inging - Hello Poetry

The escaping signs of my voice echoes like a heartbeat-march rebellion But the storm amplified in contempt, winds from the past are so hard to forget And so I stared upon my imperfect reflection, I used my sharpest tongue I condemned myself to tears, I cursed the lips of my neighbors How dare you drag my name to dirt! How dare you scar my greatest efforts! I bruised my knees and begged the sky for haven, I tried to cry my way out But the roaming beast, my woven lips, my soul is scathed and shaken They stripped me out of my best pieces, it costed me my chances When will my arrow finally hit? The start of my winning matches….

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Jan 14

Jan 14, 2026 at 12:05 AM UTC

Lips and Consequences

The escaping signs of my voice echoes like a heartbeat-march rebellion But the storm amplified in contempt, winds from the past are so hard to forget And so I stared upon my imperfect reflection, I used my sharpest tongue I condemned myself to tears, I cursed the lips of my neighbors How dare you drag my name to dirt! How dare you scar my greatest efforts! I bruised my knees and begged the sky for haven, I tried to cry my way out But the roaming beast, my woven lips, my soul is scathed and shaken They stripped me out of my best pieces, it costed me my chances When will my arrow finally hit? The start of my winning matches….

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Staring at a pitch black ceiling, Wondering If i risk and lose it all, Such eerie feeling I can no longer bleed my mind The blood has run, no sign of cure The red has splattered, the passion painted the shore It was beautiful, but it was over I searched within the chamber for clues I found myself trapped in a prison blue But nonetheless the deadline is due, im done masking the face. The ***** has loosened through I tried to write a million letter I tried to write a thousand words But all there really is, are a bunch of cover ups to disguise the emptiness of an insomiac mind roaming inside the door of the witching hours.

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Apr 5, 2025

Apr 5, 2025 at 3:21 AM UTC

Untitled

Staring at a pitch black ceiling, Wondering If i risk and lose it all, Such eerie feeling I can no longer bleed my mind The blood has run, no sign of cure The red has splattered, the passion painted the shore It was beautiful, but it was over I searched within the chamber for clues I found myself trapped in a prison blue But nonetheless the deadline is due, im done masking the face. The ***** has loosened through I tried to write a million letter I tried to write a thousand words But all there really is, are a bunch of cover ups to disguise the emptiness of an insomiac mind roaming inside the door of the witching hours.

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If i became a distant memory What are the chances you'll remember me? If i rush like waves in redundancy How long till you go allergic of me? I ask of you destiny, what will it be? Am i just a distant shore in faded color, a lost forgotten story?

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Apr 1, 2025

Apr 1, 2025 at 10:29 AM UTC

Distant Memory

If i became a distant memory What are the chances you'll remember me? If i rush like waves in redundancy How long till you go allergic of me? I ask of you destiny, what will it be? Am i just a distant shore in faded color, a lost forgotten story?

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As their eyes were transfixed by the tales they've heard of me, they'll say "that's a one vile story." Pray tell if i was just a crazy juvenile, but as one with masks of hidden faces, i still find myself perplexed to this relic pain that i can't seem to wither. I used to be an open blue sky till i painted myself gray. "Here comes the omen" A crisis in disguised that concocted a storm he can hardly weather. If i were to fall deeper in burden, will i lose my sanity if my mistake dances in my head like a distant silhouetted memory? If i put my teeth on display, will that be enough to support a cover up story? If i replay you a broken memory, will you stop the stone rolling right at me? And If i fall on the other side of the story, would you pay the cost of risk and dare pull me out of insanity?

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Mar 16, 2025

Mar 16, 2025 at 10:58 PM UTC

03/16/25

As their eyes were transfixed by the tales they've heard of me, they'll say "that's a one vile story." Pray tell if i was just a crazy juvenile, but as one with masks of hidden faces, i still find myself perplexed to this relic pain that i can't seem to wither. I used to be an open blue sky till i painted myself gray. "Here comes the omen" A crisis in disguised that concocted a storm he can hardly weather. If i were to fall deeper in burden, will i lose my sanity if my mistake dances in my head like a distant silhouetted memory? If i put my teeth on display, will that be enough to support a cover up story? If i replay you a broken memory, will you stop the stone rolling right at me? And If i fall on the other side of the story, would you pay the cost of risk and dare pull me out of insanity?

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If life knocks on your door To take back whats taken for granted What will your questions be? If the moon utters a declaration Do you think you were good enough to be taken out of gravity? If you'll be sent way down south What will your last words be? When you hear the heavens sing and all you hear is wicked, will your tears fall in regret as all you can do now is bleed in remorse? Tell me, what will it be? If it knocks on your spirit What will your questions be? If it utters the unspoken What will your last words be? When the melody defeats your chaos Tell me, what will it be?

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Nov 7, 2024

Nov 7, 2024 at 5:28 AM UTC

Expiring Time

If life knocks on your door To take back whats taken for granted What will your questions be? If the moon utters a declaration Do you think you were good enough to be taken out of gravity? If you'll be sent way down south What will your last words be? When you hear the heavens sing and all you hear is wicked, will your tears fall in regret as all you can do now is bleed in remorse? Tell me, what will it be? If it knocks on your spirit What will your questions be? If it utters the unspoken What will your last words be? When the melody defeats your chaos Tell me, what will it be?

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The mirrors are caving in Reflecting cuts within If i embellish as a fragrant of your memory Will it hint a side of my chivalry? or just the highlights of my tyranny? Lately, mornings have been heavy So i try my best to hide in all of midnights Hoping daylight won't ever find me Tell me, how can i break my seal from these starfield of make-believes? Each hope i own is engulfed in fallacies, Wishes were all just fantasies I look unto the sky of the bluest face As i resonate in shame and disgrace I sit by the window with a moonlit face Longing for a time, where woe finally stops coloring me....

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Nov 4, 2024

Nov 4, 2024 at 10:28 AM UTC

Stifling Thoughts

The mirrors are caving in Reflecting cuts within If i embellish as a fragrant of your memory Will it hint a side of my chivalry? or just the highlights of my tyranny? Lately, mornings have been heavy So i try my best to hide in all of midnights Hoping daylight won't ever find me Tell me, how can i break my seal from these starfield of make-believes? Each hope i own is engulfed in fallacies, Wishes were all just fantasies I look unto the sky of the bluest face As i resonate in shame and disgrace I sit by the window with a moonlit face Longing for a time, where woe finally stops coloring me....

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In a day where the sky is bluest My accent gets all fluent in woe

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Nov 2, 2024

Nov 2, 2024 at 2:06 PM UTC

A sky in blue for woe

In a day where the sky is bluest My accent gets all fluent in woe

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I'd rather count dust than count on myself

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Nov 2, 2024

Nov 2, 2024 at 2:04 PM UTC

Count

I'd rather count dust than count on myself

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I always thought freedom is losing you Instead all i feel now is imprisonment Bars would be the series of my mistakes in a life i have chosen, a life i thought would be bliss without you, i was wrong. If words expresses what i feel, those words would spell i miss you. I regret having a memory of letting you go, i wish it's still me and you

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Sep 30, 2024

Sep 30, 2024 at 10:59 AM UTC

Memory of You

I always thought freedom is losing you Instead all i feel now is imprisonment Bars would be the series of my mistakes in a life i have chosen, a life i thought would be bliss without you, i was wrong. If words expresses what i feel, those words would spell i miss you. I regret having a memory of letting you go, i wish it's still me and you

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Now that I've grown, i came into realization that there were really no monsters under my bed. Just above it.

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Sep 22, 2024

Sep 22, 2024 at 4:50 AM UTC

Familiar Fiend

Now that I've grown, i came into realization that there were really no monsters under my bed. Just above it.

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