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 Apr 10 Lance Remir
Erenn
Men
 Apr 10 Lance Remir
Erenn
Men
We as men must never cry
Through storms of mourns
We silenced the child within
We mold our glass hearts thicker
To barricade what we feel inside

We as men must never cry
We grit our teeth we swallow the wit
Throb to surpass whatever that comes
To ignite the spark that dimmed the night

We as men must never cry
Despite the nest we found
Hope of walls of wars that we must break
To pierce through and prevail the truth

We as men must never cry
To succour the seeds of tomorrow
Let yesterday's pain be tainted
A reminder that we're still breathing

We as men must never cry
But when we do—
We can no longer hide behind curtain's facade
Let it be the rain that stains our hands,
Adolescence of innocence strayed of conscience,
As we dig through years of silence,
Wishing someone told us sooner

That real men are allowed to cry.


Erennwrites
 Apr 9 Lance Remir
jules
In the bruise of neon twilight,
do you hear the murmurs of fallen titans?
Our weary hands hold forgotten keys
to rusted kingdoms of hope and decay.

We reforge legends in alleyway sermons,
where ancient echoes meet the hiss of rain -
fables of sunken gods and exiled warriors,
whispered between shattered, heartfelt beats.

Have you tasted the bitter lips of revolt,
the raw nectar of midnight confessions?
In these rain-soaked streets, truth is a bruised bloom,
unfurling amid broken glass and smudged lore.

Fathers rasp secrets from battered concrete,
while mothers dissolve in industrial shadows

our pulse, a ragged hymn echoing
through streets carved by forgotten revelries.

We huddle beneath a fractured moon,
where graffiti speaks the language of rebellion,
and every scar in the city is a stanza
in our relentless, aching poem of survival.

Grant us a stolen hour
to celebrate wild, desperate art
to clutch the tender flames of our revolt,
even as we wade through urban ashes
in defiant, hopeless grace.
 Apr 9 Lance Remir
Erenn
Under the hush of midnight’s breath,
she walks—umbrella in hand,
not for the rain,
but to hold back the weight
of a thousand watching stars.

Constellations whisper
stories of love stitched in light,
but none are hers.
They shimmer like promises
just out of reach,
their glow a quiet ache.

Her heart, a silent ember,
burns beneath the ribs’ cage—
never flickering,
never fading,
only waiting.

She is flame wrapped in longing,
guarded not by stars,
nor shelter of hands—
but by solace,
the only canopy
that keeps her whole.

And still, she burns—
not wildly,
but patiently,
for the one soul
who'll one day walk
through galaxies
just to meet her


Erennwrites
they say home is where the heart is
then my heart must be a nomad

my heart is with my mom's ****** jokes
with my dad's infectious laughter
with my mom's kindness
with my dad's dumb humor
with my cats and their spunky attitude
with the sunsets setting the sky ablaze
with every word I write
pouring out of my soul

they say home is where the heart is
then my heart must be a nomad
because I find something to love in everything
What's worse than a *****?
A girl who wants friends and nothing more.

What's worse than a rake?
A guy who craves love but no bed to shake.

What's worse than fleeting romance?
A bond with no pull, yet endless expanse.

What's worse than shallow lust?
A touch freely given, yet no spark to combust.
"𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒" 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠,
𝑅𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑.
"𝑏𝑢𝑡" 𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑠,
𝐼𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑.
"𝑦𝑒𝑡" 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠,
𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.
"𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛" 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠,
𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛.

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮,
𝘌𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺.
𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦,
𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.
There’s no mural I could paint  
No poem to compose
Not a sinner nor a saint
Who could ever truly show

The depths of my devotion
The desires of my heart
The extent of my emotion  
How my love for you is art

For love and art are tethered
Birthed from pain and hope  
Both beautiful, worn and weathered
A brilliant kaleidoscope
Hey, you...

I think you're beautiful

Such a lovely girl

Your poems make

Me laugh and cry

Smile and think

Graceful as a

Skater on the rink

I love your mind

The words you use

The imagery is

Lovely

It's

True

- Hex
To all the girls I've followed on here
If I loved you anymore,
my heart would swell
and turn into a circle.

And judging by the way
you make me feel,
it's only a matter of time,
and I really don't mind.
Can't take full credit for this one, but I just couldn't resist sharing.
My heart is a circle, because of a special someone.
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