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Kalliope Sep 15
If I’m a walking lesson,
well, you never learned to read.
We waste away the hours,
you just take and take to feed.

You claim that I am guarded,
all traps and tricks to test,
but you charge ahead so reckless,
never slowing, never rest.

You bleed against my defenses-
spikes, blades, and trap doors.
Yet instead of asking questions,
you argue who hurts more.

If I’m your greatest lesson,
the one you won’t discern,
is it that you fear to stay here,
or to leave and ache, and yearn?
I've adjusted the lesson plan,
more times than I'd like to admit,
refusal to accept your defiance,
you're a hard habit to kick.
  Sep 10 Kalliope
Adam Tørch
There was a clear sky
but then you arrived
a thunderstorm
that rained over me.

I'm all soaked
it's like a summer rain
that you can't help
but fall with.
Kalliope Sep 8
A machine cannot fix itself.
It needs a mechanic,
a tech,
an expert-
an intellectual with the drive to learn,
an idiot with overconfidence and
a streak of luck.

To be rewired.
To be rearranged.
To be powered off.
To be plugged in.
To be refilled.
To be cleaned.
To be fixed.

A machine must be maintained
by someone else.

I am not a machine.

So why do I expect others
to heal me?
And if I were a machine,
where the **** did I place my manual?
Kalliope Sep 3
One day
Some day
Probably soon
I'll be nothing
Dust on the moon

Never could be solid
Never could be whole
Never found a way
To fit into the mold

Bleeding through the pages
Crossing all the lines
Aching in my soul
Pretending I'm just fine

This ache is such a feeling
A hard one to forget
I've never been without it
Yet I never do regret

Some souls can do wonders
And others are so wise
Some of us are filler
Background till our bland demise

Not quite meant for great things
Just put out here to live
I wanted to be special
My expectations I must forgive

I can't live up to her
Never will live up to him
Living up to myself?
A barren truth discovered on a whim

So hush now, do be quiet
It's so loud in my mind
I'm so sick of noise
Leaving thoughts of grandeur behind

Staring at a wall
No time to even blink
Living a life mentally
Reality making me sink

Such a twisted sickness
Being great in your head
Wasting all your hours
Decaying in your bed

Feet that once danced so
Unashamed through city lights
Lips made for conversations
Slowly stitched shut for the last time

A heart made for adventure
A soul yearning for great love
Bones that take you nowhere
And fears of all the above

Whispering so loudly
Yet speaking so **** low
"She never did make sense,
Never knew quite where to go"

A recipe for disaster
Chaos by her hand made
Falling slowly then faster
Replacing parachutes with grenades

"You made your bed now sleep in it"
Is what they like to say
But I never made my bed
Yet here I am destined to lay

So tomorrow I will fix it
A new lovely day for change
A promise never kept though
Being true to myself is strange

You'd think it would be freeing
To live right here, right now
But possibilities are endless
I'm overwhelmed- I must lie down

But now please don’t do that
My nervous system shouts at me
You'll never overcome fear
Hiding from the world in sheets
The push and pull of anxious mind
Kalliope Sep 3
You never sleep
Always awake
Solving the problems
Grasping to stay
You punch the numbers
You whisper the rhymes
You write it all down
A couple million times
The hardest equation
That you've ever seen
You're wracking your brain
Spiraling it seems
The great mathematician
At work in the flesh
A logical man
Working towards no rest
He's almost got it
The answers right there
Your heart such a puzzle
To him- almost unfair
But love isn't a problem to be solved, is it?
Kalliope Sep 3
There's comfort in sinking
It can feel like a hug
Then it's suffocating,
just a little too snug

It starts in my shoulders
then down to my waist
I only wish I'd sink slower,
not with such haste

Breathless is easy
For next will be death
But fresh air on a new day?
New trials to be faced yet

But that's just existence
You live till you die
No one really warned me
just how much living
makes
you
cry
But reaching the bottom means the next move is up
Kalliope Aug 20
I climb mountains
Camping along the way
Taking my time
Planning the play

Sometimes its hours
Maybe even weeks
Stuck in one spot
Cloud gazing from sheets

Taking these breaks
Barely even deserved
Numb in many ways
Unable to find words

Then realization hits
And its the part that kills
I've been stalling all this time
Just to walk over hills
I overpack for everything
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