austin-morrison - Hello Poetry

We both sat in different cities when our conversation started, not chasing sparks, just tired souls looking for soft places to rest. No promises hung in the air, no games, no veiled agendas— just a quiet click, like puzzle pieces long lost now found in the same box. You asked what I’m passionate about, and I didn’t hold back. You didn’t flinch at the messy parts. You shared your own— not for pity, not for drama, just truth, and I listened like I’d been waiting to hear you all my life. We laughed about bad jokes, Talk over what we each had for dinner, traded secrets like childhood treasures buried too deep for most to see. For once, I didn’t feel like explaining myself was a chore. And you— you didn’t try to fix me. You just listened, like you knew the weight of it too. I don’t know where this is going— if anywhere. But for tonight, your voice is a light in a room I forgot needed one. And that’s enough.

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May 14, 2025

May 14, 2025 at 11:46 PM UTC

The First Talk

We both sat in different cities when our conversation started, not chasing sparks, just tired souls looking for soft places to rest. No promises hung in the air, no games, no veiled agendas— just a quiet click, like puzzle pieces long lost now found in the same box. You asked what I’m passionate about, and I didn’t hold back. You didn’t flinch at the messy parts. You shared your own— not for pity, not for drama, just truth, and I listened like I’d been waiting to hear you all my life. We laughed about bad jokes, Talk over what we each had for dinner, traded secrets like childhood treasures buried too deep for most to see. For once, I didn’t feel like explaining myself was a chore. And you— you didn’t try to fix me. You just listened, like you knew the weight of it too. I don’t know where this is going— if anywhere. But for tonight, your voice is a light in a room I forgot needed one. And that’s enough.

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I wake to a sky painted gray, Another day carved from the endless stone, Dragging my shadow through time’s heavy hands, While the question festers: where do I belong? The mirror offers no map, Only the hollow stare of someone aging too fast, Late twenties—a milestone to nowhere, Just a rung in the ladder I never asked to climb. The world outside is a roaring machine, Grinding hope into sparks that vanish in the dark. Corruption drips from the seams of the streets, And I can’t decide if I’m angry, Or just too tired to care. I keep moving, though, Lost in the rhythm of meaningless tasks. My purpose feels like a phantom, Always one step ahead, Always laughing as I stumble behind. Happiness? It’s a language I don’t speak. It’s a dream I don’t dare to dream, Not when the weight of my flaws Makes me wonder if anyone could Love me for who I am, And not the mask I wear to survive is starting to crack. The chaos grows louder each year, Like a wildfire feasting on the brittle bones of society. And yet, I think—I hope—I can find a quiet place, A haven amidst the ruin, Where the world’s collapse doesn’t matter. I don’t need salvation, Just a corner of warmth, A voice that says, Stay awhile, I'm with you. A home, not built of bricks, But of arms that hold me when the ash falls. And so I wander, Through this maze of broken dreams and empty days, Waiting for a break in the storm, For a hand to guide me, For the fire to rage and the world to end, While I finally find the peace Of wondering home.

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May 14, 2025

May 14, 2025 at 11:03 PM UTC

Wondering home

I wake to a sky painted gray, Another day carved from the endless stone, Dragging my shadow through time’s heavy hands, While the question festers: where do I belong? The mirror offers no map, Only the hollow stare of someone aging too fast, Late twenties—a milestone to nowhere, Just a rung in the ladder I never asked to climb. The world outside is a roaring machine, Grinding hope into sparks that vanish in the dark. Corruption drips from the seams of the streets, And I can’t decide if I’m angry, Or just too tired to care. I keep moving, though, Lost in the rhythm of meaningless tasks. My purpose feels like a phantom, Always one step ahead, Always laughing as I stumble behind. Happiness? It’s a language I don’t speak. It’s a dream I don’t dare to dream, Not when the weight of my flaws Makes me wonder if anyone could Love me for who I am, And not the mask I wear to survive is starting to crack. The chaos grows louder each year, Like a wildfire feasting on the brittle bones of society. And yet, I think—I hope—I can find a quiet place, A haven amidst the ruin, Where the world’s collapse doesn’t matter. I don’t need salvation, Just a corner of warmth, A voice that says, Stay awhile, I'm with you. A home, not built of bricks, But of arms that hold me when the ash falls. And so I wander, Through this maze of broken dreams and empty days, Waiting for a break in the storm, For a hand to guide me, For the fire to rage and the world to end, While I finally find the peace Of wondering home.

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To my younger self, You’re probably skating through the streets, Wheels humming like a heartbeat, Lost in the rush of wind and freedom. Keep that feeling close—it doesn’t fade. Not everything needs to. I’m doing okay, believe it or not. No, I’m not the artist or the adventurer you dreamed of, But I’ve found a place, A job that isn’t perfect but offers a path, Even if it’s not the one we mapped out. And guess what? The games still bring joy, The same crew still laughing, still losing hours To worlds that feel bigger than this one. It’s okay to stay young, To carry the fire of your wild ideas. There’s no clock chasing you, No race to be someone else’s version of grown. Breathe. Things move forward, even when they hurt. But now to you, my future self— I have to confess something. That comfort I just offered? It’s a half-truth. Right now, it’s hard. Harder than I let the past know. The days blur, And the nights are loud with questions I can’t seem to answer. I want to ask you what to do— What path to take, what risk to make— But I already know your answer: Keep going. It’s the only advice we’ve ever trusted, isn’t it? I don’t know what you will look like, If the years have been kind to your reflection Or just heavier in their weight. I don’t know where you stand, What city, what job, what life you’ll claim as your own. But I do know this: No matter how lost I feel, No matter how hard it gets, I’ll keep trying, keep pushing. Not for the world, Not even for the past me But for you. So that one day, You’ll look back and know I did my best to get us here. Yours, The in-between, The uncertain, The still-trying.

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Nov 21, 2024

Nov 21, 2024 at 5:43 PM UTC

Letter from the in-between

To my younger self, You’re probably skating through the streets, Wheels humming like a heartbeat, Lost in the rush of wind and freedom. Keep that feeling close—it doesn’t fade. Not everything needs to. I’m doing okay, believe it or not. No, I’m not the artist or the adventurer you dreamed of, But I’ve found a place, A job that isn’t perfect but offers a path, Even if it’s not the one we mapped out. And guess what? The games still bring joy, The same crew still laughing, still losing hours To worlds that feel bigger than this one. It’s okay to stay young, To carry the fire of your wild ideas. There’s no clock chasing you, No race to be someone else’s version of grown. Breathe. Things move forward, even when they hurt. But now to you, my future self— I have to confess something. That comfort I just offered? It’s a half-truth. Right now, it’s hard. Harder than I let the past know. The days blur, And the nights are loud with questions I can’t seem to answer. I want to ask you what to do— What path to take, what risk to make— But I already know your answer: Keep going. It’s the only advice we’ve ever trusted, isn’t it? I don’t know what you will look like, If the years have been kind to your reflection Or just heavier in their weight. I don’t know where you stand, What city, what job, what life you’ll claim as your own. But I do know this: No matter how lost I feel, No matter how hard it gets, I’ll keep trying, keep pushing. Not for the world, Not even for the past me But for you. So that one day, You’ll look back and know I did my best to get us here. Yours, The in-between, The uncertain, The still-trying.

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Sometimes I remember you, On nights when the stars feel closer, When silence presses heavy on my chest, And I ache for the way you once fit there. I see us in flashes— A late-night drive with the world asleep, Your laughter dancing in the air, Breaking the quiet like a song I’ll never hear again. We made the moon jealous, Didn’t we? I remember the afternoons too, Worn-out paths beneath our feet, Your hand brushing mine like it was meant to. We talked of dreams, of nothing, of everything, And nothing else mattered. Not the ticking of clocks, Not the weight of the world. Just you. Just us. You were perfect to me— More than perfect, You were home. The one who made the chaos pause, The one who saw the worst of me, And stayed. I loved the way we teased each other, How your smile dared the sun to shine brighter. You knew all my edges, my flaws, my fears, And still, you fit into my arms like they were built for you. I would give it all back— Every piece of myself, Every fragment of pride, To stand in that place again. But these are just memories now, A cruel echo of what once was. No words can turn back time, No plea can undo the silence you left behind. I think about you daily— Your voice, your touch, your everything. And I regret. I regret every moment I let slip, Every second I thought we had forever. Because forever ended too soon, And now I walk alone, Knowing I will never love another like I loved you. Sometimes, I remember you, And the world feels both too much and not enough. You’re gone, And I’m here, Holding onto the pieces of us, Wishing I had held you tighter when I had the chance.

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Nov 21, 2024

Nov 21, 2024 at 10:30 AM UTC

Sometimes i remember you

Sometimes I remember you, On nights when the stars feel closer, When silence presses heavy on my chest, And I ache for the way you once fit there. I see us in flashes— A late-night drive with the world asleep, Your laughter dancing in the air, Breaking the quiet like a song I’ll never hear again. We made the moon jealous, Didn’t we? I remember the afternoons too, Worn-out paths beneath our feet, Your hand brushing mine like it was meant to. We talked of dreams, of nothing, of everything, And nothing else mattered. Not the ticking of clocks, Not the weight of the world. Just you. Just us. You were perfect to me— More than perfect, You were home. The one who made the chaos pause, The one who saw the worst of me, And stayed. I loved the way we teased each other, How your smile dared the sun to shine brighter. You knew all my edges, my flaws, my fears, And still, you fit into my arms like they were built for you. I would give it all back— Every piece of myself, Every fragment of pride, To stand in that place again. But these are just memories now, A cruel echo of what once was. No words can turn back time, No plea can undo the silence you left behind. I think about you daily— Your voice, your touch, your everything. And I regret. I regret every moment I let slip, Every second I thought we had forever. Because forever ended too soon, And now I walk alone, Knowing I will never love another like I loved you. Sometimes, I remember you, And the world feels both too much and not enough. You’re gone, And I’m here, Holding onto the pieces of us, Wishing I had held you tighter when I had the chance.

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The night wraps itself around me, a velvet shroud, Whispering promises of warmth in its false crowd. I stumble into her arms, but her name escapes me, A faceless phantom, filling empty shapes. The lights blur, the music dulls the ache, Her touch a fleeting balm for what I fake. Laughter spills like wine, hollow and thin, But it can't drown the silence screaming within. Her eyes search mine, but find nothing inside, Afraid she'll see our feelings collide. A soul adrift, lost in an endless sea, Clinging to strangers for company. I tell myself it's enough, this fleeting play, A masquerade to keep the darkness at bay. Yet when dawn arrives, her warmth is gone, And I’m left with my shadow to lean upon. The bed feels colder, though I am not alone, Her presence fades like a forgotten tone. What am I but a man with borrowed fire, A marionette of fleeting desire? I long for something deeper, real and true, But my hands are too stained to reach out for you. And so I drift, lost in the night’s disguise, Hiding my emptiness beneath blank eyes.

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Nov 19, 2024

Nov 19, 2024 at 12:19 PM UTC

Blank Eyes

The night wraps itself around me, a velvet shroud, Whispering promises of warmth in its false crowd. I stumble into her arms, but her name escapes me, A faceless phantom, filling empty shapes. The lights blur, the music dulls the ache, Her touch a fleeting balm for what I fake. Laughter spills like wine, hollow and thin, But it can't drown the silence screaming within. Her eyes search mine, but find nothing inside, Afraid she'll see our feelings collide. A soul adrift, lost in an endless sea, Clinging to strangers for company. I tell myself it's enough, this fleeting play, A masquerade to keep the darkness at bay. Yet when dawn arrives, her warmth is gone, And I’m left with my shadow to lean upon. The bed feels colder, though I am not alone, Her presence fades like a forgotten tone. What am I but a man with borrowed fire, A marionette of fleeting desire? I long for something deeper, real and true, But my hands are too stained to reach out for you. And so I drift, lost in the night’s disguise, Hiding my emptiness beneath blank eyes.

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In the depths of silence, where shadows reside, A heavy heart, burdened, cannot hide. Unseen, unnoticed, like a ghostly wraith, I wander through existence, lost in a desolate faith. In a crowded room, I fade to gray, Whispers and laughter, they all drift away. An outsider peering through misty eyes, Yearning for connection, but met with empty skies. Words unspoken, like echoes unheard, Emotions trapped, stifled, never stirred. My voice, a mere whisper in the wind, Aching to be heard, to matter, to rescind. The world moves on, an unforgiving tide, Leaving me stranded, unwanted, denied. Invisible threads bind me, a lonely refrain, Longing for affection, like a wilted flower in the rain. I seek solace in dreams, a sanctuary of the mind, Where I am cherished, accepted, intertwined. But awakening brings me back to the bitter truth, That I am but a shadow, lost in the uncaring sleuth. Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker remains, A glimmer of hope, a spark that sustains. For within this void, a strength starts to ignite, Embracing my worth, pushing through the night. Though I may feel ignored, unwanted, unseen, I'll rise above the shadows, where dreams intervene. For in this vast universe, I'll find my own way, To shine brightly, even if skies remain gray.

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Jun 3, 2023

Jun 3, 2023 at 1:10 PM UTC

Gray skies

In the depths of silence, where shadows reside, A heavy heart, burdened, cannot hide. Unseen, unnoticed, like a ghostly wraith, I wander through existence, lost in a desolate faith. In a crowded room, I fade to gray, Whispers and laughter, they all drift away. An outsider peering through misty eyes, Yearning for connection, but met with empty skies. Words unspoken, like echoes unheard, Emotions trapped, stifled, never stirred. My voice, a mere whisper in the wind, Aching to be heard, to matter, to rescind. The world moves on, an unforgiving tide, Leaving me stranded, unwanted, denied. Invisible threads bind me, a lonely refrain, Longing for affection, like a wilted flower in the rain. I seek solace in dreams, a sanctuary of the mind, Where I am cherished, accepted, intertwined. But awakening brings me back to the bitter truth, That I am but a shadow, lost in the uncaring sleuth. Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker remains, A glimmer of hope, a spark that sustains. For within this void, a strength starts to ignite, Embracing my worth, pushing through the night. Though I may feel ignored, unwanted, unseen, I'll rise above the shadows, where dreams intervene. For in this vast universe, I'll find my own way, To shine brightly, even if skies remain gray.

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A recent meeting led me to a girl, She was a butterfly, free and wild And I was drawn in by her fluttering style. Her wings were painted with colors so bright. We sat by the water, talking all night, And for a moment, everything felt just right. Her laugh was so contagious, my heart skipped a beat. Whenever I'm with her, I feel so at ease, Comfortable, and happy, with a sense of peace. But uncertainty creeps in, and doubt fills my mind, Does she feel the same, or am I just blind? She's not looking for something, at least for now, And I'm left feeling lost, wondering how. Despite it all, I still cherish each and every day, The way her smile lights up my way. And though my heart's fearful, and my mind's in strife, I'll hold on to hope, and enjoy this journey of life.

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May 28, 2023

May 28, 2023 at 8:52 PM UTC

Butterfly

A recent meeting led me to a girl, She was a butterfly, free and wild And I was drawn in by her fluttering style. Her wings were painted with colors so bright. We sat by the water, talking all night, And for a moment, everything felt just right. Her laugh was so contagious, my heart skipped a beat. Whenever I'm with her, I feel so at ease, Comfortable, and happy, with a sense of peace. But uncertainty creeps in, and doubt fills my mind, Does she feel the same, or am I just blind? She's not looking for something, at least for now, And I'm left feeling lost, wondering how. Despite it all, I still cherish each and every day, The way her smile lights up my way. And though my heart's fearful, and my mind's in strife, I'll hold on to hope, and enjoy this journey of life.

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In shadows cast by a weary heart, Where solitude weaves its subtle art, I find myself lost in a lonely abyss, As feelings of neglect persist. Once cherished, now a distant ghost, Love's ember fades, it's what I fear most. In the depths of my soul, a tempest brews, Aching echoes of a love I can't lose. Alone, I stand in a crowded room, Yearning for connection, a shared bloom. But like a shadow, I'm unseen, unknown, By the one I hold dear, my heart's cornerstone. Unwanted whispers linger in the air, As my pleas for attention become despair. Silent tears paint a canvas of sorrow, As I search for solace in the morrow. Do I not matter, am I just a ghost? My heart longs for warmth, the love I miss most. Yet silence engulfs, a bitter refrain, Leaving me trapped in this ocean of pain. But amidst the darkness, a flicker remains, A glimmer of hope that somehow sustains. I'll reclaim my worth, my spirit will rise, And spread my wings beneath desolate skies. For even in solitude, strength is found, In the depths of my being, a resounding sound. I'll learn to embrace my own company, And find solace in the depths of me. I'll treasure my heart, its worth untold, And cherish the love I long to unfold. For though I may feel alone and ignored, My spirit won't falter, I won't be ignored. In time, the wounds will surely heal, And new beginnings will gently reveal. That love is not confined to one's embrace, But flows in abundance through life's vast space. So, I'll rise from the shadows, embrace the light, Unburdened by darkness, ready to take flight. For even in solitude, I'll find my own way, And love's sweet symphony will guide me each day.

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May 28, 2023

May 28, 2023 at 8:51 PM UTC

Flickering light

In shadows cast by a weary heart, Where solitude weaves its subtle art, I find myself lost in a lonely abyss, As feelings of neglect persist. Once cherished, now a distant ghost, Love's ember fades, it's what I fear most. In the depths of my soul, a tempest brews, Aching echoes of a love I can't lose. Alone, I stand in a crowded room, Yearning for connection, a shared bloom. But like a shadow, I'm unseen, unknown, By the one I hold dear, my heart's cornerstone. Unwanted whispers linger in the air, As my pleas for attention become despair. Silent tears paint a canvas of sorrow, As I search for solace in the morrow. Do I not matter, am I just a ghost? My heart longs for warmth, the love I miss most. Yet silence engulfs, a bitter refrain, Leaving me trapped in this ocean of pain. But amidst the darkness, a flicker remains, A glimmer of hope that somehow sustains. I'll reclaim my worth, my spirit will rise, And spread my wings beneath desolate skies. For even in solitude, strength is found, In the depths of my being, a resounding sound. I'll learn to embrace my own company, And find solace in the depths of me. I'll treasure my heart, its worth untold, And cherish the love I long to unfold. For though I may feel alone and ignored, My spirit won't falter, I won't be ignored. In time, the wounds will surely heal, And new beginnings will gently reveal. That love is not confined to one's embrace, But flows in abundance through life's vast space. So, I'll rise from the shadows, embrace the light, Unburdened by darkness, ready to take flight. For even in solitude, I'll find my own way, And love's sweet symphony will guide me each day.

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These days I go to more funerals than weddings. I bury my friends and family more than flowers. The city has grown quiet, yet the world is on fire. I lay my head down and burn with it. Because we dug our own grave, and it's a good fit.

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Jan 14, 2022

Jan 14, 2022 at 12:39 PM UTC

Planting Flowers

These days I go to more funerals than weddings. I bury my friends and family more than flowers. The city has grown quiet, yet the world is on fire. I lay my head down and burn with it. Because we dug our own grave, and it's a good fit.

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I always liked magic. Being tricked into believing things that are not real. I even decided to learn it for myself. I got so good that I managed to trick myself into believing we would work. The feeling you gave me was so magical, I should have realized it to be fake. You got under my sheets then vanished, as if you were never there, to begin with. I played it off thinking you would pop up somewhere else like it was one of my tricks, but you never did. Left searching alone for so long, I grew tired and impatient. I have lost my love for magic even though I still managed to be tricked. I have learned I was never a magician, just a jester playing the fool.

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Nov 17, 2020

Nov 17, 2020 at 6:46 PM UTC

Magician or Fool

I always liked magic. Being tricked into believing things that are not real. I even decided to learn it for myself. I got so good that I managed to trick myself into believing we would work. The feeling you gave me was so magical, I should have realized it to be fake. You got under my sheets then vanished, as if you were never there, to begin with. I played it off thinking you would pop up somewhere else like it was one of my tricks, but you never did. Left searching alone for so long, I grew tired and impatient. I have lost my love for magic even though I still managed to be tricked. I have learned I was never a magician, just a jester playing the fool.

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