Ayn: Poems

Nov 2021 · 490

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Ayn Nov 2021

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The last streams of daylight fade away,
Like the frail afterimage
Of melancholic memories;
Drifting quietly like seaglass,
Submerged in an unfamiliar world.

I got nothing to add to this, so imagery is what it all is i guess.

Nov 2021 · 157

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Ayn Nov 2021

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As the somniferous air sets in
Like an ocean of sea glass;
The flowing tide echoing through my mind.

A dream of newfound waters
Surfacing like a long lost memory,
Calling forth from the autumn breeze.

Like gemstones in the rain,
I’m free to bleed out the colors.
The desire to leave an empty shell
Overpowered by a desire for vitality.

Nov 2021 · 126

Nameless Echoes

Ayn Nov 2021

Nameless Echoes

From the void a voice calls out;
A warm greeting once again.
Inside my body desires to roar,
Let out a vibrant call of vitality.

You walk in like flowers,
Yet leave me pinned with daggers.

You say life won’t get any harder,
Then nail me to my cross,
Making my emotions your martyr.

Sometimes your actions confuse me. Sometimes i wish you’d realize for a second what’s really going on, so i can stop denying myself of this emotion. Everything we do together doesn’t help me fix myself at all… it just makes it all worse.

Oct 2021 · 131

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Ayn Oct 2021

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He’s back once more;
The icy presence held at the door.
My heat is drained away
Like a fleeting fall leaf,
And all that’s left is an empty shell;
Something he wouldn’t sell.

Why all the meaningless slander?
I know you love me at heart.
There’s everything left for us;
A world of experience to handle.
Take my hand and I’ll show you,
You’ll see a world better than blue.

Get out of my head. You aren’t welcome.

Oct 2021 · 124

Crawl

Ayn Oct 2021

Crawl

Stand up or crawl.
Seething pervasive emotion
Burning like an open wound.
Sores and pains erupt throughout
But life’s tenacity carries you forth.
Your mind is blazingly empty;
Save one thought: the end goal.
The pain threatens to corrupt you more,
But your burning strive fends off its toll.

There’s nothing left but the finale;
A desire so strong, nothing else remains.
A scream of intense vitality;
Silencing the waves; soothing the pains.

Oct 2021 · 129

Glistening Stone Oceans

Ayn Oct 2021

Glistening Stone Oceans

Within a single moment
An overflow of deterioration
Causes time to stop and ponder;
A single instance in time
where all that exists is inverted
and silence finally reigns once more.

"Just listen to the noises / Null and void instead of voices"
from 'Through Glass' by Stone Sour

Oct 2021 · 89

Pervasive Echoes

Ayn Oct 2021

Pervasive Echoes

A sheer slate of industry,
broken by the melodic ridges.
Echoing the smallest whispers,
and dulling the mind's largest cries,
these walls defy all which seems sane.

Without color,
without shade.
Simple textures
resonate my cadence.

Standing strong and stagnant;
unrefined,
undefined.

This place looks like a prison. The chairs in the lecture hall are literally bolted to the floor.

Oct 2021 · 64

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Like a stone in the ocean,
Or a drop of water
In glistening oil,
A hole begins to fester.

Deep within my core,
The inching shadow grips my fears,
Throwing away my desires,
And beckoning my tears.

I have no title for this. It’s definitely dark. All of my work is at this point. I’m in a tense national competition and today’s the last event. I don’t know know my competitors are doing because I can’t actually see them compete. But based on how well I think I’ve done, I have a chance.

Oct 2021 · 229

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Ayn Oct 2021

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The solitude of the cliffside,
nothing but a sharpened breeze
to comfort the wayfaring soul.
The din of crashing waves
drawing forth a sense of exhaustion.

Thinly layered, I look out from above the precipice.
The biting air just another fact of life.
Looking upwards, the sky uses the clouds as a vest;
a warmth I currently desire,
however exhaustion closes in and I lay down to rest.

Oct 2021 · 66

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Ayn Oct 2021

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A lash of autumn wind slices at the skin,
a gentle yet firm reminder of nature's harsh personality.
With the whip arises a spray of icy water,
Its bleak gray sheen housing an unparalleled vibrancy.

The drifting tides churn in wonder and expectation,
bringing this once still and silent slate
to a monochromatic spectrum.

Oct 2021 · 69

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Ayn Oct 2021

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Vapors stand in strands,
Left to stain the sky.
Showing like an open wound,
Left behind by the wind’s talons.
Bleak and gray,
They insist on remaining;
Watching me fray;
Watching my silent decay.

Among life’s bountiful fruit,
The silent world is absolute.

Oct 2021 · 87

A Thought Among Others

Ayn Oct 2021

A Thought Among Others

An unspoken concept
Drifts through the air,
As if carried by the silent wind;
Her delicate touch
Disintegrating the stagnant air,
Bringing fresh life into the world.

After a moment of silence,
I pull my keys from their hiding pocket.
Their jingle, too, touched by the spirit.

Turning away from the cliff,
The screaming call of the void
Turns to a deafening silence;
The world is quiet once again,
And so is he.

Sep 2021 · 160

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Ayn Sep 2021

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Like a solitary tree in a silent plain
Awaiting the blight; the everlasting rain.
Life has come and gone;
The span of a second
With the grace of a swan
Like a shrouded mosaic
The mist reveals piece by piece;
A picture is formed
Of a concrete world,
Built on the fragile sands of time.

Sep 2021 · 269

Misted Reflections

Ayn Sep 2021

Misted Reflections

Under a dead mid morning sky,
I welcome your eternity
My time has long since drifted by;
Just a glimmer in the river.

A fleeting sparrow’s gentle breath
Bringing life to the air again.
In your silence, I stand once more;
A quiet child, looking for light.

My light, my wonder, lead the way.
Or are you just another moon;
Casting false light from the shadows?

All the lines have 8 syllables i think

Sep 2021 · 204

The Call of the Void

Ayn Sep 2021

The Call of the Void

Holding onto the mirror,
Gazing beyond the snake.

A silently welcoming venom;
Burning the once eternal ice,
Freeing me from your cold gaze.

Wincing, teary-eyed stars,
Whisper their silencing fears.
These sunset guardians, up in tears,
From being beyond the sidelines
For all these years.

Acknowledge the snake, but remember the stars are always watching over you. They may not seem close but that doesn’t mean they don’t care.

Sep 2021 · 93

Relapse

Ayn Sep 2021

Relapse

The ringing in my veins
courses through my aching body,
Like a rampant child;
Reckless and unrestrained.

It calls to me,
screaming for my attention,
to once again feel my ‘love;’
My dedication.

I can only deny such crawling advances,
And feel my yearning spirit cry.
Eventually I will break,
That will be the day I hide.

I tried it just a bit today, don’t get mad, I didn’t bleed at all, you can’t even call it a scratch. I just couldn’t stand not doing it. It was getting to me. I wanted to so badly i couldn’t resist. I’m sorry but the runs aren’t working anymore. I promise i can be safe.

Aug 2021 · 86

Glass

Ayn Aug 2021

Glass

On the other side,
you draw your life
Into its drowning existence.
You’re wielding a failed red thread,
Hoping the needle is sharp enough
To run your troubles through.

I watch in fear and worry,
As you become a stumbling mess.
This wall of glass
shattering into my veins
Whenever i make that first step.

I can’t remove what you’ve built.
I’m afraid of what you’ll do.

I’m sorry. It’s my fault you’re this way. Nothing can repay a ruined life besides another. I wish you a wonderful life, Aasiyah. I hope I’m less of a villain in the next one. I’m being truthful here, I know you never want to see me again and I’m not sure if you’ll read this, but I’m sorry for all my lies, my ****, my lust. I know i was the one who came out unscathed. Unfair, right? I’ll make it fair. Don’t expect to hear from me again.

Jul 2021 · 215

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Ayn Jul 2021

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Through the mist
A quiet voice echoes;
A booming announcement,
Following a silent predicament.

Calling upon the dormant engine,
Remembrance has arrived.

Jul 2021 · 200

Risen Phoenix

Ayn Jul 2021

Risen Phoenix

The yearn for the bird;
Letting the wind lead the skies.
A life of fluctuating flows;
A life I despise.

Jul 2021 · 457

Talons

Ayn Jul 2021

Talons

Echoes.
A force resonating
With the muted walls.

Surround my fleeting soul
And swallow it whole.
Make it believe there’s no door,
Then burn it through the floor.
Make sure its raven talons
Aren’t sharp anymore.

“Something is seriously ****** up and it needs to change” i can guarantee most of you have said this at least once in your life, whether it is about yourself or the sad disposition of society.

Jul 2021 · 228

Our Faults

Ayn Jul 2021

Our Faults

The curtains,
Still singed by the events
Which took place the previous night,
Stand like a statue,
Reminding the residence
Of the sanctum provided
By flaming bonds.

I’ve put my faith in you.

Jul 2021 · 236

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Ayn Jul 2021

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The twilight mist veils the world
As the graceful stars
Turn to faltering street lamps.

A constricted world,
Nothing lies beyond
My dwindling vision.

Are you happy
Now that the bird is caged?

Jul 2021 · 145

The hope (in your eyes)

Ayn Jul 2021

The hope (in your eyes)

All I see are lies.
In your eyes?
Glimmering reflections…
Dancing like the winter’s edge.
Reflected in my eyes.
And twisted by your vision.
We can never agree.
You’re never truly free

It’s two people, one is on the odd numbered lines, the other is on the even numbered lines.

Jul 2021 · 193

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Ayn Jul 2021

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Scorching the clouds
Like a fuming inferno,
Only to be smothered
Without a moment to breathe.

Highlighting the bleak gray
With layerings of radiant white.

The purest form of energy;
Destroying all it touches directly.

Jun 2021 · 156

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Ayn Jun 2021

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Through smoke, Smog,
And smoldering ashes,
I’ll see this to the end.

Iridescent falls,
An ocean of flying fish.
Behind the charred walls,
Lies life’s perfect dish.

Jun 2021 · 274

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Ayn Jun 2021

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A frozen visage,
Steeled through an eternal cowardice.
Stripped of glimmer and glory,
Your meek egotistical values
Lie in pieces; devoid of glory.

Words spoken a the edge of a cliff,
Fabricating the final push.
The spiral lies below,
So just take the final blow.

The term spiral refers to the golden ratio. That bit was inspired by the song Lateralus from Tool. “swing on the spiral…”

Jun 2021 · 368

Echo

Ayn Jun 2021

Echo

The somniferous mist
Soothes my erratic soul
With a gentle touch,
Like soft blue watercolors
On a radiant white canvas.

Jun 2021 · 191

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Ayn Jun 2021

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The tide proceeds to escape the shore,
Receding like a quelled rebellion.
Now a pair of lonely eyes
Becomes the sole true witness
Of this snapshot of life.

Jun 2021 · 139

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Ayn Jun 2021

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Like a sopping wet leaf,
Floats in the northern oceans,
As if it is a single drop of blood
In an autumn wheat field,
The echoes of reality reach deaf ears
As the final leaf falls,
Silently,
From its hibernating host.

In a continuation of the last note, very few house flies have died since them, none of which were intentional murders.

Jun 2021 · 133

Postal

Ayn Jun 2021

Postal

Do we really know
Where our soul shall go
After we decide to die,
And let our phantasm fly?

Or do we cry
After another futile try?
And do those who pass us by
Suffer through the same lie?

It’s been a while, or has it? Depends on your viewpoint. From a house fly’s viewpoint, they’d have died and rebirthed several times since my last work lol

May 2021 · 131

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Ayn May 2021

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You are the bleach searing my eyes,
The blade entering my veins,
The truth behind my silver lies,
And the silent screams of my pains.

Necessary but unwanted…
Or was it wanted but unnecessary?
Now it’s just a still ballroom, long haunted.
Ghosts and specters dominate the ferry.

Once a burning memory
Now a fading sheet of music.
Silence carries no remedy,
Besides the voice of your mimic.

You broke through my inaudible screams,
Now you linger amongst my deepest dreams.

This goes all over the place, doesn’t it? I wrote it last night then passed out while writing the note. For context, the speaker is talking to the writer.

May 2021 · 161

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Ayn May 2021

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Silence calls for dusks final breath
As we say farewell to sight
And lay our bodies to rest.

Our minds, however,
Live nocturnal,
Like our souls—
Living, eternal.

Apr 2021 · 189

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Ayn Apr 2021

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Within shining walls,
He lies on opulence.
If only time was kind enough
To let him lie forever.

In the end,
He has to stand.
In the end,
Time beckons forgetfulness.

There’s a bit of a double entente in this poem. It came in naturally at first, but I probably forced it in at the end. The riches suggested by opulence are riches of the mind, otherwise known as knowledge. That’s why the last line is what it is.

Apr 2021 · 195

A Faded Fragment

Ayn Apr 2021

A Faded Fragment

Have you fallen again?
Through the world of dreams
And into the endless expanse?

Lifeless yet living,
I ponder your loving existence.

The silent voice
fades to a whisper.
Where have you gone,
My sister?

It’s important to note that the speaker doesn’t have a sister, he never did.

Apr 2021 · 236

Beauty

Ayn Apr 2021

Beauty

Like a spirit’s stringless song;
Soundless and brief,
Beauty remains hidden
To those with prying eyes.

Sometimes it’s found in the most unexpected of places, sometimes even in yourself. I tend to find it when I’m not actively looking for it.

Apr 2021 · 231

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Ayn Apr 2021

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Whispers follow me,
Muttering their taunting mirthful cry.
I listen from my liar’s chair,
Too far gone to care.

Smothered voices sing to me,
Calling out my name
Through distorted chords.

I have no lips to speak of,
No eyes to embrace the world;
Only these silent ears,
Listening to my tormentors fears.

Apr 2021 · 174

Untimely Affairs

Ayn Apr 2021

Untimely Affairs

As the humid summer days
Sift into the crisp autumn nights,
Like the shimmering sands
Of a young hourglass,
She longs to once again
Feel the raging warmth
Of the midsummer sun.

Apr 2021 · 124

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Ayn Apr 2021

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As the clock continues
Its everlasting tick,
The candle begins to sing.
Weaving words of spider silk,
Leaving a trail of scentless smoke
Through the silent night.

Apr 2021 · 278

Broken Silence

Ayn Apr 2021

Broken Silence

Fear sets in
Like a soft chill.

My comfort becomes my enemy,
And my silence begins to crumble.

Lost, cold, and alone.
All i have is the road ahead,
The hill behind,
And the mountain to the side.

I am stripped of all my pride,
Through the deafening emptiness.
Nothingness comes off in flakes

As my screaming silence breaks.

Apr 2021 · 143

The Muted

Ayn Apr 2021

The Muted

Shimmering silence
Blooms over the desolate horizon,
Beckoning my fragile soul.

As the sun begins to fade,
Letting the darkness inch closer,
I’m still standing still;
Lost...

However, now I’m worlds away
With nobody around.

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Shut up (and go)

Ayn Apr 2021

Shut up (and go)

Keep quiet,
Silence is your friend
And so am I.

Don’t listen to them,
They’re trying to stop you.
You’ll see this through.
That’s the one thing I’m sure you’ll do.

So shut up
And drive.
Only when far away,
Will you begin to thrive.

Mar 2021 · 160

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Ayn Mar 2021

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A shimmering thunderclap
Shines across a million seas.
I stand landlocked,
Left to count the endless leaves.

The golem’s silent lament
Leaves the lightning to grieve.
The execution of silence
Set to be, without reprieve.

A golem is like a robot but made of dirt or stone, in this case it is representative of the earth. After all, the earth and sky form a precious duality in which we thrive.

Mar 2021 · 324

And The Flames

Ayn Mar 2021

And The Flames

Burn brighter than steel,
And stronger than a star.
You’ve stoked the flame,
Now take the reigns.

Subdued no longer,
Your ambition grows stronger.
You’re the unyielding flame,
Burn the fields away,
Nothing shall stay.

The match was lit,
The air became flame.
There’s only ashes left
And I’m to blame.

Mar 2021 · 153

The Fire

Ayn Mar 2021

The Fire

Stone upon stone,
Laying down the bricks
For a worldwide collapse.

Tear at the membrane,
Nothing can stop you now.
Why limit yourself?
Nobody watches you
When it matters most,
So rise.

Walls are built to be broken,
So let your heart become molten;
The time has come to be awoken.

Mar 2021 · 243

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Ayn Mar 2021

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As we listen to the silence,
A world of noise
Populates our barren mind.

We bring life
To the once subdued void,
Only to ***** it out
Like a whimpering candle
When we inevitably forget.

Me writing poetry at 12:30am lol. Time for some ice cream.

Edit: after rereading this in the morning, I realized I never ate any ice cream.

Mar 2021 · 205

Emerging From Beyond Silence

Ayn Mar 2021

Emerging From Beyond Silence

Like pearls,
Like glass;
A shining immaculacy
bereft of the past.

With an infinite capacity,
The vessel holds the soul,
And two parts become whole.

Take a swing, see what you think it means.

Mar 2021 · 154

House

Ayn Mar 2021

House

Place the bets
Run the cards
Jack of hearts?
No,
You’re just the joker.

Face card?
No,
It’s all a facade.

living freely,
Yet chained to the game,
Life’s got my soul; my flame.
I’ve long since lost my name.

Playful thoughts of cards and chance.

Mar 2021 · 493

Adrift

Ayn Mar 2021

Adrift

Digging
Into the ground,
Pulling up dirt.

It splashes like water
On a brilliant summer day,
We all love to play in water...

Bury me
Under this weight,
Bury me
Under my sin.
Bury me,
for I will never win.

Inspired by “Dig” from Mudvayne

Mar 2021 · 158

Intent:

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.

Mar 2021 · 175

The Equalizer

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.