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Ayn Jun 2020
Who ever knew
That happiness could
Wear someone out
As much as it does.

My emotions
Have grown drowsy,
And my head’s
A bit too feathery.
Sometimes I have to regroup and re-ground myself. Poetry is one way to do that. It’s weird to feel emotions hardly ever felt before.
Ayn Jun 2020
Ice
Slipping on the ice,
And crashing through the glass.

Floating shards
Hovering in prismatic wonder,
Lighting my darkened mind
Like the thousand stars
Guiding me to
My long lost dreams.
Is it on purpose that one of the corners is still left in the dark? ;)
My interpretation of how love CAN work. A withering rejection that flowers into something beautiful. emphasis on can.
Ayn Jun 2020
Why have all my choices
No matter how good they are,
Always hurt someone in the end.
Now I feel like I hurt a dear friend.
Ayn Jun 2020
Venomous voices
Tempting fate.

Listless lisping
And culling words.

Silence prevails,
Pervading my guilt...

And feeding my
Venomized thoughts.
The things I say sometimes...
Ayn May 2020
Six and a half hours
Of grueling yard work
Seemed like an eternity
Of endless seconds

Without you.
Yeah I know the name’s awful. I’m very tired. My IT and writer body isn’t meant for 6.5 hours of heavy lifting and shoveling dirt.
Ayn May 2020
Amongst a storm,
Inside the raging current,
Iridescent light
Shines once again.

Things are going
To be all right.
Ayn May 2020
Maybe as time continues
Our wounds will fade,
And we can go back
To something like
How it was
Before.
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