wanderarc - Hello Poetry

I’m a burden, don’t you know? Unto myself where'er I go. There’s a voice inside that screams, And it ruins everything I can’t bring myself to sleep For there is trouble running deep, I can’t shake myself awake Just to face what each day takes By now I wish I knew From where the weeping willow grew In this garden where I lay Where I don’t know what to say There’s a monster in my head, And he wants to see me dead Oh, the promises I sing, As if I know anything, Speak to mirrors telling lies Asking of me “Why’d you try?” Can’t you hear me as I scream In the silence that I bring? Could my words find purchase there? Could I find someone who cares Must I always feel alone For my feelings I atone For what I say, For what I do I am right here, where are you? By now I wish I knew From where the weeping willow grew In this garden where I lay Where I don’t know what to say There’s a monster in my head, And he wants to see me dead Oh, the promises I sing, As if I know anything, Speak to mirrors telling lies Asking of me “Why’d you try?” Can’t you hear me as I scream In the silence that I bring? I’ve loved often, by myself Find my heart dried on the shelf I’ve been jealous, I’ve been mean I’ve so often felt unseen Please don’t act like I don’t know For I’ve seen where this road goes. There’s a monster in my head, And he wants to see me dead Oh, the promises I sing, As if I know anything, Speak to mirrors telling lies Asking of me “Why’d you try?” Can’t you hear me as I scream In the silence that I bring?

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Apr 5

Apr 5, 2026 at 2:41 AM UTC

monster

I’m a burden, don’t you know? Unto myself where'er I go. There’s a voice inside that screams, And it ruins everything I can’t bring myself to sleep For there is trouble running deep, I can’t shake myself awake Just to face what each day takes By now I wish I knew From where the weeping willow grew In this garden where I lay Where I don’t know what to say There’s a monster in my head, And he wants to see me dead Oh, the promises I sing, As if I know anything, Speak to mirrors telling lies Asking of me “Why’d you try?” Can’t you hear me as I scream In the silence that I bring? Could my words find purchase there? Could I find someone who cares Must I always feel alone For my feelings I atone For what I say, For what I do I am right here, where are you? By now I wish I knew From where the weeping willow grew In this garden where I lay Where I don’t know what to say There’s a monster in my head, And he wants to see me dead Oh, the promises I sing, As if I know anything, Speak to mirrors telling lies Asking of me “Why’d you try?” Can’t you hear me as I scream In the silence that I bring? I’ve loved often, by myself Find my heart dried on the shelf I’ve been jealous, I’ve been mean I’ve so often felt unseen Please don’t act like I don’t know For I’ve seen where this road goes. There’s a monster in my head, And he wants to see me dead Oh, the promises I sing, As if I know anything, Speak to mirrors telling lies Asking of me “Why’d you try?” Can’t you hear me as I scream In the silence that I bring?

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Console my listlessness with verbs And paradox and promise Lies and limber iterations Truths that might astonish Yet, better than an interest Is a romantic notion Promise that if I relent That I might find devotion Outside my mind where I confine My truth, internally Radiate from that great place Hearts beating commonly. The paradox of voice and thought A contradictive notion Romantic sensibilities Unwavering emotion Senseless as a love struck tongue That seeks to dry the ocean.

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Apr 5

Apr 5, 2026 at 2:39 AM UTC

thirst

Console my listlessness with verbs And paradox and promise Lies and limber iterations Truths that might astonish Yet, better than an interest Is a romantic notion Promise that if I relent That I might find devotion Outside my mind where I confine My truth, internally Radiate from that great place Hearts beating commonly. The paradox of voice and thought A contradictive notion Romantic sensibilities Unwavering emotion Senseless as a love struck tongue That seeks to dry the ocean.

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What mirthless mastication To sup upon the heart To hold it all together Just to rip it all apart While all my teeth are grinding Dining on a bloodied score It beats upon my tongue Still demanding I eat more While the river from my chest And the hole from which it flows Drains me of my laughter And all the love I've shown To wet a barren garden At the dirt beneath my feet Where once I dreamt a verdant space Until I learned deceit Of the self and of the other And the many others still, The corpses line the copse And there are bones yet on the hill Beyond a base direction I'm debased while I consume A gory fabrication Of this ***** I exhume

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Apr 5

Apr 5, 2026 at 2:35 AM UTC

almost romantic

What mirthless mastication To sup upon the heart To hold it all together Just to rip it all apart While all my teeth are grinding Dining on a bloodied score It beats upon my tongue Still demanding I eat more While the river from my chest And the hole from which it flows Drains me of my laughter And all the love I've shown To wet a barren garden At the dirt beneath my feet Where once I dreamt a verdant space Until I learned deceit Of the self and of the other And the many others still, The corpses line the copse And there are bones yet on the hill Beyond a base direction I'm debased while I consume A gory fabrication Of this ***** I exhume

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Imagine little eyes, Staring deep into your soul Seven years of passing time Now, never seven more And in this scope of consciousness Imagine all the flame All the fire, all the ire Of a man you couldn’t name Imagine all the burning All the yearning to be free Imagine all that could have been That, now, will never be. Imagine little ears Seeking wisdom in our world, Creating space between our place With every passing word And in this scope of consciousness Imagine all that gloom, A cry of pain, a splattered stain, A loud and sudden boom Imagine all they could have said Imagine what they heard Imagine all that we have lost In this frenetic blur Imagine that it’s just a dream If that helps you close your eyes, Imagine that it’s just the way Of this evasive life Imagine that the words you read Were not writ by any man Imagine that it really was Some savior’s holy plan Or use the eyes that you still have To see it’s not the way Or use your ears to truly hear All of the lies we say.

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Apr 5

Apr 5, 2026 at 2:31 AM UTC

165 (at least)

Imagine little eyes, Staring deep into your soul Seven years of passing time Now, never seven more And in this scope of consciousness Imagine all the flame All the fire, all the ire Of a man you couldn’t name Imagine all the burning All the yearning to be free Imagine all that could have been That, now, will never be. Imagine little ears Seeking wisdom in our world, Creating space between our place With every passing word And in this scope of consciousness Imagine all that gloom, A cry of pain, a splattered stain, A loud and sudden boom Imagine all they could have said Imagine what they heard Imagine all that we have lost In this frenetic blur Imagine that it’s just a dream If that helps you close your eyes, Imagine that it’s just the way Of this evasive life Imagine that the words you read Were not writ by any man Imagine that it really was Some savior’s holy plan Or use the eyes that you still have To see it’s not the way Or use your ears to truly hear All of the lies we say.

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At the moment, I am crossing Over plains I’ve lain in truth There is evidence of folly Given promenade at youth And I ponder while I wander Seek and squander, Lacking proof That there isn’t something greater, Something unseen Yet aloof There’s a ceiling up above me And a floor below in sight Yet, I close my eyes and still see All around me, There is light, In the morning, in the moment, In the darkest depths of night Still I ponder, still I wander Still I stand beneath my height. At the moment, I am trying To upend a stubborn root While I am crossing over boundaries, That were never mine in truth. At the moment, I am crossing Over fields of cogent thought, There is evidence of folly, Still, in being what I’m not.

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Apr 5

Apr 5, 2026 at 2:28 AM UTC

crossing

At the moment, I am crossing Over plains I’ve lain in truth There is evidence of folly Given promenade at youth And I ponder while I wander Seek and squander, Lacking proof That there isn’t something greater, Something unseen Yet aloof There’s a ceiling up above me And a floor below in sight Yet, I close my eyes and still see All around me, There is light, In the morning, in the moment, In the darkest depths of night Still I ponder, still I wander Still I stand beneath my height. At the moment, I am trying To upend a stubborn root While I am crossing over boundaries, That were never mine in truth. At the moment, I am crossing Over fields of cogent thought, There is evidence of folly, Still, in being what I’m not.

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