my attraction Mores the fool, me To trust your words despite the signal flags To give you berthing For sheltering you against the storm Mores the fool, me To allow myself to fall for the obvious lies To try and tie you to the dock For bringing you upon my island Mores the fool, me

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Time wasted or time well spent What laughable concepts The only valuable metric is time enjoyed So love fiercely and deeply Bring joy and warmth with every step Look not to compare but to uplift Bear the light of empathy and compassion For this world is a struggle enough to explore alone Let your spirit fly free and let hope inspire Create and ignite the passion of others Let no hate latch its claws upon the brightness And let anger and resentment wash away with the tides No easy tasks, but the struggle and satisfaction Are eminently worth it Let not failure bar your way It is but a stepping stone on the path of improving Acknowledge mistakes but take accountability for them Share what can be spared and let not pride bar reaching for or accepting help. Break and destroy injustice and inequity Suffer not tyrants and bring them low Join hands with those who would do these things Embrace differences and try new things Explore and discover, breathe and relax

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Apr 4, 2025

Apr 4, 2025 at 4:33 AM UTC

A Life Worth Living

Time wasted or time well spent What laughable concepts The only valuable metric is time enjoyed So love fiercely and deeply Bring joy and warmth with every step Look not to compare but to uplift Bear the light of empathy and compassion For this world is a struggle enough to explore alone Let your spirit fly free and let hope inspire Create and ignite the passion of others Let no hate latch its claws upon the brightness And let anger and resentment wash away with the tides No easy tasks, but the struggle and satisfaction Are eminently worth it Let not failure bar your way It is but a stepping stone on the path of improving Acknowledge mistakes but take accountability for them Share what can be spared and let not pride bar reaching for or accepting help. Break and destroy injustice and inequity Suffer not tyrants and bring them low Join hands with those who would do these things Embrace differences and try new things Explore and discover, breathe and relax

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In the darkest hours, when no light can be found Thoughts twist and bite, writhe and fester As sleep escapes and eludes all struggling grasps

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Apr 4, 2025

Apr 4, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC

Insomnia

In the darkest hours, when no light can be found Thoughts twist and bite, writhe and fester As sleep escapes and eludes all struggling grasps

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No eyes to see the lies Or ears to hear the truth No mouth to speak Or hands to make No heart to beat its rhythm Or feet to follow in time No love to weep Or soul to reap

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Apr 4, 2025

Apr 4, 2025 at 4:07 AM UTC

Absence

No eyes to see the lies Or ears to hear the truth No mouth to speak Or hands to make No heart to beat its rhythm Or feet to follow in time No love to weep Or soul to reap

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What despair, this bleak existence causes In pain and suffering unending With no escape and no forbearance How does one cope with immortality And the inability to cease What recourse, as empathy bleeds From every attempted connection Lost or denied, broken or abandoned Like the innocence of childhood As hope fades into hurt and love turns to ash And the taste of dust consumes all What divine punishment is this What curse is laid upon the ****** To cause such immeasurable torment Rage at the chains that bind life and soul to flesh and bone Who holds the lit flame to burn the world to the ground Or to cast light onto the blighted and reviled If there is no finality and no surcease When does time become irrelevant As seconds and epochs are ones in the same Is there no why, no how To combat such strife To bear conflict to the oppression of reality Is a fools errand, a childish whimsy Beaten down and shattered upon the indifferent earth No warmth can ward off the chill of eternity Peace, serenity, passion, and ambition are lies Told to distract the youth from The truth of what is to come Falsehoods and fabrications woven Into tapestries of feigned glory and imagined pride As the stars flicker and sniff out Does ever the watcher still ache For what was and what could have been Know now that this neither fate nor destiny It just is, as the lonely tide washes away All that was known and all that was Until all that remains is solitude and tears That never fall and never leak They might even be a myth For none, but one, will ever know the truth Remorse and fear long since missing Where does infinity begin to lose meaning The vessel, now empty, floats on currents invisible No attachment lies unbroken As inevitable betrayals follow the pale rider And the boatman beckons all, save for the solitary figure Trapped and bound to witness beyond the end of all things Can this pact not be negated, is it profane to desire escape No answer can be found, for the question is, like all else Meaningless As sanity collapses, like a wave upon the shore As breath is stolen by the void Is the weight of apathy a burden or a boon Torturous promises lay rent asunder And the towering rise of once quenched thirst for joy topples Can emptiness be it's own reward

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Apr 4, 2025

Apr 4, 2025 at 3:47 AM UTC

The Weight of Immortality

What despair, this bleak existence causes In pain and suffering unending With no escape and no forbearance How does one cope with immortality And the inability to cease What recourse, as empathy bleeds From every attempted connection Lost or denied, broken or abandoned Like the innocence of childhood As hope fades into hurt and love turns to ash And the taste of dust consumes all What divine punishment is this What curse is laid upon the ****** To cause such immeasurable torment Rage at the chains that bind life and soul to flesh and bone Who holds the lit flame to burn the world to the ground Or to cast light onto the blighted and reviled If there is no finality and no surcease When does time become irrelevant As seconds and epochs are ones in the same Is there no why, no how To combat such strife To bear conflict to the oppression of reality Is a fools errand, a childish whimsy Beaten down and shattered upon the indifferent earth No warmth can ward off the chill of eternity Peace, serenity, passion, and ambition are lies Told to distract the youth from The truth of what is to come Falsehoods and fabrications woven Into tapestries of feigned glory and imagined pride As the stars flicker and sniff out Does ever the watcher still ache For what was and what could have been Know now that this neither fate nor destiny It just is, as the lonely tide washes away All that was known and all that was Until all that remains is solitude and tears That never fall and never leak They might even be a myth For none, but one, will ever know the truth Remorse and fear long since missing Where does infinity begin to lose meaning The vessel, now empty, floats on currents invisible No attachment lies unbroken As inevitable betrayals follow the pale rider And the boatman beckons all, save for the solitary figure Trapped and bound to witness beyond the end of all things Can this pact not be negated, is it profane to desire escape No answer can be found, for the question is, like all else Meaningless As sanity collapses, like a wave upon the shore As breath is stolen by the void Is the weight of apathy a burden or a boon Torturous promises lay rent asunder And the towering rise of once quenched thirst for joy topples Can emptiness be it's own reward

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Stuck like a fly, I'm paralyzed by choices Everything needs to get done But like Ouroboros, eating his own tail The tasks are a circle with every place to start requiring a different task to be done It's a sisyphean struggle to get started on most things Yet words are my escape I share my dreams with others As their stories flow into me My consciousness recedes Rarely enough to have complete silence But even whispers are a relief From the thunderous yells "You're just lazy!" and "You'll never amount to anything." Those words and more echo through my mind Every second of every minute of every day. Wistful "if only"'s of impossible scenarios Are my constant refrain All efforts I make turn to ash and dust Just taking the next step, the next breath is a fight It's feels like it's me against the world And that weight is heavier than I can hold

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Mar 23, 2025

Mar 23, 2025 at 10:52 PM UTC

Struggles

Stuck like a fly, I'm paralyzed by choices Everything needs to get done But like Ouroboros, eating his own tail The tasks are a circle with every place to start requiring a different task to be done It's a sisyphean struggle to get started on most things Yet words are my escape I share my dreams with others As their stories flow into me My consciousness recedes Rarely enough to have complete silence But even whispers are a relief From the thunderous yells "You're just lazy!" and "You'll never amount to anything." Those words and more echo through my mind Every second of every minute of every day. Wistful "if only"'s of impossible scenarios Are my constant refrain All efforts I make turn to ash and dust Just taking the next step, the next breath is a fight It's feels like it's me against the world And that weight is heavier than I can hold

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My tenuous grip on the edge of oblivion is slipping. As I suffocate under the anxiety Induced by a world driving full speed into it's own destruction. Any effort I put forth to change my lot is crushed by a system designed to exploit. After being promised a future of opportunity and success. Society is crumbling, and a part of me wants to emulate Nero and dance to the flames. If only I could find the energy, but by design The downtrodden and desperate can only see the next step. Obscured by the shadows of oligarchs stealing money from the poor. When is it time to rise up and throw these shackles off My throat is closed, the hangman's noose around my neck As my hands are bound and my ankles weighted down with a ball and chain How do I escape this hellscape that has me bound Is that only just a dream, ephemeral and ethereal Unable to be grasped by my reaching hands As I fade away, will there be anything left of me to remember

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Mar 23, 2025

Mar 23, 2025 at 10:22 PM UTC

Remembrance

My tenuous grip on the edge of oblivion is slipping. As I suffocate under the anxiety Induced by a world driving full speed into it's own destruction. Any effort I put forth to change my lot is crushed by a system designed to exploit. After being promised a future of opportunity and success. Society is crumbling, and a part of me wants to emulate Nero and dance to the flames. If only I could find the energy, but by design The downtrodden and desperate can only see the next step. Obscured by the shadows of oligarchs stealing money from the poor. When is it time to rise up and throw these shackles off My throat is closed, the hangman's noose around my neck As my hands are bound and my ankles weighted down with a ball and chain How do I escape this hellscape that has me bound Is that only just a dream, ephemeral and ethereal Unable to be grasped by my reaching hands As I fade away, will there be anything left of me to remember

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Adrift I float in an uncaring ocean left, abandoned all ties severed solitude and emptiness unwanted, unneeded all traces of me washed away with the tide forgotten, alone

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Aug 30, 2021

Aug 30, 2021 at 11:46 AM UTC

Haiku Triptych on Isolation

Adrift I float in an uncaring ocean left, abandoned all ties severed solitude and emptiness unwanted, unneeded all traces of me washed away with the tide forgotten, alone

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