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15/The clouds She's sitting right in front of me and doesn't know she's being turned into poetry
The heavens can look at me and say that I have tried Meaningless worry eats at my mind I cast aside my spear, and instead with my pen fight Not time nor place call heal me so I have decayed and fallen Like bloodstained snow.
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6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 12:37 AM UTC
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The skyscrapers prevent me from seeing what the heavens hold
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6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 12:34 AM UTC
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This sight of heaven may just cause my end, All that I love I must also - Condem.
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May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:33 PM UTC
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you are gone. although you were only here a second A few hours at most You, like the night itself, are ever-fleeting Ephemeral even, Like the childish desire to gaze upon the moon for hours, Before succumbing to the numbness of sleep, And waking in agony to find her gone, The blazing sun of hell in her place, All around me is the hell of sun It crawls behind me Before me To the right of me To the left of me Singling me out And whispering to me wherever I go I care not for such I miss my moon How I miss her so My celestial lover The end of my woe Not a thousand suns can replace you Nor make me feel your absence any less The stars know of how I crave you And the devil knows how easily I fall to your arms My moon is gone, departed, Like the inevitable melting of the purest snow, Turning back to crystal water And continuing her endless flow.
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May 18
May 18, 2026 at 7:43 PM UTC
My Moon is Gone.
I fail to grasp all that I crave It is handed to me before I throw it away. Do tell, will your love ever return to me the same?
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May 18
May 18, 2026 at 7:35 PM UTC
Failed Grasping
Write to me Write of me I write of you every day I love you Oh how I love you Please Write to me the same Tell me my eyes are like moon's Tell me my lips are as pink as candy Tell me I look like the sunset Write to me Write of me. Hasn't every romantic gone crazy on the drug of love? Hasn't every human been humbled by their ravishing desire to hold To love To have To keep? Hasn't everyone who ever swore off of this insanity Found themselves to have stumbled so irradically Into the tangled vines of love?
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May 18
May 18, 2026 at 7:29 AM UTC
Write to me
The black of night entraps me The light of morning burns M y S. K. I. N I think i could've been pretty In a world that loved me back I tell myself im smart Because people tell me that But no one calls me pretty So I must not be so If this world is ruled by the pretty Where do I go? I dont want to work beneath The feet of a blonde What makes her more of a woman than me? Why do you like women frail and bone? Why does the darkened woman scare you? Is she too human for your touch? Why does the softly-curved woman disgusted you? Do you only like them breakable and small? Why does the tall woman threaten you? Is it because your very sense of masculinity is unstable? Why do you like your woman Pale Thin And blonde? Because I am a woman And I disagree with that ive been told.
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May 18
May 18, 2026 at 6:14 AM UTC
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Every moment of my time Every second Every while I think of your brown eyes I can picture Your wide smile. So full of love for me So so enticing Making me want to know Making me want you more How I wish there could come a day When you sign your name to mine When we will be but the same And your hand shall rest in mine All the time All the time. Maybe one day When im old When your hair looks more gold When my face begins to look more bare Will you love me there? I love it when you write To me I love it when you Fight for me I love you all the time All The Time. Your heart must be from beyond this earth So beautiful so full of mirth I wonder who else could see its worth But I. Oh how I love your eyes So brown so deep What can I do but crave a peek I want your eyes Interlocked with mine Forever in a stance Eternally hypnotised I sit and wait for you Promise you'll be true Promise you'll love me The way I crave to be loved All the time.
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May 18
May 18, 2026 at 2:47 AM UTC
All the time
I can be smart and kind and thoughtful and loving and great- but none of this matters because I am not beautiful.
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 12:39 AM UTC
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the prettiest of souls is deemed irrelevant in the eyes of man.
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 12:38 AM UTC
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