halfwaywriter - Hello Poetry

Let me cloak you, like a curtain of rain- where time is sacred, and touch is reverence. We can unravel here- not in sunlight, but in the dance of moonlight, where no one sees how wild we burn. Yet, my vulnerabilities fly, And my walls rise, rise, rise. And these glimpses dissolve into cryptic riddles, manufactured by my own mind. In dreams, I drown my demons in pools of fog. And in this dream, we live out loud- lips on neck, unbound by time or furtive affection. When we cloak each other, we trade truth for reality. The kind that needs no introspection, just seen in the soul.

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Jun 25, 2025

Jun 25, 2025 at 10:47 PM UTC

halfwaywriter

Let Me Cloak You

Let me cloak you, like a curtain of rain- where time is sacred, and touch is reverence. We can unravel here- not in sunlight, but in the dance of moonlight, where no one sees how wild we burn. Yet, my vulnerabilities fly, And my walls rise, rise, rise. And these glimpses dissolve into cryptic riddles, manufactured by my own mind. In dreams, I drown my demons in pools of fog. And in this dream, we live out loud- lips on neck, unbound by time or furtive affection. When we cloak each other, we trade truth for reality. The kind that needs no introspection, just seen in the soul.

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Grief captures me, One who is dead but still alive, A zombie craving to consume, to seize, to raze. Infecting minds with a foul brew, with summons of wolf cries. There are no winners in this game, Unseen players in the shadows. It's like gasping for water and choking on air. The infection spreads to every depth, of your being, of my being, of their being. The zombie storms, relentless and cruel, Caring not for fields of nodding tulips. Clad in a familiar mask of deception, You resemble her and echo her voice, But you are not her. You slaughter, demolish, and devour, swallowing souls whole. Your infection ripples for miles, Altering smiles until All that remains is a hollow shell, Seas of hollow shells.

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Apr 8, 2025

Apr 8, 2025 at 10:02 PM UTC

halfwaywriter

Zombie Shells

Grief captures me, One who is dead but still alive, A zombie craving to consume, to seize, to raze. Infecting minds with a foul brew, with summons of wolf cries. There are no winners in this game, Unseen players in the shadows. It's like gasping for water and choking on air. The infection spreads to every depth, of your being, of my being, of their being. The zombie storms, relentless and cruel, Caring not for fields of nodding tulips. Clad in a familiar mask of deception, You resemble her and echo her voice, But you are not her. You slaughter, demolish, and devour, swallowing souls whole. Your infection ripples for miles, Altering smiles until All that remains is a hollow shell, Seas of hollow shells.

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If you were the sea and I were the shore, You’d cloak me like a blanket Carrying pieces of me with you, to the depths of your core. Still, I’d await your return- Faithful, yet vexed- For the shore knows by heart That the sea always churns, And they will never drift apart.

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Apr 8, 2025

Apr 8, 2025 at 9:55 PM UTC

halfwaywriter

Sea and Shore

If you were the sea and I were the shore, You’d cloak me like a blanket Carrying pieces of me with you, to the depths of your core. Still, I’d await your return- Faithful, yet vexed- For the shore knows by heart That the sea always churns, And they will never drift apart.

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As the waves sing to the shore And the sand cools my feet I feel the warmth of You Cascading over me The most welcome reprieve

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Apr 8, 2025

Apr 8, 2025 at 9:53 PM UTC

halfwaywriter

Waves of you

As the waves sing to the shore And the sand cools my feet I feel the warmth of You Cascading over me The most welcome reprieve

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How I have forgotten The way words pacify my mind But not by way of dripping from my lips Instead, words that flow from pen to page Sway my thoughts and rearrange This solace, so simple, yet I have denied myself You alone are the reason My heart speaks words again. You alone.

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Apr 8, 2025

Apr 8, 2025 at 9:10 PM UTC

halfwaywriter

Forgotten Words

How I have forgotten The way words pacify my mind But not by way of dripping from my lips Instead, words that flow from pen to page Sway my thoughts and rearrange This solace, so simple, yet I have denied myself You alone are the reason My heart speaks words again. You alone.

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I long to convey What words fail to portray- The way your smile lit your face on that fateful day. When love first tumbled from my lips, And your touch brushed my hips. Each part of me began to ache to hold the moments we could make. If only I could express The ways you inspire and impress me—I’d raise mountains, part the sea, bend time, shatter silence, just to speak of how deeply you move me. My heart soars like a bird on a crest when I hear my own words echoed back from your chest- woven into a moment you didn’t plan but carried with ease as if our late-night thoughts drifted through you, like a breeze. You couldn’t see what I saw- how your voice stirred the room, how your selfless light ignited hearts to bloom. They carried pieces of you back like embers- warm, and burning on track. I am defenseless to you, my dear, as a blossom to the frost. But your heartbeat in mine reminds me I’m not lost. Each time you returned, you brought stories to share- small wonders, soft laughs and a hidden set of stairs. I’ve wrapped these dreams as gifts and laid them at the altar of our castle. Your tender words still echo in me, like a melody that won’t let me be- “This isn’t the end; it’s only the start.” A promise whispered straight from the heart.

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Apr 8, 2025

Apr 8, 2025 at 8:49 PM UTC

halfwaywriter

Echoes of Us

I long to convey What words fail to portray- The way your smile lit your face on that fateful day. When love first tumbled from my lips, And your touch brushed my hips. Each part of me began to ache to hold the moments we could make. If only I could express The ways you inspire and impress me—I’d raise mountains, part the sea, bend time, shatter silence, just to speak of how deeply you move me. My heart soars like a bird on a crest when I hear my own words echoed back from your chest- woven into a moment you didn’t plan but carried with ease as if our late-night thoughts drifted through you, like a breeze. You couldn’t see what I saw- how your voice stirred the room, how your selfless light ignited hearts to bloom. They carried pieces of you back like embers- warm, and burning on track. I am defenseless to you, my dear, as a blossom to the frost. But your heartbeat in mine reminds me I’m not lost. Each time you returned, you brought stories to share- small wonders, soft laughs and a hidden set of stairs. I’ve wrapped these dreams as gifts and laid them at the altar of our castle. Your tender words still echo in me, like a melody that won’t let me be- “This isn’t the end; it’s only the start.” A promise whispered straight from the heart.

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It's a different language we speak You say you can't be rewired But it breaks my ******* heart When I can clearly see your demons And you just dig in your feet I was once your ray of sun But I've faded to a flicker No more cards to play The heart on my sleeve is drowning It's ugly, what I've become They say love is blind But fear is deaf

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Aug 10, 2019

Aug 10, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC

halfwaywriter

Lost in Translation

It's a different language we speak You say you can't be rewired But it breaks my ******* heart When I can clearly see your demons And you just dig in your feet I was once your ray of sun But I've faded to a flicker No more cards to play The heart on my sleeve is drowning It's ugly, what I've become They say love is blind But fear is deaf

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you pulled me in when I wasn't looking a kiss deeper than stars your hand traced my face and with that you took me

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Apr 1, 2019

Apr 1, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC

halfwaywriter

Flutter

you pulled me in when I wasn't looking a kiss deeper than stars your hand traced my face and with that you took me

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She heads to the door And tries to bid farewell once more But the friend has more stories Of many categories That is the Midwest au revoir

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Apr 1, 2019

Apr 1, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC

halfwaywriter

Midwest Goodbye

She heads to the door And tries to bid farewell once more But the friend has more stories Of many categories That is the Midwest au revoir

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Cage affixed to my head Needle stuck in my vein You must not move an inch My dear, you're still allowed to Breathe. Quiet, frantic heart. You’re causing me to Shake. I know it’s strange and loud and dim But listen. Hear that soft Music Dare you not sneeze Or scratch that itch now Rest your eyes, close your shutters Lie still as a corpse, just one more half-hour Bang. Crash. Wail. Please stop, my skull aches How cool the serum flows Perhaps the music found my clothes and ushered me on home The doctor calls to me now - mouth dry Let us discuss your brain. Inside a tumor lies, no surprise, Allow me to explain This lump, it sleeps, 'tis quite petite And most believably benign.

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Mar 18, 2019

Mar 18, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC

halfwaywriter

lump

Cage affixed to my head Needle stuck in my vein You must not move an inch My dear, you're still allowed to Breathe. Quiet, frantic heart. You’re causing me to Shake. I know it’s strange and loud and dim But listen. Hear that soft Music Dare you not sneeze Or scratch that itch now Rest your eyes, close your shutters Lie still as a corpse, just one more half-hour Bang. Crash. Wail. Please stop, my skull aches How cool the serum flows Perhaps the music found my clothes and ushered me on home The doctor calls to me now - mouth dry Let us discuss your brain. Inside a tumor lies, no surprise, Allow me to explain This lump, it sleeps, 'tis quite petite And most believably benign.

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