paige-11 - Hello Poetry

The urge to write escapes me Have I lost meaning in my purpose? Do I crave an intimacy less depraved Have I outgrown meaning Or have I found an arid mind Am I without thought Am I without virtue Has my intensity been lost in my enate trembles of fear Who have I become If I am wordless towards my disdain Who am I without my mundane routine of self preservation Have I craved an intimacy glorified Yet so easily obtained Who am I If I am wordless to man A dormant soul Sulking at the hand of its pride Wide , I grow wide at the smell of my reluctance Who am I , if I am bloodless At the ink of my life Without words streaming at my sighs Why have I grown dumb Do I not speak Have I sullied oceans of poems That the very thought leaves me weak And bound by the remnants of my youth Who am I If not a poet A memory between words and physical being A pile of molten flesh Dying at the insatiable touch Of its everlasting love Confusion Mercy Who am I Without pen to vein And blood to ink A gally of promiscuity A wonder of *** Who am I Without the narration of a life once mine Who am I without Who am I without thee?

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Nov 29, 2025

Nov 29, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC

Without thee

The urge to write escapes me Have I lost meaning in my purpose? Do I crave an intimacy less depraved Have I outgrown meaning Or have I found an arid mind Am I without thought Am I without virtue Has my intensity been lost in my enate trembles of fear Who have I become If I am wordless towards my disdain Who am I without my mundane routine of self preservation Have I craved an intimacy glorified Yet so easily obtained Who am I If I am wordless to man A dormant soul Sulking at the hand of its pride Wide , I grow wide at the smell of my reluctance Who am I , if I am bloodless At the ink of my life Without words streaming at my sighs Why have I grown dumb Do I not speak Have I sullied oceans of poems That the very thought leaves me weak And bound by the remnants of my youth Who am I If not a poet A memory between words and physical being A pile of molten flesh Dying at the insatiable touch Of its everlasting love Confusion Mercy Who am I Without pen to vein And blood to ink A gally of promiscuity A wonder of *** Who am I Without the narration of a life once mine Who am I without Who am I without thee?

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Father Hold a hand you've held before your death Take me for what's left Heal this vessel With mounds of mold Feed me to the cries of the tide Take me back to the land Where ground meets feet Where uncertainty feeds mother And watches child weep Stake my soul To the crust of mine sheets Delivery of the sheep Burn at my wounds And kiss at my teeth Hush! All the goodness to me How unfortunate Your eyes shant see me grow Skeletal remains at the door Such deer to the figment of man Peel at my throat Gruesome ignite at hand Hear mother wail into the night Words tangled in the ear A gurgle of skin Pealing of the teeth to flesh Father hold my hand Witness my death Witness the tragedy of a wounded man Tisk tisk tisk Such a heathen to the faith of the clan Noose my neck As my words burn at my heels A chef to destruction Legs in the air ! Makes the recipe of mortal obligation Death such an obvious fate to the likeness of me Let's go father And sail at the seas of your death Hold hand to man Humour at the fact that I'm nothing but With the skull of a dull pan Such a heathen to the faith of their clan

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Oct 16, 2025

Oct 16, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC

Faith of their clan

Father Hold a hand you've held before your death Take me for what's left Heal this vessel With mounds of mold Feed me to the cries of the tide Take me back to the land Where ground meets feet Where uncertainty feeds mother And watches child weep Stake my soul To the crust of mine sheets Delivery of the sheep Burn at my wounds And kiss at my teeth Hush! All the goodness to me How unfortunate Your eyes shant see me grow Skeletal remains at the door Such deer to the figment of man Peel at my throat Gruesome ignite at hand Hear mother wail into the night Words tangled in the ear A gurgle of skin Pealing of the teeth to flesh Father hold my hand Witness my death Witness the tragedy of a wounded man Tisk tisk tisk Such a heathen to the faith of the clan Noose my neck As my words burn at my heels A chef to destruction Legs in the air ! Makes the recipe of mortal obligation Death such an obvious fate to the likeness of me Let's go father And sail at the seas of your death Hold hand to man Humour at the fact that I'm nothing but With the skull of a dull pan Such a heathen to the faith of their clan

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How can the glory of humankind Be nullified by a simple moment of anticipation A feverish yearning of your existence To be more than a lingering emptiness A harsh pill of uncertainty An obituary of letting go Never standing Always fleeting in the winds of your youth A moment of vulnerability Begging for a moment of something greater than the mundane nature of your kind More just more Not a half fitted gown of disappointment Or a feverish touch of pleasure More stagnant Never succumbing to your blissless pride Love At the very root of its heart Happiness beyond a moment A nirvana so greatly sought after More Just more Than an enternity burning in your chair A love shared between the eyes of blind lovers Loveless souls connected at the tie of their inability More just more Than such yeastless factuality More than it's burdens of truth How saddening is it to linger in the spirits Of wanting more Just more Than a repetitive soulless cry More than a fairytale brimming the pages of reality More just more Than this finger bloom of anticipation More than being nothing And empty And broken More Just More Than this wordless nature of being

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Oct 16, 2025

Oct 16, 2025 at 9:06 AM UTC

More,Just More

How can the glory of humankind Be nullified by a simple moment of anticipation A feverish yearning of your existence To be more than a lingering emptiness A harsh pill of uncertainty An obituary of letting go Never standing Always fleeting in the winds of your youth A moment of vulnerability Begging for a moment of something greater than the mundane nature of your kind More just more Not a half fitted gown of disappointment Or a feverish touch of pleasure More stagnant Never succumbing to your blissless pride Love At the very root of its heart Happiness beyond a moment A nirvana so greatly sought after More Just more Than an enternity burning in your chair A love shared between the eyes of blind lovers Loveless souls connected at the tie of their inability More just more Than such yeastless factuality More than it's burdens of truth How saddening is it to linger in the spirits Of wanting more Just more Than a repetitive soulless cry More than a fairytale brimming the pages of reality More just more Than this finger bloom of anticipation More than being nothing And empty And broken More Just More Than this wordless nature of being

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Jenna,31 Walks dragging her womb between her legs Begging for help , as she bare witness within her despair Sarah,78 Young man digging holes in her wisdom I raised you she says As he takes skin to blade Brutalized she dies while awake Lisa,29 Yawning the blur away Her abusers dancing on her skin Two lines on a stick She's pregnant you see Blue,12 Her father swore it was love Her mother breezing through her oblivion She's too young to fit her mother's shoes Megan,21 Party lights in the distance Her dignity pealing against her broken heels She's too sober to recal his face Anna,17 Anatomy class is in session Mr Weatherman smiling at her recoil He knew her body more than her mother did Cece,3 She knew no wonders of the world Gravity pulling her innocence to her grave Man made world Man take her away

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Oct 16, 2025

Oct 16, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC

Age is a blur for the depraved

Jenna,31 Walks dragging her womb between her legs Begging for help , as she bare witness within her despair Sarah,78 Young man digging holes in her wisdom I raised you she says As he takes skin to blade Brutalized she dies while awake Lisa,29 Yawning the blur away Her abusers dancing on her skin Two lines on a stick She's pregnant you see Blue,12 Her father swore it was love Her mother breezing through her oblivion She's too young to fit her mother's shoes Megan,21 Party lights in the distance Her dignity pealing against her broken heels She's too sober to recal his face Anna,17 Anatomy class is in session Mr Weatherman smiling at her recoil He knew her body more than her mother did Cece,3 She knew no wonders of the world Gravity pulling her innocence to her grave Man made world Man take her away

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As I gazed into the abyss And it shyly gazed at me We stood in the vacancy Holding each other Hand in hand We talked long into the darkened hours of the night Blurred our misfortune And found company in our internal loneliness We held a joy in the creases of our eyes For the first time I heard my abyss cry We made humour when the harshness grew to subside Calm , we stood sullen and realized Maybe tomorrow We'll probably be alright

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Aug 24, 2025

Aug 24, 2025 at 12:43 PM UTC

Me and the Abyss

As I gazed into the abyss And it shyly gazed at me We stood in the vacancy Holding each other Hand in hand We talked long into the darkened hours of the night Blurred our misfortune And found company in our internal loneliness We held a joy in the creases of our eyes For the first time I heard my abyss cry We made humour when the harshness grew to subside Calm , we stood sullen and realized Maybe tomorrow We'll probably be alright

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And suddenly Sundays were the worst days to exist A reality dragging at my feet Bags packed Heart in hand I wish I could stay I don't want to leave I hate the road It's harsh for me Sundays come too soon Monday drags the week I wish I could close my eyes So Sundays don't exist

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Aug 24, 2025

Aug 24, 2025 at 12:05 PM UTC

Sunday marks my leave

And suddenly Sundays were the worst days to exist A reality dragging at my feet Bags packed Heart in hand I wish I could stay I don't want to leave I hate the road It's harsh for me Sundays come too soon Monday drags the week I wish I could close my eyes So Sundays don't exist

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And the saddest reality Is death's fondness of man In The inescapable mercy of it hands We're all bound to die in the end

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Aug 24, 2025

Aug 24, 2025 at 12:04 PM UTC

A fond friend of mine

And the saddest reality Is death's fondness of man In The inescapable mercy of it hands We're all bound to die in the end

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I've grown blue An awful colour for my torment Suffering in the heat of my compassion I've grown silent Burdened with words Stinging the creases of my smile A life so simple Yet it's torturous gaze Burning the thinness of my flesh Hushed! My face had grown an awful green Of envy Tearing at my feet As I'd wished to journey the lives Of the soulless beings the lingered in my path I've grown awful parched Yearning for the waters of the rich Maybe my life would run easy then I've grown sadder in the gaze of my mother Living in the barren lands of her worries It's hard to look her in the eye The hunger of my questions Only grows , in my mouthful of 'whys' It was easy when I was a child I've grown furious At the creases of my age A gaze fed with a reality of the hardships of my time Luxury a figment to the mind Spread your wings and fly My wings have crippled in the sky I've grown sour As the lemons shy from the tree Hidden within the glory of my youth Suddenly to far for me to reach I've grown tired As my lungs flare at my pain I've learnt the harshness of the air in my veins I've grown cold In the winters of my pride Dance in the echoes Here comes the bride I've grown , in the furiousness of my own growth I am awful tired of growing

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Aug 8, 2025

Aug 8, 2025 at 3:58 PM UTC

I've grown...

I've grown blue An awful colour for my torment Suffering in the heat of my compassion I've grown silent Burdened with words Stinging the creases of my smile A life so simple Yet it's torturous gaze Burning the thinness of my flesh Hushed! My face had grown an awful green Of envy Tearing at my feet As I'd wished to journey the lives Of the soulless beings the lingered in my path I've grown awful parched Yearning for the waters of the rich Maybe my life would run easy then I've grown sadder in the gaze of my mother Living in the barren lands of her worries It's hard to look her in the eye The hunger of my questions Only grows , in my mouthful of 'whys' It was easy when I was a child I've grown furious At the creases of my age A gaze fed with a reality of the hardships of my time Luxury a figment to the mind Spread your wings and fly My wings have crippled in the sky I've grown sour As the lemons shy from the tree Hidden within the glory of my youth Suddenly to far for me to reach I've grown tired As my lungs flare at my pain I've learnt the harshness of the air in my veins I've grown cold In the winters of my pride Dance in the echoes Here comes the bride I've grown , in the furiousness of my own growth I am awful tired of growing

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I have lived many lives , in the edges of my fingers Put words to emotions And tenderness to a hardened soul I can't say ive found my devotion But I've surely drank it through my teeth Bless the heart That gave words to me I'm hardly at ease When my lips touch the pages of your skin Nothing had ever brought, such pleasure to me But I've written love stories in your eyes And heated at the beauty of your smile Sadly I'm not one to speak of all that's hidden inside So I dance , with a pen , with my words , and with my pride You make it awful easy To lust at my silence Shiver the spine of my books And realize I have not known the life Before my eyes I am breathless And starving, to write you down in my mind Drift at the ocean In those waters , me you shall find But I don't take kindly to an intrusion To my blissful ignorance I've made a home in my feverish oblivion So take it tenderly when I tell you words Are all there is too me A journey of thoughts and ways to devour into my unwillingness I'm much too simple For simple devotion I take no mercy in temporary nirvana My heart has mad it much easy , to dwell on a love so unfamiliar So don't callous your gentleness in the coral of my cheeks Place kiss to lips and hear the whispers I bring For an awful loud soul , the brain seems to blurr any doubt Toned down , hardly a question for the soil Insatiable, yet dying to feel live at the hand of it's beholder I've suffered at the caress of it's sin Blue I've grown blue before your eyes Skied by a sullen reality of who you are It was much easier to love you with my eyes drowned in water And a drowsy smile blending in with my teeth Silently the questions start to wander And my heart clenches at my feet Words Words don't come easy to me Given that You were the last to hear me speak

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Jul 21, 2025

Jul 21, 2025 at 2:19 PM UTC

Last to hear me speak

I have lived many lives , in the edges of my fingers Put words to emotions And tenderness to a hardened soul I can't say ive found my devotion But I've surely drank it through my teeth Bless the heart That gave words to me I'm hardly at ease When my lips touch the pages of your skin Nothing had ever brought, such pleasure to me But I've written love stories in your eyes And heated at the beauty of your smile Sadly I'm not one to speak of all that's hidden inside So I dance , with a pen , with my words , and with my pride You make it awful easy To lust at my silence Shiver the spine of my books And realize I have not known the life Before my eyes I am breathless And starving, to write you down in my mind Drift at the ocean In those waters , me you shall find But I don't take kindly to an intrusion To my blissful ignorance I've made a home in my feverish oblivion So take it tenderly when I tell you words Are all there is too me A journey of thoughts and ways to devour into my unwillingness I'm much too simple For simple devotion I take no mercy in temporary nirvana My heart has mad it much easy , to dwell on a love so unfamiliar So don't callous your gentleness in the coral of my cheeks Place kiss to lips and hear the whispers I bring For an awful loud soul , the brain seems to blurr any doubt Toned down , hardly a question for the soil Insatiable, yet dying to feel live at the hand of it's beholder I've suffered at the caress of it's sin Blue I've grown blue before your eyes Skied by a sullen reality of who you are It was much easier to love you with my eyes drowned in water And a drowsy smile blending in with my teeth Silently the questions start to wander And my heart clenches at my feet Words Words don't come easy to me Given that You were the last to hear me speak

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Am I slowly loosing it ? My urge for a youthful touch Adorned with purity As our passion fell into the hands Of our ignorance The grace hidden in the teeth of a young mans desire so new and fresh to his skin It's the first women has stiffened his shirt The carnage of innocence Dancing at the young man's limbs Harshly absorbed by his virtue The cobwebs of saliva at the edge of his mouth As he journeyed the cave of my *** Smell, the young man's breath A Trembling mess , calm yet stroked with feral lust So cute and burdened with fear When all I wanted ... Was the ripened flesh Of a stoic man Edges burnt out within his youth Tainted with books of lust Arched by the burdens of his very own desire A man , so wise yet so foolish to the fire hidden within his gaze Tragedy lingering in the numbers on our heads Hairs washed by the ashes of dusk Mercilessly feeding on my youth Feeding me the pollinated saliva lingering on his youth less flesh Words dragging the last of my purity , tipping me over my edge His hands a vision , to a *** so new to my skin Fingers curling and dragging my virtue through his teeth A man so aware of what his doing to me So easy to beg , for my lust to be achieved Fear of rejection , a factor unknown to my mind Silent instructions , whispers of praise as back arches from behind A man so silver and grey Hidden in the performative gestures of my peers Breaking my dominance into heartfelt submission Speckled flesh at the nape of my neck Blood rushing to me to my edge Crippled innocence as I'm driven to my edge Harsh and mercilessly snatching the young man's hands from my memory

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Apr 24, 2025

Apr 24, 2025 at 6:54 PM UTC

Morally Grey

Am I slowly loosing it ? My urge for a youthful touch Adorned with purity As our passion fell into the hands Of our ignorance The grace hidden in the teeth of a young mans desire so new and fresh to his skin It's the first women has stiffened his shirt The carnage of innocence Dancing at the young man's limbs Harshly absorbed by his virtue The cobwebs of saliva at the edge of his mouth As he journeyed the cave of my *** Smell, the young man's breath A Trembling mess , calm yet stroked with feral lust So cute and burdened with fear When all I wanted ... Was the ripened flesh Of a stoic man Edges burnt out within his youth Tainted with books of lust Arched by the burdens of his very own desire A man , so wise yet so foolish to the fire hidden within his gaze Tragedy lingering in the numbers on our heads Hairs washed by the ashes of dusk Mercilessly feeding on my youth Feeding me the pollinated saliva lingering on his youth less flesh Words dragging the last of my purity , tipping me over my edge His hands a vision , to a *** so new to my skin Fingers curling and dragging my virtue through his teeth A man so aware of what his doing to me So easy to beg , for my lust to be achieved Fear of rejection , a factor unknown to my mind Silent instructions , whispers of praise as back arches from behind A man so silver and grey Hidden in the performative gestures of my peers Breaking my dominance into heartfelt submission Speckled flesh at the nape of my neck Blood rushing to me to my edge Crippled innocence as I'm driven to my edge Harsh and mercilessly snatching the young man's hands from my memory

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