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Oct 2022 · 45
Astral Oct 2022
Our conversation runs dry.
And I'm her again.


Was I truly inhumane?
I know I shouldn't feel any pain,
But your absence,
It soils my existence
Like a blood stain.
And who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I to entertain
Your selfish choice to abstain
From communication.
From communication with her.
And who is her,
But she,


Chasing a you.
And you're scared too.
You're scared to love me.
And you're scared to love me.
And I'm a fool.
Cause I wasn't scared to love you.
And who am I?
Who am I
But her.


I'm scared to love you.
May 2022 · 893
House in my Heart
Astral May 2022
I'm beginning to feel as empty as my room when you left.
I want to fill the space,
But it hurts to try.
I think because I'm scared,
That if you come back,
That when you come back?
You won't want a room
That isn't yours anymore.
It's nice to get your thoughts out of your mind and step back.
Aug 2021 · 536
Astral Aug 2021
You used to joke
About us only being acquaintances.
You used to claim you didn't know me,
With a smile on your face,
And it was some dumb, fun game.

But now,
I'm starting to feel like,
You weren't joking in the first place.
Maybe only I thought it was a game.
Apr 2020 · 325
Astral Apr 2020
I'm tired of writing about love,
So this poem is different,
Instead I'll write something new.

I won't write about it.

About how I miss you,
The feeling bubbling up inside me,
And spilling out in the form of nostalgia.

About how I felt when you said those three words,
My emotions clawed at each other,
Trying to jump in and play,
Yet trying to hold themselves back.

About your promise to see me again,
And how suddenly my mind was in the clouds,
Wishing we were there together.

No, I won't write about it,

I'll write about something new,
After wanting to write about you.
started on feb 22 2019 at 1:04 am
Apr 2020 · 1.0k
Morning Scene
Astral Apr 2020
I wake up,
Birdsong filling the air,
My unfinished homework
Who had watched me sleep unaware.
My phone unplugged,
Dying faster than I am.
And me,
Curled up,
Wrapped in content loneliness.
A common quarantine sight for me
Apr 2020 · 357
A Promise
Astral Apr 2020
What you said to me,
I promise I'll see you again,
Is a promise I hope you'll keep.
Apr 2020 · 964
Astral Apr 2020
You told me
"You could do better."
But all I could think of was
"Why would I?"
Mar 2020 · 786
Poseidon's blessing
Astral Mar 2020
You are a poets dream,
The whole ocean,
All wrapped up,
Right in your bloodstream.

Wavy hair that covers your head,
Crashing like the waves,
Hitting the soft sand.
Literal beachhead.

Your eyes are an easy connection,
Blue like the ocean,
Meeting the sky at the horizon,
Bright like the sun’s reflection.

Deep as the sea,
Full of things we haven't reached,
We don't know too much about it,
But truth is, we enjoy it all the same.
And as deep as the sea you may be,
You're still a treasured friend to me.
I've been self distancing because of corona and theres been a lot of downsides, but a positive thing is I can write more now.
Mar 2020 · 616
Astral Mar 2020
The night is here.
But in some way we are not.
It's almost as if sometimes,
Just sometimes,
We begin to feel as though maybe we aren't viewing the same stars,
That they are too infinite.

And though thy are in thought,
You still avoid the thoughts,
Of how small you are in this vast
That maybe you and I are not seeing
the same stars.
That perspective is all and everything.
That no that beautiful blue star you
So brightly among the millions of others,
Only seems to catch my eye for a moment.
A fleeting glimpse of what would be,
Could be,
Can be,
Won't be.
Yet still dreamers dream,
Thinkers think,
And sleepers sleep.

Because all in all,
Not everything will have some deeper meaning,
Some great devotion,
Some unknown message that is screaming itself from the rooftops 
and mountains.

That maybe a poem is just that,
A string of words with seemingly poetic rhythm.

So as time continues moving,
And 3D creatures in a 4D world continue breathing.
May we all continue counting stars that are in the past.
And continue breathing the air that's been with us for centuries.
And continue writing meaningful poetry.
Wrote this really late at night. The corona virus has been letting me sleep in so I lay awake most nights and figured I should post this.
Mar 2020 · 885
Its Alright
Astral Mar 2020
You give soulmate a new meaning.
Love and care and companionship,
But in a friendly way.

Someone who will hold me,
While I cry on their shoulder,
And pat my back,
And lay their hand gently on my neck,
To let me know they’re there.

Someone who will laugh with me,
Who will run,
And leap,
And fly across the sun kissed sky with me.
Ignoring any responsibility.
We’ll land so far away,
In an old weather-worn bay.
We’ll dance around the creaky boards,
And scream louder than the silence,
Our voices as high as our bounds.
And then we’ll leap again,
To a place long forgotten.
Where the vines have grown over,
And alive is the dirt under.
And we'll play in the grass,
And rejoice in the sun,
And bask in the starlight,
And we'll know everything is alright.
We'll be sure everything is alright.
And then we'll lay under the moon,
And we'll talk without words,
And the wind will whisper,
Its alright.
I wrote this for a friend I can no longer see due to the corona virus. I hope they’re okay. Stay safe everybody.
Mar 2020 · 249
Astral Mar 2020
Here I am.
I’ve always wanted to be
But not for long.

Talent is relative,
And mine is falling.

So I’ll be sent back,
Into confused arms.
They will welcome the love,
Though they will not understand it.
Why am I there?
Why am I not here?

I will try to fit in.
Return to my group of youth,
Look to find it and see it gone,
Remnants scattered everywhere I can see.

I will look for open arms,
That closed for me a long time ago.
And once I am alone again,
Which way will my mind go?

Wandering through mixed messages,
Solace will be found,
In greying memories of me there,
Until they become memories of me here.

And then I will repeat my cycle,
My human cycle of dissatisfaction.

For what you miss there,
You will miss here.
Mar 2020 · 287
Switched up
Astral Mar 2020
Poetry is strange sometimes.
In the way that I'll write a poem,
Words flowing freely from my fingertips,
About all of it.
But when I read it now,
It almost feels like its about you.

Except I think you'd like my poetry.
Mar 2020 · 376
Sunshine Embodied
Astral Mar 2020
Golden locks,
Like keys on a string,
With eyes of grey,
Like a calm, cloudy day.
Yet they shine like you,
Like their own hue.
One not defined by color,
By mind or soul,
But by you.
A gift it is to see that light,
And to feel it shine like rays just right.
Sep 2019 · 333
Color Theory
Astral Sep 2019
Hand in hand,
Certain emotions go.
Like passion and envy,
Or anger and jealousy.

Like red and green,
They compliment each other.

Passion that fuels the envy.
Full of fire and frenzy,
Pulsating out.
The envy creeping in with tendrils,
A seething mass of resentment and desire.

Anger that provokes the jealousy.
Raging with pain and misery,
Seeping out.
The deap jealousy pooling,
A grasping puddle of hurt and greed.
May 2019 · 888
Astral May 2019
I write but I don't know why.
I never wish to share it with anyone I know.
I don't wish to try and learn to write,
Nor to try and pursue a career.
So why do I write?

Is it really all to send a message?
I can't seem to figure it out.
May 2019 · 426
Astral May 2019
Hidden under countless sheets,
Behind lock and key,
Like I'm scared they'll see.

I really do love poetry,
The way it feels to write,
To feel.

But I find myself embarrassed,
When in conversation,
A poetic stream slips out, free across the screen.

I don't know why I fear it so,
Or hope that it would go,
But I wish I didn't feel like this.

It's true that it's poetry I miss.
Apr 2019 · 257
Astral Apr 2019
Up and down,
Thats the way life turns,
Round and round,
Like a swirl of water in a bottle.
Like a bottle.
Like I bottle.
Bottle it all up deep inside.
Until the bottles burst,
Until the stress is pouring out of my ears,
Until my head is just full of glass shards
And shattered emotions.
And I'm just left frantically running,
Like a chicken missing its head.

And so I tell myself to pour it out,
At least till I can clean up,
Find some new bottles,
Feel some new things,
Before we start all over again,

Because the bottles will have fallen.
*Just in case you needed to hear this, don't bottle it up. Tell someone whats going on, its important to take care of yourself <3*
Apr 2019 · 315
that gut feeling
Astral Apr 2019
Like rocks in my stomach,
Pulling me down,
I feel such guilt,
But I don't know how.

I do this accidentally,
Every single time,
I always type so hastily.
What is wrong with my mind?

When your mood changes,
I feel so weak.
I know its my fault,
And I almost wish to weep.

I never want to make you hurt,
But I worry that I do,
I wish that I was there,
So I could show that I cared for you.

And every time you end up sad or mad,
Or somewhere in between,
I get so nervous that its over,
Lost for eternity.

I don't know how to apologize,
Other than to say I'm sorry,
But I know its not enough,
You deserve more.

I wish I could give you more.
Mar 2019 · 1.2k
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Astral Mar 2019
Time is a tricky mistress,
I'm sure of that,
Full tricks up her sleeve.
But the truth is,
I didn't expect this.

I don't put it all on her,
I don't put my feelings all on her.
But I do place the time on her.

Some people grow apart,
Some people grow parallel,
Some people grow perpendicular,
And some people grow together.

I don't know how we grew,
But it feels like we've been growing together for a while.
It seems only our tricky mistress, Time, will tell,
But Time seems to have a thing for surprises
Mar 2019 · 289
What Poetry Is
Astral Mar 2019
Its a relationship with yourself,
It's something you've poured into,
Released your emotions,
Entangled them in understandable metaphors,
And buried them in verbose language.
Probably more of these to come, I'm just separating them into induvidual sections.
Mar 2019 · 301
Taunting Muse
Astral Mar 2019
My muse taunts me,
One second they'll be there,
Guiding me, I swear.
But then without even uttering farewell,
They leave me there alone in my uninspiring cell.

Sometimes they leave me for so long
I begin to forget they're there,
So I try it all out on my own.
It works I guess,
The puzzle fits,
But its just there's something wrong.

I know now that they're there,
I felt it, I felt it I swear.
But I don't know who they are,
And I don't know where they are.
But I know,
I know they're there.

I just have to wait for them to open the cell door.
Feb 7
Mar 2019 · 246
I Promised
Astral Mar 2019
I promised you.
I wish I didn't,
I wish I could say something for you.
I want to be your voice,
But I know you don't want anything said.
And I want to respect you,
I just hope your voice is around the corner,
But until then I'll fight for you in silence.
I promised, and I won't break my promise.
(March 4, 2019)
Mar 2019 · 502
Astral Mar 2019
I don't know what to write,
But my hands itch
For the sweet release of poetry.

Just like the ears yearn
For the smooth symphonies,
Just like the eyes call
For the breathtaking beauties,
My hand reaches
For the blessed release of inspiration.
Feb 2019 · 386
I want to live
Astral Feb 2019
I'm still young,
I know I have time,
I'm probably not even a quarter into my life.
Yet I feel like time is running out.
I want to grow up,
But not because I wish to throw out my childhood,
To leave the safety of my nest,
To jump into the open world.
Truth be told I'm scared.

But for some reason I wish to age.
To have a job,
To live by myself,
To try independence-

I want to fall in love,
I want something more,
More than ***** high school romance.
I want life.
I want to live.

And although now I feel empty,
I know I won't be one day.
Or at least I hope I won't be.
feb 9, 2019
Feb 2019 · 729
you don't like poetry
Astral Feb 2019
I don't think you really like poetry.

I don't think you'd like my poetry,

Because even though you wouldn't be able to tell,

My poetry is almost all about you.
even this one
Feb 2019 · 321
pollution sucks
Astral Feb 2019
The ocean is vast and wide
Seemingly unending,
Like the metaphors that it can be used for.

When I'm lost,
When I feel that everything is overwhelming me,
When inspiration has left and you're all I have,
When all that exists is the place between tears and land,
When I feel hopeless,
When my mind no longer wishes to be dry,
I can turn to my dear ocean.

Although far away I know you're there,
And I worry for you,
For your health.
I know it gets dangerous,

But stay strong ocean,
Us writers wouldn't know what to do without you
this is literal garbage, ig this is whats actually polluting the earth lol

2:11 am
Feb 2019 · 226
Astral Feb 2019
White dots,
Limp limbs,
Pooled blood,
Lost heart.
i watched a movie on netflix a while ago and it kind of inspired this
Jan 2019 · 319
Astral Jan 2019
Hot breath warms her face
As it settles in thick blankets
Making it harder and harder to breathe.

The rest of her body feels chilly
As a fan circulates cold air around her,
But her face only grows warmer.

As she tells herself all the things she doesn't want to hear,
Yet would feel incomplete without,
The heat only begins to rise,
Swelling from her eyes,
Like thick globs of lava,
Crashing into the tightly held blankets.

She opens her mouth,
To tell herself to stop,
That she has no reason to be this upset,
That shes embarrassing herself,

But her throat fills with hot air,
And she lets out nothing,
Only sobs,
And hopes that tomorrow is a better day.
Jan 2019 · 401
Astral Jan 2019
I hate to admit it,
With all my heart,
I hate to admit
That I'm scared,

That I'm scared of everything,
Even admitting my own fears.
So I guess I really do do something that scares me everyday.
Jan 2019 · 270
Astral Jan 2019
One day you make me laugh and smile,
You make my face flush,
And my heart rush.

Some days I just don't feel it,
And there isn't a spark there too,
Sometimes I just can't talk to you.

I wish my heart could make a choice,
That it knew what to say,
Or what to do at the end of the day.

And I just feel lost,
Like my feelings are unfinished,
Like I'm missing something,

But I don't think that something is you...
I guess I'll have to wait and find out.
Jan 2019 · 1.3k
Sunrise, Sunset
Astral Jan 2019
There's a sunrise every morning,
There's a sunset every evening.
Yes, they're beautiful and fascinating,
And they happen everyday,
Forever, with or without our permission.

But you,
You're once in a lifetime.
Jan 2019 · 501
Astral Jan 2019
I hate this feeling,
Deep inside my gut,
That makes me feel like bleeding.
I wish my mouth would shut.

That when I want to look,
My eyes would turn away.
And then when I feel shook,
I realize its my fault, I should pay.
Jan 2019 · 759
Astral Jan 2019
Sometimes feelings can be hard to interpret.
Its you, but you still can't tell what it means.
Maybe thats part of being human,
That we must be unknowing,
In almost all aspects of life,
Even our own.

I just wish,
That I could figure it out.
Figure out why I pushed you away,

But seem to miss you more everyday.
Unrelated to the poem, but I'm hecka stressed because of my history class.
Jan 2019 · 186
Get Over
Astral Jan 2019
I get that I need to move on,
But I wonder if you still think of me,
Like I still think of you.
Jan 2019 · 1.9k
Keep Moving
Astral Jan 2019
Take a step back,
I bet at one point
You never thought you'd get to where you are
Right now,
Whether its good,
Or bad,
That means you've already moved in life,
So just keep moving.
Jan 2019 · 461
A Poet
Astral Jan 2019
The night is here.
But in some way,
We are not.
It's almost as if sometimes,
Just sometimes,
We begin to feel as though maybe,
We aren't viewing the same stars,
That there are an infinite number to choose from.

And though thy are in thought,
You still avoid the thoughts,
Of how small you are in this vast universe,
And that maybe you and I,
Are not seeing the same stars.
That perspective is all and everything.
That no,
That beautiful blue star you see so brightly,
Among the millions of others,
Only seems to catch my eye for a moment.
A fleeting glimpse of what would be,
Could be,
Can be,
Won't be.

Yet still dreamers dream,
Thinkers think,
And sleepers sleep.
Because all in all,
Not everything will have some deeper meaning,
Some great devotion,
Some unknown message
That is screaming itself from the rooftops and the mountains.
That maybe a poem is just that,
A string of words with seemingly poetic rhythm.

So as time continues moving,
And 4D creatures in a 3D world continue breathing,
May we all continue counting stars that are in the past,
And continue breathing the air that's been with us for centuries,
And continue writing seemingly meaningful poetry,
With strange endings.
So just keep on writing
Jan 2019 · 343
Astral Jan 2019
The room seems cloudy now,
Its harder to concentrate.
Its as if you've left.
As if you've left the ship,
It was warm, inviting,
Golden light dripped from the ceilings.
Now its just cold,
Stupidly enough,
You're having a hard time breathing.
Its like the air is denser,
The dark world around you
Showing a blue tinted haze to your eyes.
But it almost seems elegant,
The shine of your clothes
Glimmering in the rich haze.

Its gotten so painful to breathe.
"What's- Wha-"
The dark blue haze hits you suddenly...

You're drowning.
Jan 2019 · 573
Astral Jan 2019
My wings are gone.
Gone from my body,
Gone from me,
My wings are gone.
Like Icarus hath learned,
My wings are gone.

And I can't fall very much longer.
A quick thought I had during school that I decided to write down.
Jan 2019 · 334
Astral Jan 2019
Glinting and shining,
Waves of colors surrounding,
He blinks in the light
That only she can provide.

But she works like a mirror,
And when he loves her,
Treats her with care,
Cherishes her,
She glows,
She radiates.
The warmth of him,
Now the warmth of her,
Bouncing back,
Touching all that her light can reach.

And in the sun,
In the open,
She shines like no other,
And her love and light reaches everyone.

But when he gets jealous,
He locks her away.
And of course it hurts her deep,
Breaks her heart,
Might even make her weep.

But like it is said,
She works just like a mirror,

And a mirror can't tell if love is fake.
Jan 2019 · 431
Astral Jan 2019
I've grown tired,
This is getting heavy.
My body may be young,
But my soul,
The part that is ME,
Is old.
It is ancient.
It has risen,
And it has fallen just the same.

But what it hasn't done yet,
Is finished living.
This past year I grew a lot, I've been working a lot more on my art and I feel that I've grown closer to a lot of my friends, however I've also had some setbacks with being sorta unmotivated and experiencing art block more and more often. But heres to 2019!
Dec 2018 · 253
Astral Dec 2018
I wish you were my muse.

Or rather,
I wish you knew you were my muse.
Dec 2018 · 30.1k
Astral Dec 2018
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
Dec 2018 · 877
Merely a Friend
Astral Dec 2018
I hate being held down,
Or someone thinking they have control over me.
It makes my knuckles twinge,
And my face burn.

Why would someone else control me,
Want to tell me what to do,
I don't even control me.
So who, in fact, are you?

You aren't my mother,
You aren't my father,
You're merely a friend.
But don't get me wrong, I don't want our friendship to end.

But it feels like you're smothering me,
Trying to chain me down,
Rip off my wings,
Or ****** down my crown.

But I won't let that happen,
So I'll cut the chains you've tried to use,
And I'll keep my wings above your reach,
And I will hold my head high,
And I will guard my crown.
Always try to remember to do the last two lines, hold your head high and gaurd your crown.
Dec 2018 · 2.1k
Astral Dec 2018

I just want to vent,
I want to fuss and complain,
So I write haikus.


You don't control me.
I don't even control me.
So please, just back off.

What even are we?
It's up to you to decide,
Its driving me mad.

I could just go on,
Anyway, what is the point?
Oh yeah, I'm stressed.
Oof, sorry for so many vents..
Dec 2018 · 13.6k
Astral Dec 2018
Confidence feels scarce sometimes.

Most times.

But over the years,
I can tell that I've grown.

So thank you.

Thank you to the boy,
Who in eighth grade
Told me that my smile was beautiful.
Before that whenever I smiled,
Or even laughed,
I'd cover my mouth,
Or I'd hide my face.
But he asked me why.
I told him plainly I didn't like my smile,
But he told me it was beautiful.

Thank you to the girl
Who just last year
Told me my nose was unique and elegant,
Like sculpted marble.
My nose is, and always has been large,
But ever since,
I've been able to hold myself with poise,
At the mention of my nose.
Somewhat proud of its size.

Thank you to my friend,
Who told me last summer,
That my haircut was cute when it was down.
I had cut my hair impulsively,
It was shorter than it'd been in years.
I always wore it up,
I thought I looked dumb down.
But she told me my hair looked great on me.
I wore it down that night,
My friends complimented the look,
I've been able to notice the beauty in it since.

I have been built up by compliments.
I can see my own beauty easier now.
Selflove isn't always summoned purely internally,
Sometimes it takes a little help.

So thank you,
Thank you all so much.
Happy holidays! Its holiday season, and Christmas is just around the corner.

This poem is about selflove because I realized today how lucky I am for some people.
Dec 2018 · 10.3k
Unrequited Love
Astral Dec 2018
I think it is an unrequited love.
But not the way you would usually think.

I guess I don't "love" them,
But they're my best friend.
I just don't think they like me,

I just don't think I'm their best friend.

So yes,
I think it is an unrequited love,
But not the way we usually think.
Dec 2018 · 581
Its 4:29
Astral Dec 2018
Its 4:29 in the afternoon,
But it feels later.

The sun is still up,
But the blinds are drawn.

Its still warm outside,
But I'm wrapped in a blanket.

I still have stuff to do,
But I don't have the energy.

Maybe I will later,
But not right now,

And thats okay.
It seems that sometimes I seem to forget that its okay for me to need more time and its okay for me not to have the energy.
Dec 2018 · 207
Astral Dec 2018
Today you mentioned a video,
I hadn't seen it before.
You hastily pulled it up on YouTube.
You handed me an earbud and hit play.

We watched that video,
Then another,
Then another,
Then another.
It seems like we haven't laughed that much together in a long time.

Then you pulled up a another video,
I'd seen this one before,
You'd shown it to me a while ago.

But I didn't mind,
I like spending time with you,
I like laughing at dumb videos,
And talking about memes we've seen,

So I didn't say anything.

I just let it play.
Dec 2018 · 1.5k
One Day Maybe
Astral Dec 2018
He was kind,
He had done some things,
He'd messed up,
But nonetheless,
He was him.

She wasn't special
Or worth his time,
She'd messed up.

He said he loved her,
But it wasn't true.

And before they could even make a move,
She knew he lied.

So they left it there,

She remembered,
But she wished to forget.

He'd moved on,
After all, lies don't last.

One day maybe,
She'll forget.

One day maybe,
He'll remember.
Dec 2018 · 231
A Memory
Astral Dec 2018
It smelled like summer.
Like sunscreen and sweat.
Like earth and rain.
All of these things mixing together in the air.
So yes,
It smelled like summer,
And yes,
It was beautiful.
I usually don't like summer, but I can't say I hate it.
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