Ayn - Hello Poetry

Ayn Nov 2020

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Within unburdened walls
Lies the embrace of space
And it’s forceless relation
To the movement within us all.

Ayn Nov 2020

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Like dancing lights
And fluttering sprites;
Multiplying together
And dividing apart.

They rend the veil of night,
Creating a short-lived spectacle
Before these stars take flight.

I’m not actually talking about literal stars. This poem came to mind when I was driving to practice and saw the headlights of two opposing cars, seemingly merging together around the bend. I maybe wasn’t in the right state to drive ****...

Ayn Nov 2020

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Wills,
Dragging beyond minds.
Paper,
To receive the soul’s signature;
An inken mark of individuality.
Ink to paper, fire to ice,
The continuity of the duality.

Ayn Nov 2020

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Chasing
A long-forgotten mist.
Running
On Lævateinn’s edge.

The final sprint
Just seconds away
Tedium envelopes my being,
While my flames fade to gray.

Ayn Nov 2020

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The stars all look brighter in the sky
Sometimes i get so lonely I could—

The darkest flares
Burn within the brightest bonfires.

Ayn Nov 2020

Blue-Eyed Blood

Through snow and pine alike,
Salt soaked shores
Preceding a treacherous hike.

The blood of denial
Resides strongly in my heart.
Sickness and injuries won’t do me part.

Viking blood, the kind of person who will deny their sickness and work anyways, the people who feel the need to never stop until the job is done. I realized that I’m one of those people. I have a temp of 101 and I’m attending online learning because being sick is not an excuse to skip school bc i can do it from bed.

Ayn Nov 2020

Midnight on the first

And I’m still working.
Each drop of sweat towards a goal,
One too far from my hands.
It’ll take a hundred years,
Or ten-thousand more.
I’m just the system’s... dog.

I’m pretty sure it’s illegal for me to work this late at night during the school year.