amber-silas - Hello Poetry

There is a missing boy I knew him years ago His picture drenches the socials His family pleads It's been about a fortnight His story on the news Disappeared under suspicious circumstances Search parties gather His ID, found along the highway The apartment showed signs of struggle His pictures plaster This boy is loved 1 person of interest, at large 1 ex in custody, questioned Watching from the shadows I'm largely unaffected vaguely sad Until this morning Lost boy You walked down the bookstore aisle Behind your Aunt From the history section to YA Leaning on crutches and grinning warmth You were younger, the boy I recall We embraced, I told you how glad I was you were safe, you were home Rejoice I can tell the immediate world to call off the search So much relief I felt, all was well again on this crazy planet ...then I woke up. I long to tell your sister, your mom, all your friends, the countless volunteers who have shared photos, posts, walked the streets & forests Searching for you About the way my dreams come true Not all But certain ones are somehow realer than reality itself A premonition You come home But in the twilight mists between wake and slumber I keep these thoughts to myself No happy alarm bells ring out Because my sight is only Astral Fleeting A glimpse of other worlds I inhabit Briefly, before I'm torn back I don't tell a soul about my good symbolic omen of the missing boy Because I know that sometimes in my dreams I also walk with the dead

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Jul 1, 2025

Jul 1, 2025 at 1:56 AM UTC

Astral Lost & Found

There is a missing boy I knew him years ago His picture drenches the socials His family pleads It's been about a fortnight His story on the news Disappeared under suspicious circumstances Search parties gather His ID, found along the highway The apartment showed signs of struggle His pictures plaster This boy is loved 1 person of interest, at large 1 ex in custody, questioned Watching from the shadows I'm largely unaffected vaguely sad Until this morning Lost boy You walked down the bookstore aisle Behind your Aunt From the history section to YA Leaning on crutches and grinning warmth You were younger, the boy I recall We embraced, I told you how glad I was you were safe, you were home Rejoice I can tell the immediate world to call off the search So much relief I felt, all was well again on this crazy planet ...then I woke up. I long to tell your sister, your mom, all your friends, the countless volunteers who have shared photos, posts, walked the streets & forests Searching for you About the way my dreams come true Not all But certain ones are somehow realer than reality itself A premonition You come home But in the twilight mists between wake and slumber I keep these thoughts to myself No happy alarm bells ring out Because my sight is only Astral Fleeting A glimpse of other worlds I inhabit Briefly, before I'm torn back I don't tell a soul about my good symbolic omen of the missing boy Because I know that sometimes in my dreams I also walk with the dead

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Walked down the road to Weird tonight Haven't been there in a while A wired jaw smiles not Now my bones are in a pile

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Jun 14, 2025

Jun 14, 2025 at 1:00 AM UTC

Trap Door

Walked down the road to Weird tonight Haven't been there in a while A wired jaw smiles not Now my bones are in a pile

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I used to hold myself this same way Wound tight Fibonacci shell Frozen cold in the flames of my self given hell Grip the blankets, ask for comfort Plead for warmth The same tape inserted in the slot But maybe the player has changed Worn out story Thoughts repeat, lose some of their beauty I won't dream of endless yous and mes and theys Loosen the muscles, glow higher Tonight I'll dream of that cathedral again Endless, colors we're not meant to see, no roof to limit Beautiful, yet a better word

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Jun 14, 2025

Jun 14, 2025 at 12:55 AM UTC

Electric Dayglo Nautilus

I used to hold myself this same way Wound tight Fibonacci shell Frozen cold in the flames of my self given hell Grip the blankets, ask for comfort Plead for warmth The same tape inserted in the slot But maybe the player has changed Worn out story Thoughts repeat, lose some of their beauty I won't dream of endless yous and mes and theys Loosen the muscles, glow higher Tonight I'll dream of that cathedral again Endless, colors we're not meant to see, no roof to limit Beautiful, yet a better word

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It's never just hives It's the way he doesn't look at you anymore It's the crushing weight of always covering the shift And losing your religion Losing your humanity Your neck, right above the thin ACDF scar, Splotches of angry crimson Pay no mind This will pass your usual, painful way Slow as time till the lessons burst through Cursed with color, and too much flaming self-reflection Not enough benydrl for all this It's the figuring it all out as you go till it explodes without you Come back, I say. Live this life or better days It's never just hives

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Feb 19, 2025

Feb 19, 2025 at 10:22 PM UTC

The wanting

It's never just hives It's the way he doesn't look at you anymore It's the crushing weight of always covering the shift And losing your religion Losing your humanity Your neck, right above the thin ACDF scar, Splotches of angry crimson Pay no mind This will pass your usual, painful way Slow as time till the lessons burst through Cursed with color, and too much flaming self-reflection Not enough benydrl for all this It's the figuring it all out as you go till it explodes without you Come back, I say. Live this life or better days It's never just hives

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Too thristy to sip Too tired to sleep You know well that feeling When your physical is finite But the soul's in too deep

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Apr 6, 2022

Apr 6, 2022 at 12:37 AM UTC

Imaginations hover like a cloud of fireflies

Too thristy to sip Too tired to sleep You know well that feeling When your physical is finite But the soul's in too deep

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There he was in all his loner glory as we drove down through the mountains South towards L.A. The heron isn't solid and stable like these ancient arching stones He, of course, reminded me of you Full on airy dreams, other places to be And just like you He'd soon spread those fine feathered wings and be gone on his way

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Apr 2, 2022

Apr 2, 2022 at 8:22 PM UTC

White Heron in fields of purple and gold

There he was in all his loner glory as we drove down through the mountains South towards L.A. The heron isn't solid and stable like these ancient arching stones He, of course, reminded me of you Full on airy dreams, other places to be And just like you He'd soon spread those fine feathered wings and be gone on his way

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A small girl with braids steals snapshots out a squoval window Every soul, each object in the long cabin is overcast with a sheen of sleepy, jet fueled jet lag But daylight, pure and natural shines through on the small wanderer, basting her in possibility The plane interior is pale, cool gray with sky blue accents Matching this, the child-woman wears comfy, muted 3 day sweats {luggage lost} and the snow capped Rockies she gazes upon tie it all together: Silvers, grays, whites, and A Touch of the Blues She'll get somewhere soon but for now she'll just be

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Mar 21, 2022

Mar 21, 2022 at 7:07 PM UTC

Mountain & Sky

A small girl with braids steals snapshots out a squoval window Every soul, each object in the long cabin is overcast with a sheen of sleepy, jet fueled jet lag But daylight, pure and natural shines through on the small wanderer, basting her in possibility The plane interior is pale, cool gray with sky blue accents Matching this, the child-woman wears comfy, muted 3 day sweats {luggage lost} and the snow capped Rockies she gazes upon tie it all together: Silvers, grays, whites, and A Touch of the Blues She'll get somewhere soon but for now she'll just be

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Fievel goes West Picture me A wee mouse lofting my parcels in a handkerchief tied to a walking stick Bringing so little and gaining so much I can't wait to lay eyes on my anchor of stars Across these states In a new place so novel, so far

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Mar 14, 2022

Mar 14, 2022 at 10:09 PM UTC

Dear Orion

Fievel goes West Picture me A wee mouse lofting my parcels in a handkerchief tied to a walking stick Bringing so little and gaining so much I can't wait to lay eyes on my anchor of stars Across these states In a new place so novel, so far

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Explosion in funky beats Dreams in the key of acid The Ascension of Coltrane himself Nothing more Nothing less Bliss in raging fevers The exact color of exquisite Heartbeats in lime and bubbles with a dash of salt Help you remember how it feels to feel

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Mar 6, 2022

Mar 6, 2022 at 10:51 PM UTC

Heartbeats in Lime

Explosion in funky beats Dreams in the key of acid The Ascension of Coltrane himself Nothing more Nothing less Bliss in raging fevers The exact color of exquisite Heartbeats in lime and bubbles with a dash of salt Help you remember how it feels to feel

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It's finally beautiful outside Evening fell gently In love again Playing with fire outside Making a meal The Lumineers crooning in the background makes me feel romantic nostalgia Something in the way the coals smolder Stars are out Hopes are high In love again and it's lovely lovely lovely But. i miss you i miss you i miss you

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Mar 6, 2022

Mar 6, 2022 at 8:16 PM UTC

Atmosphere

It's finally beautiful outside Evening fell gently In love again Playing with fire outside Making a meal The Lumineers crooning in the background makes me feel romantic nostalgia Something in the way the coals smolder Stars are out Hopes are high In love again and it's lovely lovely lovely But. i miss you i miss you i miss you

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