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eridan
eridan
30/M I didn’t write my first poem—I created it, at the age of five. / As a teenager, I wrote fiercely, endlessly. / But I lost most of those poems, and with them, a piece of me. / Now, I am older and my words no longer rhyme.
You know why I did it, right? You decided there'd be no future. So I decided there'd be no regrets. Did it work?
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1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 9:45 AM UTC
Why I did it
Earth is an empath. She stays silent when I walk her – she knows I need time. Birds could tell stories – they see it all through thick branches and clouded windows. So many bridges go across the troubled river, and they lead to inconsistent results. There’s a lot to unpack, but do I even want to? The part of me you woke has nowhere to be placed.
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May 21
May 21, 2026 at 3:23 AM UTC
The part of me you woke
I have tasted your absence. It is bitter – it clings between my teeth and burns the roof of my mouth. **** you for showing me what I had always longed for and then letting it slip away. There’s an endless river of hatred in my heart, and it infuriates me that a single sentence could turn it back to love.
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Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 7:58 AM UTC
Taste of absence
I asked her the day I met her why she only ever writes blue hearts. She told me with a radient smile that blue is the color of water, waves and love. And I still did the only thing I know how to do - I broke her heart. And now every time I see a blue heart an ocean moves inside me and my eyes water.
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 4:13 PM UTC
Blue heart
Cold water paints lines across my skin. I think it’s rising but not to occasion. I’m in a cave it’s so dark I can’t see my face reflected. How high is the water? It has the same temperature as the air. I breathe for now but as the water rises so does the risk of suffocation.
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Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 4:58 PM UTC
Water-painted lines
My sword ~ I shall wield it in your name and drive away all that seeks to trouble you. My shield ~ I shall guard you from all that is ill, until my final breath. My loyalty ~ I shall stand behind your every choice and your every wish. My tongue ~ I shall speak for you when you struggle to find the right words. My hope ~ I shall never cease to shape the world into something better for you. My lips ~ I shall kiss you where you desire and when your heart calls. My passion ~ I shall bring it to every small thing you set your gaze upon. My shoulders ~ I shall bear your burdens whenever they grow too heavy for one soul alone. My wits ~ I shall chart our course and ensure that we never falter. My arms ~ I shall hold you close against me, so you never feel alone. My love ~ I hold an endless measure. my heart burns – let it burn for you.
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Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 3:36 AM UTC
You may have it
You seldom fall asleep after I do, so you’ve never felt how the world can vanish in an instant – how the final hours of a fading day let go of their meaning.
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Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 4:18 AM UTC
Good night
Days slip by, and seasons change, my heart remains unchanged. Wave after wave breaks against me, my brightest star – unchanged. The deeper I dive, the more of you I discover... My certainty holds unchanged. I map new territories with my hands across your body. And my love for you? Unchanged.
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Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
Unchanged
I wanted to pick you – you are so pretty, your petals full of color, your stem breathes with life. I wanted to take you, bring you with me, set you in glass, and dry you still and safe. But you – you are one of a kind. No other bloom has your quiet grace. So I won’t pick you. I’ll come to where you grow, and turn your meadow into my garden. I’ll keep you from harm, shade you from heat, water you through dry spells and shelter you from storms. Because when you find a flower you can’t live without, you don’t pick it – you grow beside it.
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Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 1:28 PM UTC
Garden
You are a mirror in which I see myself – only prettier. You work miraculously, for it is I who reflects when I look deep into your eyes. I can feel myself sprout beneath your understanding light, and in your every breath, I find a new comprehension of myself. I hear my words return to me, echoing in your depths, and every passerby brings meanings unthought. I pose for you, effortlessly correcting the posture of my mind, somehow becoming who I always was.
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Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 6:27 AM UTC
Mirror