thomascastles - Hello Poetry

my heart: create/to create/arts/in all their forms and glory/language/to speak in the tongue you inherited from your mother/to speak to the dead/stars/to read them out loud like they are an open book/smell poetry in flowers and carcasses/to create/to influence/math/the bridge between art and science/a tortured poet/an astrologer/a mathematician/but i will be known/but i can’t put myself out there/but i have to/my heart lives for this. my head: go for it/but are you sure/they will scrutinize you like a forensic subject/i know but you can’t hold me back like this every time/my heart howls to change but you resist to change/i’m just keeping you safe because this world is not where you perform/but i only have this one life/let me get there/i can’t do it on my own/please.

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Jan 29

Jan 29, 2026 at 4:18 AM UTC

what's the one thing your heart desires when you need no one's acceptance or permission to begin?

my heart: create/to create/arts/in all their forms and glory/language/to speak in the tongue you inherited from your mother/to speak to the dead/stars/to read them out loud like they are an open book/smell poetry in flowers and carcasses/to create/to influence/math/the bridge between art and science/a tortured poet/an astrologer/a mathematician/but i will be known/but i can’t put myself out there/but i have to/my heart lives for this. my head: go for it/but are you sure/they will scrutinize you like a forensic subject/i know but you can’t hold me back like this every time/my heart howls to change but you resist to change/i’m just keeping you safe because this world is not where you perform/but i only have this one life/let me get there/i can’t do it on my own/please.

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my extremities are bound to your mahogany desk - what seems to be your working space. for the first time they are rendered purposeless, just drifting in your current like a priceless tonic. heavy torrents out there but i can't hear them. i know no amount of downpour can water down the sinful scarlet we caught ourselves into. we're about to roam wild and free tonight, where only my mind could reach. so you commanded me to be on all fours, leaving gaps between my lips: "spit... spit out poetry and banters into my mouth. spit... spit out bitter truth that is hard for the night to bear. i'm all ears, but im not sure if my heart can take it." with you, i become my own libertine.

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Aug 5, 2025

Aug 5, 2025 at 3:01 PM UTC

when we make love...

my extremities are bound to your mahogany desk - what seems to be your working space. for the first time they are rendered purposeless, just drifting in your current like a priceless tonic. heavy torrents out there but i can't hear them. i know no amount of downpour can water down the sinful scarlet we caught ourselves into. we're about to roam wild and free tonight, where only my mind could reach. so you commanded me to be on all fours, leaving gaps between my lips: "spit... spit out poetry and banters into my mouth. spit... spit out bitter truth that is hard for the night to bear. i'm all ears, but im not sure if my heart can take it." with you, i become my own libertine.

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anxiety strikes me like a sudden glucose spike. bloodstream is gushed with nothing but the thrill of a chase. the nerves though, not doing so well. my reality is going to be more distorted than usual. when anxiety strikes, they don't knock on the door. they come with a bang, and hang in the air like an acoustic foam. you know, train of thoughts and stream of sounds can wander anywhere in the room, but seem futile to get across time and space. they can only travel so much in here, in a vacuumless vessel. a deafening silence, a chaos in a stillness, and i think it best describes it. i can look composed and pour you a glass of water, and i won't even realize if it overflows. when anxiety leaves, i don't think you know it left. you would question its existence, why isn't it with you today. it might feel like a weight being lifted up on your shoulder, but you don't feel any lighter. it feels heavier because of its disappearance. you are so used to its presence, because anxiety keeps you busy in your head. and when you finally have a moment of peace, you self-doubt yourself if you have stopped living your life.

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May 14, 2025

May 14, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC

entry #1

anxiety strikes me like a sudden glucose spike. bloodstream is gushed with nothing but the thrill of a chase. the nerves though, not doing so well. my reality is going to be more distorted than usual. when anxiety strikes, they don't knock on the door. they come with a bang, and hang in the air like an acoustic foam. you know, train of thoughts and stream of sounds can wander anywhere in the room, but seem futile to get across time and space. they can only travel so much in here, in a vacuumless vessel. a deafening silence, a chaos in a stillness, and i think it best describes it. i can look composed and pour you a glass of water, and i won't even realize if it overflows. when anxiety leaves, i don't think you know it left. you would question its existence, why isn't it with you today. it might feel like a weight being lifted up on your shoulder, but you don't feel any lighter. it feels heavier because of its disappearance. you are so used to its presence, because anxiety keeps you busy in your head. and when you finally have a moment of peace, you self-doubt yourself if you have stopped living your life.

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the days between our distance stretch longer than those palms once held together. remind me, since when did we start to loosen our grips over them?

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May 1, 2025

May 1, 2025 at 5:00 PM UTC

when fingers forgot their way home...

the days between our distance stretch longer than those palms once held together. remind me, since when did we start to loosen our grips over them?

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howcanibetogether but alone at the same time?

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Mar 31, 2025

Mar 31, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC

inthequietbetweenourbreathing

howcanibetogether but alone at the same time?

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cry, cry yourself a river. maybe then, you'll finally have a reason to build a bridge and get over it.

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Mar 24, 2025

Mar 24, 2025 at 11:53 PM UTC

the architecture of letting go.

cry, cry yourself a river. maybe then, you'll finally have a reason to build a bridge and get over it.

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i hand out my lifeline to you, quiver in silence, wondering if you'd ever do the same.

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Mar 23, 2025

Mar 23, 2025 at 8:34 AM UTC

the one who reaches first...

i hand out my lifeline to you, quiver in silence, wondering if you'd ever do the same.

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you draw the lines blurry so i have to draw up the curtains. the one-man show, with no eyes to see, and no hearts to witness, has finally faded into its final bow. you never had to quit - you were never part of it.

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Mar 21, 2025

Mar 21, 2025 at 3:27 AM UTC

/one-man show/

you draw the lines blurry so i have to draw up the curtains. the one-man show, with no eyes to see, and no hearts to witness, has finally faded into its final bow. you never had to quit - you were never part of it.

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you were once the air i breathed, when did i become polluted, too?

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Mar 19, 2025

Mar 19, 2025 at 6:55 AM UTC

in my veins.

you were once the air i breathed, when did i become polluted, too?

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as above so below, if gravity is not a construct, which side would i burn when i wash my face with tears? which side do i address the papers to when i bleed them with ink? as above so below, please, give me a sign, how long must i keep doing this? if i stop trying, whose side will i be on? please, give me a sign. even a second feels longer than a lifetime.

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Mar 5, 2025

Mar 5, 2025 at 9:45 AM UTC

as above so below.

as above so below, if gravity is not a construct, which side would i burn when i wash my face with tears? which side do i address the papers to when i bleed them with ink? as above so below, please, give me a sign, how long must i keep doing this? if i stop trying, whose side will i be on? please, give me a sign. even a second feels longer than a lifetime.

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