TySoth - Hello Poetry

your voice fills empty spaces these spaces belong to me they echo filling up every room

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Jul 12, 2018

Jul 12, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC

your voice fills empty spaces these spaces belong to me they echo filling up every room

The one who I long to be, Is not anyone else, Truthfully, it is simply me. A younger me, A blissful me, A lost me. A different person, a different time. I have grown into a new shape, Constructed by those around me. All I want is to go back to my roots. To feel as free as I used to be. Simply, I just want to be me.

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Jul 8, 2018

Jul 8, 2018 at 12:54 AM UTC

A True Me

The one who I long to be, Is not anyone else, Truthfully, it is simply me. A younger me, A blissful me, A lost me. A different person, a different time. I have grown into a new shape, Constructed by those around me. All I want is to go back to my roots. To feel as free as I used to be. Simply, I just want to be me.

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I make my way to the window It is this place where we meet Full of excitement, light on my feet I come here quite often Waiting for her to arrive My waiting ends when I see Her walking, coming up to me Separated by a window We speak as we usually do As inevitably as the sun sets She turns to leave with the light I make my way to the window Summer ends, time doesn’t stop But our meetings, I’d never swap We still meet here separated A window still stands between All I want is to open the window To rid what I am bounded by I make my way to the window Our meetings now, less frequent I miss that heavenly sequence I stand here hoping she’ll come around I should’ve said how I truly feel I should’ve yelled it from the window sill I make my way to the window She’s not coming anymore With that thought I’m sure With one last look I see her once more I’ve longed for this moment We are now as we were before Nothing less nothing more My feelings haven’t changed But I think I’m content Keeping the window shut for now As inevitably as the moon rises She leaves with the light I still want to tell her All I want is for her to know But I’m happy here, for now Morning comes again I make my way to the window

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Jan 10, 2018

Jan 10, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC

The Window

I make my way to the window It is this place where we meet Full of excitement, light on my feet I come here quite often Waiting for her to arrive My waiting ends when I see Her walking, coming up to me Separated by a window We speak as we usually do As inevitably as the sun sets She turns to leave with the light I make my way to the window Summer ends, time doesn’t stop But our meetings, I’d never swap We still meet here separated A window still stands between All I want is to open the window To rid what I am bounded by I make my way to the window Our meetings now, less frequent I miss that heavenly sequence I stand here hoping she’ll come around I should’ve said how I truly feel I should’ve yelled it from the window sill I make my way to the window She’s not coming anymore With that thought I’m sure With one last look I see her once more I’ve longed for this moment We are now as we were before Nothing less nothing more My feelings haven’t changed But I think I’m content Keeping the window shut for now As inevitably as the moon rises She leaves with the light I still want to tell her All I want is for her to know But I’m happy here, for now Morning comes again I make my way to the window

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We met in a peculiar way, as most would say What it has grown into, makes me thankful for that day Life is a tide, always shifting and never ceasing Footsteps left in the sand, only to be washed away I don't usually get close, but I find myself releasing These walls which keep me from opening up But like the tide, I am always changing, washing away You are in part to thank, when I'm down you help pickup The pieces, not by doing anything special, but by being you And the tide comes again, washing away, making me whole

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Dec 5, 2017

Dec 5, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC

The Tide

We met in a peculiar way, as most would say What it has grown into, makes me thankful for that day Life is a tide, always shifting and never ceasing Footsteps left in the sand, only to be washed away I don't usually get close, but I find myself releasing These walls which keep me from opening up But like the tide, I am always changing, washing away You are in part to thank, when I'm down you help pickup The pieces, not by doing anything special, but by being you And the tide comes again, washing away, making me whole

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I stand in a meadow, apart from civilization Only thoughts in my mind, my creation They begin to buzz like bees with the wind, Where one thought begins the other ends, I find myself here more often than not, For it is a safe place for my mind to roam, Among the flowers in the meadow, my mind is at peace, For my anxieties and stresses begin to decrease, While this time it may seem calm, a quiet sensation, A storm is brewing on the horizon, giving me an inclination, Am I equipped to weather this storm? Am I strong enough in my current form? I turn to the wind and let my mind wonder once more, For the storm is in my head, I created it from nothing, I stand firm in my current place, waiting for the storm to arrive, I brace, Letting my feelings and emotions run free, For these thoughts they do not rule me, Letting them go, letting them roam, this will set me free, The storm has passed, I survived, A lesson is to be learned, for I did not die, The mind is a strong and beautiful thing, So much happiness it can bring, Always believe in your thoughts, don't be afraid to let them roam, For when it is time they will come home, In your head you can take fear, Whether it be far, or be it near, You can cast it out, never to return I am the captain of my darkness, the king of my mind, I might lose control from time to time, But in the end my thoughts are mine, These thoughts they shape me, they make me whole, I am at peace, these thoughts have taught me, self-control.

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Dec 5, 2017

Dec 5, 2017 at 3:52 PM UTC

My Mind

I stand in a meadow, apart from civilization Only thoughts in my mind, my creation They begin to buzz like bees with the wind, Where one thought begins the other ends, I find myself here more often than not, For it is a safe place for my mind to roam, Among the flowers in the meadow, my mind is at peace, For my anxieties and stresses begin to decrease, While this time it may seem calm, a quiet sensation, A storm is brewing on the horizon, giving me an inclination, Am I equipped to weather this storm? Am I strong enough in my current form? I turn to the wind and let my mind wonder once more, For the storm is in my head, I created it from nothing, I stand firm in my current place, waiting for the storm to arrive, I brace, Letting my feelings and emotions run free, For these thoughts they do not rule me, Letting them go, letting them roam, this will set me free, The storm has passed, I survived, A lesson is to be learned, for I did not die, The mind is a strong and beautiful thing, So much happiness it can bring, Always believe in your thoughts, don't be afraid to let them roam, For when it is time they will come home, In your head you can take fear, Whether it be far, or be it near, You can cast it out, never to return I am the captain of my darkness, the king of my mind, I might lose control from time to time, But in the end my thoughts are mine, These thoughts they shape me, they make me whole, I am at peace, these thoughts have taught me, self-control.

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[A Journey Awaits] A spontaneous trip A leap of faith Going on my own Unsure of what’s to follow Will I find what I’m looking for? A sound breaks my thoughts It’s boarding time I make my way to the platform I hand over my ticket, it has begun I find a seat on this train A private place for me A silent ride awaits I can sleep unbothered No distractions, by myself I am thankful for this now Out of the corner of my eye She seizes my attention Walking through the train Catching everyone’s eye Without an intention Her beauty demands Observation An empty seat across from me A vessel to be taken To my surprise She takes a turn in front of me And places herself there My silent ride I yearned for No longer interests me My original plans are dashed They are no more But the plans that have replaced them Are better, this, for sure I didn’t know this would take place Oh, baby with your pretty face Strike me with your stare Look, those eyes Crystal, milky white You smirk I can’t help but smile Your lips, like a plum Look soft to the touch Our stare continues This moment seems timeless We are suspended in the air What’s on your mind Do I have to guess? The thoughts entice me Knowing you, knowing me I don’t know where you came from You don’t know where I’m going A bullet train speeding Cutting through a meadow Like knives through butter How long have we been here? How many hours left? I look back to you Your face beautiful, astounding You look out the window I notice your perfect complexion Bright and smooth I feel present in this moment A blissful feeling erupts Being in your presence I could have missed this train A spontaneous trip was made A last minute decision Those decisions have led to this Thankful that I’ve made them My thoughts are interrupted When you look back to me What do you see? Is it joy you feel? Or melancholy? What’s on her mind do I have to guess? What I am unaware of Is that inside your mind your thoughts Are similar to mine What’s on his mind do I have to guess? Does he think I’m beautiful? Does he feel joy Looking back at me? We lock eyes once more An intense exquisite stare Peering into our minds We finally see what’s there A fantasy is what we see I’ll carry you You’ll carry me Through times of despair I’ll lead you You’ll lead me Going anywhere The conductor alerts Our destinations near I didn’t know where you came from You didn’t know where I was going But we arrived Together, Here. [A Journey Begins]

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Dec 5, 2017

Dec 5, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC

Journey

[A Journey Awaits] A spontaneous trip A leap of faith Going on my own Unsure of what’s to follow Will I find what I’m looking for? A sound breaks my thoughts It’s boarding time I make my way to the platform I hand over my ticket, it has begun I find a seat on this train A private place for me A silent ride awaits I can sleep unbothered No distractions, by myself I am thankful for this now Out of the corner of my eye She seizes my attention Walking through the train Catching everyone’s eye Without an intention Her beauty demands Observation An empty seat across from me A vessel to be taken To my surprise She takes a turn in front of me And places herself there My silent ride I yearned for No longer interests me My original plans are dashed They are no more But the plans that have replaced them Are better, this, for sure I didn’t know this would take place Oh, baby with your pretty face Strike me with your stare Look, those eyes Crystal, milky white You smirk I can’t help but smile Your lips, like a plum Look soft to the touch Our stare continues This moment seems timeless We are suspended in the air What’s on your mind Do I have to guess? The thoughts entice me Knowing you, knowing me I don’t know where you came from You don’t know where I’m going A bullet train speeding Cutting through a meadow Like knives through butter How long have we been here? How many hours left? I look back to you Your face beautiful, astounding You look out the window I notice your perfect complexion Bright and smooth I feel present in this moment A blissful feeling erupts Being in your presence I could have missed this train A spontaneous trip was made A last minute decision Those decisions have led to this Thankful that I’ve made them My thoughts are interrupted When you look back to me What do you see? Is it joy you feel? Or melancholy? What’s on her mind do I have to guess? What I am unaware of Is that inside your mind your thoughts Are similar to mine What’s on his mind do I have to guess? Does he think I’m beautiful? Does he feel joy Looking back at me? We lock eyes once more An intense exquisite stare Peering into our minds We finally see what’s there A fantasy is what we see I’ll carry you You’ll carry me Through times of despair I’ll lead you You’ll lead me Going anywhere The conductor alerts Our destinations near I didn’t know where you came from You didn’t know where I was going But we arrived Together, Here. [A Journey Begins]

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