Ayn - Hello Poetry

Ayn Mar 2021

Intent:

Hidden to all.
What was going on?
It’s anyone’s call.

Think of it this way, if someone gets into a car accident, and dies, you may think it was a horrible accident. What if they did it on purpose because they wanted to die. Nobody would be the wiser.

Ayn Mar 2021

The Equalizer

At time’s end
We stand before the leveling blade,
And whisper our sins
Towards the crimson shade,
And are put to rest
Within the silent glade.

It’s been weird recently. This (as with many other thoughts) have clouded my mind, almost blocking my ability to think.

Ayn Mar 2021

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Don’t go
You’re leaving me
To the endless flow.
You preach destruction,
But the sands of time still stand,
a subtly worse construction.

Ayn Mar 2021

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As the gloomish clouds
Silently weep,
The world darkens
And we fall towards sleep.

Ayn Mar 2021

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The darkness brings comfort
With a touch of suffocation.
All’s not unwell, though,
For he exists too
Within this space made for two.
Silently peering,
Deathly fearful of rest
Or of a loss of control.

Both of us are but mere parts
To a far greater whole.

Is it really better? Can I state thar with confidence? No, and no.

Ayn Feb 2021

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Your silent hypocrisy;
A now faded memory.

Wishing for well
With directions to hell,
Purifying me
With oil and flame.

We weren’t meant to be,
Yet you still reside, now tame.

It’s only a matter of time
Before you rise from the grime.

The more I become less myself, the more it splits away from me, and teaches me all of the wrong ways to cope, under a ruse of helping me. It is too unlike me to be inside of me, yet it is there.

Ayn Feb 2021

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Tugging at my eyes
With the gentle touch
of a light-bathed savior,
Time has once again
Caused me to lapse
Into the world of waking dreams.

Reading what I hear
But all I hear is latin;
The voices in the confusion.

Spikes cloud my vision,
Disintegrating the border
Of self-awareness.

Half baked poem. I’m too afraid to sleep ****. I’m such a ******* wimp sometimes. Honestly I know it doesn’t matter in 2021, but I feel like if someone listed out my qualities to a stranger the stranger wouldn’t even think for a second that I’m a dude. It’s almost pitiful, but it isn’t, so that’s what matters.