Xnarf - Hello Poetry

I sift through the dust The rubble you and I made together Stones split by seconds Mortar thinned by years When did all the dust settle? I thought you loomed above me A silent executioner poised to strike Patient for my gaze But breath stained with grit brings a different clarity I finally noticed the bruises You never intended to strike today I’ve been battered for years and I mistook the impact for living Maybe there was no enemy after all Only echoes in my own bones Or something moving behind my ribs No name No shape A weight that grew with me and wore my face without consent I steady myself on fractured ground To whoever it may concern I am still here Strike again

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Nov 19, 2025

Nov 19, 2025 at 8:11 AM UTC

Weight of Eternity - Part 3

I sift through the dust The rubble you and I made together Stones split by seconds Mortar thinned by years When did all the dust settle? I thought you loomed above me A silent executioner poised to strike Patient for my gaze But breath stained with grit brings a different clarity I finally noticed the bruises You never intended to strike today I’ve been battered for years and I mistook the impact for living Maybe there was no enemy after all Only echoes in my own bones Or something moving behind my ribs No name No shape A weight that grew with me and wore my face without consent I steady myself on fractured ground To whoever it may concern I am still here Strike again

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Oh Father Time Unfathomable enigma Untouchable monarch of decay Do you ever feel remorse? I have chiselled at the wall With you as my only companion You, who make concrete feel like porcelain You watched every stone laid A construction stretching toward the heavens Formidable, it stood Now I stand in its rubble You watched the blood congeal Heard each grunt and roar that followed Felt the tremor of every collapse Oh high and mighty Father Time How does it feel to be met eye to eye? This is my declaration of war The field is open, make your strike

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Oct 21, 2025

Oct 21, 2025 at 5:16 AM UTC

Weight of Eternity - Part 2

Oh Father Time Unfathomable enigma Untouchable monarch of decay Do you ever feel remorse? I have chiselled at the wall With you as my only companion You, who make concrete feel like porcelain You watched every stone laid A construction stretching toward the heavens Formidable, it stood Now I stand in its rubble You watched the blood congeal Heard each grunt and roar that followed Felt the tremor of every collapse Oh high and mighty Father Time How does it feel to be met eye to eye? This is my declaration of war The field is open, make your strike

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Back against the cold, damp wall Slowly shuffling sideways Narrow ledge with debris crackling underneath bare feet Numb fingertips scrape the concrete Blindfolded by all-consuming darkness It's been days I'm counting the deafening seconds The clock hammers them like nails into my ears Sweat pearls rush to leave my forehead And I can't blame them I could be a drip of sweat One single drop Is all it would take No more clock No more wall I smirk I shuffle on

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Oct 20, 2025

Oct 20, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC

Weight of Eternity - Part 1

Back against the cold, damp wall Slowly shuffling sideways Narrow ledge with debris crackling underneath bare feet Numb fingertips scrape the concrete Blindfolded by all-consuming darkness It's been days I'm counting the deafening seconds The clock hammers them like nails into my ears Sweat pearls rush to leave my forehead And I can't blame them I could be a drip of sweat One single drop Is all it would take No more clock No more wall I smirk I shuffle on

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The perplexed, yet stoic faces of the mass Move in perfect synchronicity along its course Frowns felt with crushing gravitational force When existence itself feels like a trespass Maniacal howls pierce the night by the apex Today, the fear of Gévaudan still reverberates Heads in the sand as the beast celebrates The giant’s foot stands firm on feeble necks Underneath pretense, the green light shines To be deemed disposable, classified as obsolete Is when the voices emit their scorching heat On crumbling foundations, the oblivious dines As the once quiet sea explosively expands We find ourselves engulfed by waves and flames Dwelling in this flow, I watch as it claims Tranquility after the chaos is where it ends

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Oct 6, 2025

Oct 6, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC

Apex of Terror

The perplexed, yet stoic faces of the mass Move in perfect synchronicity along its course Frowns felt with crushing gravitational force When existence itself feels like a trespass Maniacal howls pierce the night by the apex Today, the fear of Gévaudan still reverberates Heads in the sand as the beast celebrates The giant’s foot stands firm on feeble necks Underneath pretense, the green light shines To be deemed disposable, classified as obsolete Is when the voices emit their scorching heat On crumbling foundations, the oblivious dines As the once quiet sea explosively expands We find ourselves engulfed by waves and flames Dwelling in this flow, I watch as it claims Tranquility after the chaos is where it ends

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As the thick mist inside subsides, he looks around Finally regained a form of sense Still bound Hanging on with a crumbled defence Tilting his head towards the heavens, he proclaims his disdain. Wretched beings, break your silence Acknowledge this pain Stripped of all humanity, he stands in defiance Carefully carressing his grief and sorrow The end is where he wishes to begin Deleted any perspective for tomorrow Inviting his demons back to reside within A flood of dark and putrid aura seizes his mind Now the beings once again feast As they mould and sculpt to get their prey refined His petrified heart shall never again be released Among those who stand on the edge, he now takes root The crushing presence of the nether, home sweet home The screams and whispers and everything they constitute Home is where he’ll always roam

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Aug 28, 2025

Aug 28, 2025 at 9:17 AM UTC

Homesick

As the thick mist inside subsides, he looks around Finally regained a form of sense Still bound Hanging on with a crumbled defence Tilting his head towards the heavens, he proclaims his disdain. Wretched beings, break your silence Acknowledge this pain Stripped of all humanity, he stands in defiance Carefully carressing his grief and sorrow The end is where he wishes to begin Deleted any perspective for tomorrow Inviting his demons back to reside within A flood of dark and putrid aura seizes his mind Now the beings once again feast As they mould and sculpt to get their prey refined His petrified heart shall never again be released Among those who stand on the edge, he now takes root The crushing presence of the nether, home sweet home The screams and whispers and everything they constitute Home is where he’ll always roam

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It’s starting. I feel the taps. I glance over my shoulder. No one there. In my mind? “Hey chum, got time to spare?” Time slipped and left the dreadful gaps. “Hey chum, care to wake up?” Reality calls. Eyes on us. “Help me out here?” “Sorry chum, nothing but void.” A nervous tear. Get up and pour some coffee in that cup. Dear mind, we need to talk. “Cease your violent tapping, leave me be!” Eerily quiet, but the shadows glee. Dim lights. Senses rest during a late night walk. Hopeful dawn. Tell me a story, my friend. “Look at you, chum! Paying attention!” Rising stress. His lips move, his words roll. Tap tap. “Mind, please continue to process!” A fleeting tale, instantly lost. I was there for you, yet absent. A mind deep as the universe, yet without gravity. During daylight, always beckoned by fantasy. My thoughts fade away, my memory fails. I swear it’s not apathy. I try not to drift. Please bear with me, for your love is my necessity.

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Jun 5, 2025

Jun 5, 2025 at 6:12 AM UTC

"Tap tap, chum."

It’s starting. I feel the taps. I glance over my shoulder. No one there. In my mind? “Hey chum, got time to spare?” Time slipped and left the dreadful gaps. “Hey chum, care to wake up?” Reality calls. Eyes on us. “Help me out here?” “Sorry chum, nothing but void.” A nervous tear. Get up and pour some coffee in that cup. Dear mind, we need to talk. “Cease your violent tapping, leave me be!” Eerily quiet, but the shadows glee. Dim lights. Senses rest during a late night walk. Hopeful dawn. Tell me a story, my friend. “Look at you, chum! Paying attention!” Rising stress. His lips move, his words roll. Tap tap. “Mind, please continue to process!” A fleeting tale, instantly lost. I was there for you, yet absent. A mind deep as the universe, yet without gravity. During daylight, always beckoned by fantasy. My thoughts fade away, my memory fails. I swear it’s not apathy. I try not to drift. Please bear with me, for your love is my necessity.

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A primordial spark beckons consciousness to forge its way Sensations so vivid breathing color into his gray The spiral of change leading into ascendance of the prey He welcomes this radiant spectrum of life to stay Paths collide and intertwine Follow and he swears to make you shine Aiming for the peak where only gods dine At grandeur’s frontier, shadows and doubts quietly align Within his mind, a battle of virtue and vice, always in clash Glimpses of what should be sheer happiness pass in a flash Whilst occupied with the violence, the world offered him more than any hoard of cash Help him find a way to let his weary mind refresh It seems he wrote of this tale a hundred times before No less expected of a man bruised at his core He coaxes life for a dance once more Haunted by his own ghost, he’ll never be alone on the dancefloor Countless quests, yet the golden apple remains out of sight Dwelling in the lust for that which brings naught but blight He could be crowned in gold, raised to a dazzling height He could be a rich man, if only he’d learn what is worth the fight

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May 30, 2025

May 30, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC

He could be a rich man

A primordial spark beckons consciousness to forge its way Sensations so vivid breathing color into his gray The spiral of change leading into ascendance of the prey He welcomes this radiant spectrum of life to stay Paths collide and intertwine Follow and he swears to make you shine Aiming for the peak where only gods dine At grandeur’s frontier, shadows and doubts quietly align Within his mind, a battle of virtue and vice, always in clash Glimpses of what should be sheer happiness pass in a flash Whilst occupied with the violence, the world offered him more than any hoard of cash Help him find a way to let his weary mind refresh It seems he wrote of this tale a hundred times before No less expected of a man bruised at his core He coaxes life for a dance once more Haunted by his own ghost, he’ll never be alone on the dancefloor Countless quests, yet the golden apple remains out of sight Dwelling in the lust for that which brings naught but blight He could be crowned in gold, raised to a dazzling height He could be a rich man, if only he’d learn what is worth the fight

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An outreached hand to the depths of despair A foreign warmth to thaw the frozen stare The slumber breaks, the recluse now aware You are there Like moth to flame, a worship in bloom Fixated. Yearning for your time to consume All the darkness faded, that was to presume Were it not for the demons that invaded the room Stars aligned, brought within proximity Hearts conspired, connected by affinity Wired to your soul, craving for continuity Golden opportunity squandered by insecurity When the demons resort to intimidation How can a fragile soul combat such confrontation? High and mighty, they spoke of salvation Here I crumbled in the wake of their devastation All those nights awake, body numb, ever so tired Endlessly looping what fate had conspired Wishing for the strength that the moment required All hopes and dreams once again expired Forgotten, left to bleed along with time Escaping the depths, an excruciating climb Emerged, it’s clear that your path became sublime Demons, for her sake I thank your crime As my world was left to burn You danced without concern The void still whispers, aching to return But memory arms me well to spurn What might've been keeps me obsessing I'd swear it's different now, but I'm just guessing All I know is, though it's distressing This curse of mine was your blessing.

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May 26, 2025

May 26, 2025 at 6:11 AM UTC

Assyl

An outreached hand to the depths of despair A foreign warmth to thaw the frozen stare The slumber breaks, the recluse now aware You are there Like moth to flame, a worship in bloom Fixated. Yearning for your time to consume All the darkness faded, that was to presume Were it not for the demons that invaded the room Stars aligned, brought within proximity Hearts conspired, connected by affinity Wired to your soul, craving for continuity Golden opportunity squandered by insecurity When the demons resort to intimidation How can a fragile soul combat such confrontation? High and mighty, they spoke of salvation Here I crumbled in the wake of their devastation All those nights awake, body numb, ever so tired Endlessly looping what fate had conspired Wishing for the strength that the moment required All hopes and dreams once again expired Forgotten, left to bleed along with time Escaping the depths, an excruciating climb Emerged, it’s clear that your path became sublime Demons, for her sake I thank your crime As my world was left to burn You danced without concern The void still whispers, aching to return But memory arms me well to spurn What might've been keeps me obsessing I'd swear it's different now, but I'm just guessing All I know is, though it's distressing This curse of mine was your blessing.

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A rupture in silence, stolen peace Uninviting brightness signalling my release Unshackled, torn from where I lay Involuntarily I enter the fray I present thou my mere body and soul Unbeknownst this presence shall take its toll Overwhelmingly consumed, sworn to cherish Inevitably destined to once again perish Carve the canvas, paint the way Defiant to thy bidding, led astray Cast adrift where echoes wane Cursed to orbit fear and pain Wounded and struggling to retrace Attempts to rekindle, efforts to replace Futility lies beneath the dark glare of despair One shall not walk this dreadful path, I swear The forsaken now seek to guide Where many had fallen and tried The adept stand as stronghold where one should falter A last and valiant attempt for fate to alter Inexorable strife lurking from the uncharted rift Once more, my soul I lay as gift In brittle armor I stand before thee, ghost And plead to take me off this tarnished coast Sink where time no longer weighs Fade into the quiet haze As the echoes draw a conclusion to the trail of shattered stone In the moment of reckoning all will be reduced to dust and bone Now the echoes draw their final breath All is dust, yet what defines death?

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Feb 6, 2025

Feb 6, 2025 at 1:46 PM UTC

Genesis?

A rupture in silence, stolen peace Uninviting brightness signalling my release Unshackled, torn from where I lay Involuntarily I enter the fray I present thou my mere body and soul Unbeknownst this presence shall take its toll Overwhelmingly consumed, sworn to cherish Inevitably destined to once again perish Carve the canvas, paint the way Defiant to thy bidding, led astray Cast adrift where echoes wane Cursed to orbit fear and pain Wounded and struggling to retrace Attempts to rekindle, efforts to replace Futility lies beneath the dark glare of despair One shall not walk this dreadful path, I swear The forsaken now seek to guide Where many had fallen and tried The adept stand as stronghold where one should falter A last and valiant attempt for fate to alter Inexorable strife lurking from the uncharted rift Once more, my soul I lay as gift In brittle armor I stand before thee, ghost And plead to take me off this tarnished coast Sink where time no longer weighs Fade into the quiet haze As the echoes draw a conclusion to the trail of shattered stone In the moment of reckoning all will be reduced to dust and bone Now the echoes draw their final breath All is dust, yet what defines death?

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