Dreams can be unpredictable,
Messy, chaotic, fun, adventurous,
But when a person entereth thee realm,
You are yet amused and displeased.

What fires may ignite ahead?
Mysterious, brooding, off vibe,
I was approached by this man,
But as I looked up it was blurry.

So tis true, he is rendering in my realm,
Dreams landscape crafted to your tunes,
Perfected to your preference or your past life,
But when someone new enters, new places, new stories.

I was intrigued by this unknown creature,
Can it be a version of me or someone I meet in the future?
Dreams have a way to contact your subconscious,
And resurface those lost thoughts.

But something was odd, it didn't fit right,
Who was he, why was he here?
Was he searching for me? Near school, cloaked in a hoodie,
Outside classy, dressed in a black turtle neck and tailored pants.

You can haunt me with your presence,
But why come with that dark romance vibe,
I stray away from such abuse and torture,
If you want to stay, then don't be a part of that.

Couldn't see his face but I could feel his smile,
He called to me, did I fall into his shenanigans,
So be it, a new adventure for me in the dreamland,
Reveal yourself mystery man, I'm ready for new beginnings.

I feel animus, not hatred- but something untamed,
What warmth awaits beyond?
A character such comes with a backstory,
If I am bound to meet thee, know this- I'll be the one watching first.

The loom I once wove,
Was an imagery I drove,
It was never meant to be sealed,
I took charge and felt reeled,

This thread woven was misguided,
But now it had abided,
What was felt was the past,
A chapter that never meant to last,

Sometimes when you tug it too hard,
You pull out the wrong cards,
Sometimes it tangles,
But it wasn't supposed to dangle,

It was stitched to a lesson,
Not a different kind of maven,
I searched for heaven in his smile,
But it was just a moment's trial.

Tis time I big goodbye,
With a found understanding frogeyed,
I whisper "thank you" for this loom,
A kin the next blume.

Stars beyond reach,
Shining in their own light,
But not mine to claim on this beach,
A distance stretching through the night.

Words are caught within my throat,
Conversations running on repeat,
These buried emotions will soon float,
As I sit on this empty street.

The universe—so big,
But yet my eye caught you,
It felt so real and quick,
I never searched or knew.

A galaxy within your soul,
And I'm a planet around a lost orbit,
Waiting to catch your lane whole,
Hoping this ride won’t make me split.

Amidst the chaos and blurred visions,
A single flicker, time slowing down,
In this moment, a perfect collision,
In heavy tides over me, I drown.

You are my milky way,
And I am a part of the vast space,
I will find you and commence play,
While time plays this slow race.

When everything seems all good and better,
there is still something trying to remove the curtain,
and it's always a dark path, one where you're stuck and lost,
Life just tends to hit you with all its goth.

And you're just wishing why you exist?
I mean isn't it funny, watching change shatter and break you,
when your insides curl knowing you prepared for something that's not going to happen,
a big lie all twisted in a form you can't explain anymore.

I mean how long do we endure,
Does it not affect you, all these fake transitions,
begging for attention, where does it stop, it doesn't,
Life teaches you lessons and you gotta learn through each one.



Be your own warrior and fight your battles,
what if I'm not ready for such uncertainty thrown at me at random,
And a small decision makes such an impact on your life,
But I can't regret it when I'm to blame so I must face?

Face it scared and confused,
not knowing of how this will be the course in the future,
I mean maturity at a base level, 
I'm just a teen understanding how the world works.

And I feel like I'm screaming into a void,
where I'm not seen or understood,
What is the use of being a poet when I can't capture it,
Or am I so stuck up in my own world trying to catch it?

Are poets all broken and lost and searching for someone who sees them?
Because writing it all down just makes sense,
cause your mind can't understand this hypocrisy,
I mean surviving is just a word at this point, I don't feel like I'm living.

What does it all mean, coming at a turbo tolling on you,
destiny, plot twist, faith, karma is a *****,
and everything has a cost, even things that don't need money,
So i guess I'll sit and cry making sense of what's going on...

This is not a poem, it's got no structure, no flow, no rhyme,
just pure raw words trying to speak cause my voice is dead,
I don't want to be corrected or judged,
coz I am done trying to live up to expectations or minor adjustments.

I am just in a state of conundrum, and this world may cease to exist,
it's all in a sense of peripheral vision, or a drunk poet high on water,
alcohol or smoking something i wouldn't try, rather have a spiritual being beside me,
Or might as well fall into a coma and rot there slowly while my senses fade away into nothingness.

Eyes — the quietest form of speech,
Their depths go deeper than words can reach,
A gaze that lingers from afar,
A quiet flame, a fading star.

A silent nexus filled the air,
Where banter bloomed through every stare.
Soft lips quiver to confess,
The hesitation to avow a mess.

Two distant roads intersect,
Where we meet, but never reflect.
One waiting to be loved,
The other unaware, he's beloved.

Etched deep in my heart was a wound I hid,
Her presence, just embers, but burning in the sky.
Everything near her felt safe, warm, like a happy kid,
But I never knew she'd someday whisper goodbye.

Tainted memories stuck on replay,
A familiar tranquil of her voice calling,
She's out there, somewhere, at her favourite bay,
But the day she never came left me falling.

I held my heart together for her,
Still breathing, with no reason left to live,
My vision slowly started to blur,
Grieve took me in as I wore her treasured sleeve.

Nature, oh how beautiful you are,
No one understands your pain,
The cruel world takes from you,
Humans aren't worth what you are,
The withered trees calling for help,
The bright colours shining in pride,
The sun rays ever so orange and red,
The strong emotion of waves pulling,
The brown and gooey mud to play in,
The smell of rain cold and fresh,
And those sharp thunderstorms,
Heavy hails falling down like ***** of snow,
And soft petals of flowers in the meadows,
Green leaves of darker and lighter shades,
The trees tell stories as they age,
The animals out in the wild,
Crickets chirping at night,
And the owls howling away,
The dusk and dawn to live for,
The speck and spark of stars in the sky,
The clouds all grey and scattered,
The pleasant moon to look at,
Heavy and soft winds on my skin,
I feel every inch of you,
You're exciting and enchanted,
And your beauty is ethereal.
Every Season, graceful in it's own,
From the Earth to the sky,
Your wonders never end,
You're magical in every way,
You're breathtaking,
Your diaphanous harmony,
Never fails to soothe my ears,
An eternal bliss of truth,
Nature, You are an exquisite lullaby.

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