mruyak - Hello Poetry

oh to be the envelope that holds your letters, your letters that will, eventually, make me come, u n d o n e. broken, ripped at the seams, soon to be disgarded.

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Mar 19, 2024

Mar 19, 2024 at 10:25 PM UTC

mruyak

drunken telegrams

oh to be the envelope that holds your letters, your letters that will, eventually, make me come, u n d o n e. broken, ripped at the seams, soon to be disgarded.

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The harsh greys of smog hang over the bleak, slush filled, pavements. While the days, dully, slither past my window. The wintertide is punishing.

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Dec 22, 2022

Dec 22, 2022 at 4:21 AM UTC

mruyak

The Season of The White Reaper

The harsh greys of smog hang over the bleak, slush filled, pavements. While the days, dully, slither past my window. The wintertide is punishing.

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I've found that I am unable to breathe through my fountain pen lately. I've found that the words don't effortlessly flow through my fingertips like they used to. I no longer seek knowledge through my compact pocket dictionary. Nevertheless, I long to write.

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Dec 21, 2022

Dec 21, 2022 at 7:42 AM UTC

mruyak

Hello, Old Friend

I've found that I am unable to breathe through my fountain pen lately. I've found that the words don't effortlessly flow through my fingertips like they used to. I no longer seek knowledge through my compact pocket dictionary. Nevertheless, I long to write.

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Often I find the days never-changing, Doomed to repeat themselves. I, Inescapable, Like a moth to the dim blue glow of fluorescence. To escape is one thing, But, to watch friend and foe revel in their ignorance is another. Like a feline sees the world through a sheet of glass, I may be doomed to the same.

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May 20, 2022

May 20, 2022 at 3:40 AM UTC

mruyak

at a loss for my own being

Often I find the days never-changing, Doomed to repeat themselves. I, Inescapable, Like a moth to the dim blue glow of fluorescence. To escape is one thing, But, to watch friend and foe revel in their ignorance is another. Like a feline sees the world through a sheet of glass, I may be doomed to the same.

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Fallen from the heavens like Lucifer, and sunken to the path where the heavens meet hell.. Two unlikely lovers meet.

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Aug 24, 2020

Aug 24, 2020 at 9:47 PM UTC

mruyak

Unlikely Lovers

Fallen from the heavens like Lucifer, and sunken to the path where the heavens meet hell.. Two unlikely lovers meet.

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Although I trudge only in my youth, And as time bounds to its seasons of Black, Father regards to me as if still swaddled in blanket, Pacifier in hand, Though I have grown with the willows that tower Mother’s mind. Whilst, I may falter, And not display equivalent par Countered to the scholars neighboring, Flame, nonetheless, expands in the depths of my soul. For, albeit, I may seem young, And many, even those who have failed to exchange a word, See myself as a willing delinquent, I still stand with the willows Seeking everlasting satisfaction.

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Jun 25, 2020

Jun 25, 2020 at 3:22 AM UTC

mruyak

Although I Trudge

Although I trudge only in my youth, And as time bounds to its seasons of Black, Father regards to me as if still swaddled in blanket, Pacifier in hand, Though I have grown with the willows that tower Mother’s mind. Whilst, I may falter, And not display equivalent par Countered to the scholars neighboring, Flame, nonetheless, expands in the depths of my soul. For, albeit, I may seem young, And many, even those who have failed to exchange a word, See myself as a willing delinquent, I still stand with the willows Seeking everlasting satisfaction.

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Complex thoughts, Turn into neglect. I call this Brain Rot. Brain Rot is the effect that society has on you, forcing you to fit into a world full of fault. Forcing your complexities to be unknown, And taking form into our own identities, Leaving us with no recognition. So Do we truly even exist in this twisted world?

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Jun 17, 2020

Jun 17, 2020 at 1:13 AM UTC

mruyak

Brain Rot (1-22-18)

Complex thoughts, Turn into neglect. I call this Brain Rot. Brain Rot is the effect that society has on you, forcing you to fit into a world full of fault. Forcing your complexities to be unknown, And taking form into our own identities, Leaving us with no recognition. So Do we truly even exist in this twisted world?

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I strip myself of these tattered clothes, And seek refuge in you. Breathing out this aged agony, For in your breath I am anew. I refuse to rot with the moon, For, I've met the sun. He introduced me to my imperfections, and the beauty held within them. So, instead of rotting, I flourish. It will never be over soon, For, I am eternal when I'm with you.

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Jun 17, 2020

Jun 17, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC

mruyak

bathing in the moonlight pt. 2

I strip myself of these tattered clothes, And seek refuge in you. Breathing out this aged agony, For in your breath I am anew. I refuse to rot with the moon, For, I've met the sun. He introduced me to my imperfections, and the beauty held within them. So, instead of rotting, I flourish. It will never be over soon, For, I am eternal when I'm with you.

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I am hopelessly in love, With a soundless song, Collapsing into itself, One beat, After the next. A sound reserved, For the damaged homes. A vibration, Made from the distant troubled. A static, That only the heartsick lovers, Can apprehend.

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Oct 8, 2018

Oct 8, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC

mruyak

The deepest silence

I am hopelessly in love, With a soundless song, Collapsing into itself, One beat, After the next. A sound reserved, For the damaged homes. A vibration, Made from the distant troubled. A static, That only the heartsick lovers, Can apprehend.

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1. weary children, drawing breaths of doubt, second, by second. 2. neglected by blood, rejected by society. 3. collaborate in hopes, of self peace.

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Sep 1, 2018

Sep 1, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC

mruyak

counting black sheep

1. weary children, drawing breaths of doubt, second, by second. 2. neglected by blood, rejected by society. 3. collaborate in hopes, of self peace.

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