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712 · Sep 2019
My Emotions
Richard Graydon Sep 2019
My emotions are like a waterfall
I always drop from a high to a low
But when I look at it. I see beauty
My emotions are beautiful

My emotions are beautiful
They are an art, a skill to learn
But when I see them, I see complexity
My emotions are complex

My emotions are complex
They are a closed system, self-hurting
I’ve close the door to my mind
My emotions are isolated.

My emotions are beautiful
My emotions are complex
My emotions are isolated
My emotions scare me.
I tried to describe my emotions and I still don’t understand them.
679 · Apr 2019
Raindrops
Richard Graydon Apr 2019
Life is beautiful, yet the rain  cries
A man fled and hid under those skies

Running from what he had done wrong
Escaping while the night were long

Shelter appeared under a tree
While time forced life to come and be

Expectations slowed while my blood flowed
Rain poured while the raven  crowed

But it didn’t stop while I was under
The safety of your umbrella
I take a lot of my inspiration from other artist in different medias and this came from a video produced by Jack Stauber on instagram.
606 · Jul 2021
You
Richard Graydon Jul 2021
You
You’re grace, you’re beauty,
A feat only a few achieve.
What do you see in me, me?
This was written as a birthday gift to a friend, and is my attempt at a haiku. Unfortunately I failed, with it having a 5,7,6 syllable pattern and not a 5,7,5 pattern. Hopefully they won’t realise.

After a while, on the 6th of February 2022 I figured out a way to make this a “proper” haiku and fit the 7,5,7 pattern
586 · Nov 2021
Free Will
Richard Graydon Nov 2021
In a Life of free will,
I chose to give myself away.
Not for wealth or influence, but
to learn everything I can,
Of you.
Procrastination poems
449 · Mar 2022
Jouska
Richard Graydon Mar 2022
I stand triumphant, my words
echo here across the world of ours.
The woes that once plagued me, all
fall into towers of salt and sand.
A voice beckons to me, birds
come here across to see the truth.
One once great empire of words, fall
Into the ruins of what never was.
Jousts is not a common word, but refers to a hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
354 · Nov 2021
Deserve
Richard Graydon Nov 2021
I’m sorry, I know
you deserve, a better friend.
But as the day, always end
and time waits, never.
There was, not a whether,
But a when, I would fail you.
This was made because I felt like it. Sorta about me, sorta about how I fail everyone I care about. Pseudo-deep stuff.
327 · Oct 2022
The Brilliant Sea
Richard Graydon Oct 2022
A brilliant blue sea,
Sits idly, happy as can be.
It’s crystal view,
Sparkles as if brand new,
The cool calm water,
Hides a truth you knew.

The murky green ocean,
Resting a malicious devotion.
A shrouded blanket,
Covering it’s true intent,
For storms are brewing,
Which you couldn’t predict.

The grey clouds mirror the grey sea.
Their sadness shared as one,
Their hatred crashes together.
The land below bends to it’s will,
A painful joy of endless thrill.

Black waves crash upon the sea wall,
The oceans wrath revealed to all.
A dark bile brewed in ocean deep,
It’s hidden price, one too steep.
The coast now wrapped tight,
Trapped under the water’s blight.
The last two stanza were written as separate poems about the sea, however combined into one with the original view of the ocean.
301 · Sep 2022
The Brilliant Blue
Richard Graydon Sep 2022
A brilliant blue sea,
Sits idly, happy as can be.
It’s crystal view,
Sparkles as if brand new,
The cool calm water,
Hides a truth you knew.

The murky green ocean,
Resting a malicious devotion.
A shrouded blanket,
Covering it’s true intent,
For storms are brewing,
Which you couldn’t predict.
I moved back from one coastline to another, and decided to go see the sea. It really does change when you get up close.
301 · Sep 2021
Sun
Richard Graydon Sep 2021
Sun
Deep blue burns the sky,
a gentle gust of known nothings
The sun sat; denying to fly.
Today was its lazy day.
“Oh dear sun, why won’t you try,
the air longs for your warmth”

A tired sun looks down
chuckles a little,
And rolls over.
This started as a poem about the colour blue.
300 · Apr 2019
“Peace”
Richard Graydon Apr 2019
His life was sweet, ignorance was bliss
The fruit of his soul ignored, and rotten
He has let you in, blinded by a kiss
You were malicious, but we saw change
You attacked anyone who came close, calling it defence
Such as a ******, and he was your range.
Together you seemed happy
But apart was euphoria
With you he was snappy, but now there peace
You can move away now. I am free.
All you knew was friendship
and  scorched earth
I had put off writing this as I honestly did not have an idea on what to write. I had taken a little bit of inspiration from quotes, one of which I used directly in the poem.
295 · Apr 2019
Hesitate
Richard Graydon Apr 2019
Why did you do it, just stop right there
To leave me standing in the cold.
I was scrapped for parts, left all bare
Spending countless nights all alone
Waiting for a sign to free me from that mare
And I try not to fight, but I’ve lost the light
I’ve fallen before, but not like this,
I’ve held my own and built back up
But something is different
It’s some how changed
The pain I once felt has left and drained
Time turns left and the sky turns blue
Dust to dust, an eye for an eye.
I slowly realise. I’d **** for you
I wrote this poem one night when I was alone. I am not bright when it comes to English but poetry is about what comes from the heart, and anyone can talk about that.
Richard Graydon Jul 2019
With the sun radiating down upon us,
And the waves of learning penetrating our ears,
The teacher asked the knowledge defiant,
a simple question.

And with the quarks on their face
and with the oxygen  in their lungs
and with the water on their  tongues
and with the neurones in their brain.
They turn up blank.

A small chuckle enters this closed system,
The omniscient teacher had triumphed,
And his students sat in a void,
With one hand elevated, with more energy,

The teacher turns back
and with the plan in his mind
and the idea in his plan
and the thought in his idea
and the emotion behind his thought

A large grin appearing in the room
The student had displaced the power
He pushed the teacher into a precipitate slump
And responded to the impossible question.

What was the answer?
What was the work behind it?
How did they come to that?
We will never know,  

Physics is pretty boring
I wrote this in two parts to get two different feelings into this but I don’t think it translated well.
281 · Jun 2019
Truth
Richard Graydon Jun 2019
Let the past die with faded memories
Let the future hide behind wishful dreams
And let the present haunt us with our lies
I have a bad habit of thinking of poems at two in the morning. I need new inspiration
234 · Dec 2019
My Plan
Richard Graydon Dec 2019
This pain in my chest, It won’t let me rest.
These thoughts in my head, I’d rather be dead.
My blood in my veins, it just leaves me stains.
Why won’t it admit, I just want to quit.
Just let it die, I don’t want to cry
But this knife in my hand, and what’s no longer my plan
No longer harms me, it only calms me.
It’s my Plan. I didn’t choose what I did but it’s my plan. I didn’t want this but i must live with it. I didn’t think of this but it’s consequences must dance on my mind. Until I find peace, it’s my plan.
227 · Sep 2019
Maybe
Richard Graydon Sep 2019
Maybe I don’t feel too good
Because when I look at myself
I only see the darkness
So why are other people blinding?

Maybe I don’t feel to well
Because when I question myself
I only find the worst answers
So why does everyone else has a cheat sheet?

Maybe I don’t know anymore
Because I have a knot in my stomach
And it never goes away
So why does everyone feel so good?

Maybe I don’t feel happiness
Because I lost all feeling long ago
And only try to feel pain
So why do you have love?

Maybe I want to die
Because I feel like that I’m not good enough
But that’s just a lie
I just want to leave everyone else.
I think the reason I don’t improve massively is because I write everything first time. Nothing has any planning because emotions only come once.
207 · Jun 2019
Trouble
Richard Graydon Jun 2019
In time,
I’d learn
Not to love you.
It’s been proven that thinking at night is not healthy. But poetry is, so it balances out.
198 · May 2022
Day’s End
Richard Graydon May 2022
I want the sun to set,
The end of the day, the cold grip met.
Not for the moonlight,
But the sun heat, I’m too weak.
I want the warmth, of a cold night.
I watched the sun rise and set at the beach, a truly unique experience.
194 · Jun 2022
Coloured Cliffs
Richard Graydon Jun 2022
I stand above on this cliff,
Before me, a legion of colour.
As they march continuously, endlessly.

I demand them to stop, to become stiff,
Their colours, to fade in my land of grey.
For I can’t rest till they’re all grey.

My cries fall on Death’s ears.
Their power impossible to the light.
And the colours continue forward.
I saw a red door and wanted it painted black.
182 · Sep 2021
Lost
Richard Graydon Sep 2021
Renewed view, renewed thrill.
Warm waters, rushed downhill.
A new life, no old me,
Frameless soul, cold and exposed.
Does someone know;
Where to go?
If someone cares, can they check if I already called a poem lost?
166 · Jul 2021
Forced.
Richard Graydon Jul 2021
This is forced, my notes- Blank.
My plans- Numb. I drive my Will.
It weeps words, the pen I shank.
The ink I spill,
A heightened thrill.
i write short poems now simply because i can’t think any further. this one has some attempted symbolism, with the pen and book mentioned somehow being me? i don’t know, i felt like i needed to write a poem so i did. i
161 · Jul 2021
Crash
Richard Graydon Jul 2021
Your hate is strong,
Lie littered little girl.
With you, turns good wrong,
I grow stronger alone.
This is supposed to be a counter to my poem Crush. It’s an awaken and realisation that “false love” and crushes only distort what’s true. This is supposed to be the “truth”.
143 · Mar 2021
Thoughts
Richard Graydon Mar 2021
The moment any thought
Is value and sought
After is when pride
Reveals a different side
A part of you
That shouldn’t be true
Greed takes the charge
And we feel large
Moves along the trend
And leads to our End
Ehh this is so so. Almost like how I’m feeling
138 · Feb 2022
Modern Love
Richard Graydon Feb 2022
Double suicide, a modern love tale,
The ultimate act for another,
For when “love” surpasses our frail
mortal bodies, and we promise forevermore,
To dance in the void together.
After a small break, set 4 begins.
138 · Feb 2021
This
Richard Graydon Feb 2021
A foreign flutter, their distant mutter.
They speak of you, what to do,
My mind dances, I blow my chances.
She slips out of view, my view
So I stared to talk to this new girl and so far I really like her, I just feel like I’m being obsessive and annoying, even when she says I’m not. Ugh it’s hard.
136 · Feb 2023
To Hold a Star
Richard Graydon Feb 2023
All I ever wanted, was to hold it.
It’s burning embrace I accept
ripping my body apart,
My mind hold strong
This is what I want.

It’s heat grows strong, my arms tire.
Must I abandon my dream
leave what I know to be true, a
husk of what I am, could be.
For now hold up my facade.

My face in shadow
I must accept what is true.
What I was is no more
my body torn, my skin burned.
Wax tears drip on my darkened
marble floor.
God I wish I could’ve held her just one more time.
135 · Mar 2021
Sun Rises
Richard Graydon Mar 2021
The sun will always rise,
even when clouds cover the skies.
Rain never drowns hope for long,
joy, peace, love, all thrive in song.
So never forget what you’re worth
because you belong here, with me on Earth
This is pretty bad now I read it out loud buuuuuuut I felt like writing it for a classmate. Now I don’t feel like giving it to them because it’s poor. Oh well.
134 · Jun 2019
Mind
Richard Graydon Jun 2019
Let not your mind dwell on
such thoughts,
For they dance with morals
And toy with your brain.

Let not such evil images sit
on your soul,
For innocence is a virtue
and you are young.

Let not words harm you
they carry no weight
but can change the row
of a nation.

Let not your fear hide you:
for pain can aid you,
the tale will guide you,
and experience shall tell you
Who to trust, and who to love.
This is a collection of words I’d used to say to myself when I needed to remember what was important. I honestly don’t know if there from something else or I made them up myself however, they are just words. And words are free to all
130 · Apr 2019
Time.
Richard Graydon Apr 2019
I travelled this nation of ours
From North to South, East to West
Waiting for you to waste my hours
I spent it laughing, no need for rest
With a stomach full of drink and heart with love
A mind plagued without lies, a soul with peace
Never standing alone, strangers joined the link
Sun in our eyes, the rain starts to cry
Our sorrows pushed down
Forgetting our truth
And followed
The obvious
And walked apart
And faded away
One looked back
The other
Did not.
To be honest I didn’t know where this one was going. I took inspiration from a gentled voice singer called Kevin Costner on YouTube.  I would recommend anyone reading this to try out some of his songs; even if you don’t like them you can help him stay out of homelessness. Thank you
130 · Apr 2021
Fight
Richard Graydon Apr 2021
The clock flows slow,
My heart stops beating,
This new low.
Shhhh, you’re interrupting the weeping.
Your time is fleeting,
Your mind is screaming,
You won’t, you can’t!
Don’t look. Don’t feel.
Whatever you do stop the heal.
Don’t kneel, fight. Fight, Fight.
Lol this was written because I was bored at chemistry.
128 · Jan 2021
Hope
Richard Graydon Jan 2021
My thoughts of you, they torment me.
It’s true.
I dance with their lies, wither in ignorance.
Happiness cries.
This pain I do, I won’t stop,
Not for you.
This is like a Crush 2, and I hope you can see the same criticism I made of my crush to this girl that I made in my first one, they’re just more obvious in this one.
127 · Nov 2020
Crush.
Richard Graydon Nov 2020
You are kind without reason,
Picture perfect person.
With you, is like a spring season.
I slowly worsen.
Idk. This was written about my current crush at like 2am. It shows probably the only real reason i like her, my delusion of her and how I can’t see past my frame of mind, and how my rather awkward and probably short lived “obsession” effects me. I rather like it.
Richard Graydon Sep 2019
I walk into my room
Head down, feeling lost
I can’t explain it,
I’m alone in a crowd

I look at the mirror
Eyes lock, searching deep
I can’t explain it,
I find nothing there

I look at my glass
Head up, wobbling arms
I can’t explain it,
I’m lost to the colours

I cry into my pillow
Eyes closed, screaming silent
I can’t explain it,
It’s my last friend

I look at my wrist
Thoughts racing,heart pacing
It’s all bare
But today is not the day.

I can’t explain it.
All it takes is one line to set off a motion of thought.
125 · Nov 2019
Me
Richard Graydon Nov 2019
Me
I sit down with you,
And analyse what makes everything true.
And search for what makes you me,
Cuz you don’t know it yet
But we come from the same problem tree.

I enter the room with you,
And watch what makes you hollow through and through.
And dig to find what makes us the same,
Cuz you don’t know it yet,
But I don’t want you to remain.

I eat with you,
And wonder how we brew the same brew.
And look for what unites us,
Cuz you don’t know it yet,
But I don’t like how we’re on the same bus.

I sleep with you,
And see that you cry what I spew.
And scream for you to leave me,
Cuz you don’t know it yet,
But I don’t like how I’m not free.
Free from you.
Some one made me realise that to someone who doesn’t feel like this that my poetry doesn’t make too much sense. Maybe that’s why I hide it way, and post it “unanimously”.
124 · Aug 2021
Winter
Richard Graydon Aug 2021
The forest is silent this time of year.
It’s leaves,
shake no more.
The birds,
all left for warmer skies.
Just lonesome giants,
their empty cries.


I wave to the forest,
It waves back.
The style of poetry I have been writing has gotten shorter and shorter to where I can’t think past line 4. So imma try to write longer more descriptive poems. I also tried using spacing to slow this poem down.
122 · Sep 2019
Perception
Richard Graydon Sep 2019
Looking at my mirror.
I take half the of what people see
And I feel alive
For once.

I take my stolen goods to school
I run with it and smile
Why does everyone like me
For once.

I take my bought lie to my friends
I run with it and laugh
Why do my friends find me funny
For once.

I take my scars home
I run with it and talk
Why do my parents finally love me
For once.

Why don’t I feel alive
Why don’t I smile
Why don’t I laugh
Why don’t I talk
Why is my perception wrong.
Why do others know me better than I do?
I wrote this surrounded by friends and none of them noticed it. I need new friends.
121 · Jan 2021
Time’s Arrow
Richard Graydon Jan 2021
Time’s arrow slowly marches on,
Never stopping, nor turning for no one.
As Yesterday’s regrets cry dry Tears,
Tomorrow’s woes slowly appears.
The clock continues to Tick,
And the candle runs out of Wick
I haven’t had the mood to write so I kinda forced this one, and I think it’s obvious.
114 · Nov 2019
Of course
Richard Graydon Nov 2019
Of course I go home with a smile
Why do you ask that?
Is it because I’ve grown tired of lying,
Or because my smile has shrunk,
I don’t know why you would say that.
I am fine.

Of course I laugh when you tell a joke
Why do you ask that?
Is it because I’ve grown tired of trying,
Or because my laugh is quieter,
I don’t understand your question .
I am fine.

Of course I have over friends,
Why do you ask that?
Is it because I’m almost crying,
Or because I feel better alone,
I don’t see your point.
I’m fine

Of course I spend time outside,
Why would you ask that?
Is it because I act like the world is dying,
Or because I say no to all your invites,
I can’t see where you stand.
I’m fine.

Of course I don’t cut myself
Why would you ask that?
Is it because I only wear hoodies,
Or refuse to take my jacket off,
I don’t understand you.
Im fine
I’ve spent some time away just writing. Here’s what I consider the best of what I wrote.
108 · Nov 2022
I am Fine
Richard Graydon Nov 2022
I am fine, what does that mean?
Do you think twice about me?
Does your heart flutter to my voice?
Do you get lost in my eyes?
Does your mind trip at my sight?
Do you question what I say?
Do my actions scare you?
No?
That’s what I’m fine means.
Can I even be sure my girlfriend likes me?
108 · Oct 2022
Forgive me
Richard Graydon Oct 2022
How do I apologise to you?
What should, could I do.
When did you last shed a tear?
Darling, honey, sweet dear
Do not pout,
The sun is setting if you look out.
108 · Sep 2019
Lie
Richard Graydon Sep 2019
Lie
I feel like I’m held back in my life
I just woke up late, I missed the alarm
And now everyone is living it
While I’m left dust of my achievements.

I feel like my dreams aren’t mine
I just leech of others
And when they remove me from them
I complain that I’m excluded

I feel like my thoughts aren’t true
That my mind keeps lying to me
But I grab them like they’re going out of stock
Even though I know they aren’t true.

I feel like my heart doesn’t beat
It stopped long ago
I’m only held up on a promise
A promise of better

But that’s just another lie.
I like it.
Is it wrong to take inspiration from people?
106 · Jan 2022
Tar
Richard Graydon Jan 2022
Tar
Caged walls drip Tar.
My familiar prison cell,
Hopeless Escapism,
Futile Resistance,
Pathetic Optimism.
Fall, deep, deeper.
Into the place I called home.
102 · Sep 2019
I wish.
Richard Graydon Sep 2019
The days grew long,
I wish I had the truth
Instead of going along
And  buying all of your lies

The nights grew short,
I wish I had my friends
Instead of choosing you
And leaving un-cut ends

My eyes grew dry,
I wish I had someone else
Instead I followed you
And closed my door to others

The cuts grew deep,
I wish I could stop
Instead this my only path
And I will walk it alone.
I wrote this one alone. And this is the first one that I wrote when I felt abandoned.
100 · Dec 2020
That awkward Moment
Richard Graydon Dec 2020
I have so much to say,
But when I look your way,
My thoughts put on a play,
And I die a little today.
Obviously continuing on from my last poem Crush, I’ve realised that my attraction hasn’t went away I’m just able to ignore it better. This one is about that relatable scenario when you go to talk with your crush and the words just disappear from your mind.
98 · Dec 2019
Can’t
Richard Graydon Dec 2019
Can’t crack a smile, when I’m still in denial
This pain I feel, it’s only real
When I hold a knife, and think of my life
But that’s some lie, so I can sit and cry.

Can’t think straight, when I’m still late
I’m just mad at me, it’s driving my insanity
Why am I like this, my life is pure bliss
That’s my dream, teared at it’s ream

Can’t sleep at night, when I can’t see right
Just face it you lost kid, stop tightening the lid
See the fault with diplomacy is
The more you lie about happiness,
The worse it gets, that’s just your sloppiness.

You’re not alone, you just don’t feel at home
Where you sleep, and where you weep
They aren’t the same, you can’t place blame
This is your problem.
So I must take it alone then.
I can overthink, overnight, overreacting, over-complicating the easy
98 · Mar 2020
Safe
Richard Graydon Mar 2020
I never feel emotionless, there’s always bare emotion even if I have to dig to get it
It’s always there
Just out of my reach, just a bit.
But it’s there
Safe, my cage around it.
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95 · Sep 2020
Ode to Dacia
Richard Graydon Sep 2020
The sun rises on our lush land,
Where friends work, hand to hand.
Where family live, a pleasant place.
Where people learn, a Student race.

Our people, happy as can be,
No quarrels, help is always free.
Never scared, our light never fades.
Forever rich, with brothers we trade.

When the bell of war, chimes it song.
We turn from the light, fight the wrong.
But fear not my brothers, remember who you are,
Dacian, through and through, spre victorie
93 · Dec 2021
Ease
Richard Graydon Dec 2021
i hate how easy it is,
to turn around and go.
it gives me grief,
just to know,
that all I need,
is some rope,
to abandon hope,
and the setting sun won’t rise anymore
I went to my parents place for Christmas and I hate it here
91 · Sep 2021
Rage
Richard Graydon Sep 2021
Red roads rip ruthlessly
running rich regal peace.
Rapid reduction of thought,
Relentless loss of identity.
Frustration blinds the path
Relentless sun.
Runs red. Rage
The theme was red, can you tell?
91 · Oct 2022
In Darkness
Richard Graydon Oct 2022
Order had returned, the bright tyranny faded
into dark freedom, the day had ended.
No more shall the heat force sweat,
Nor shall the light demand blindness.
The cool breeze whispered pleasantries,
Welcome back my love, I hope all is well.
For my hollow arms grew cold without you,
And my holy wails grew emptier, no more
no longer. We are united again, in darkness.
89 · Jun 2020
Allow
Richard Graydon Jun 2020
Detached like, Burning nights.
no lights, without hope.
missing scope, not alike.
Separate Dreams, Laughing peers.
dry tears, exposed lies.
useless tries, my extremes.
Apart now, Nothing here.
all fear, Brighter times.
hidden crimes, I allow
Wow. I actually sat down and prototyped a poem instead of just writing it in a fit of emotional rage. Ehh. It doesn’t have a name so if anyone can think of a good  one, and allows me to use it, I’ll happily accept it. Enjoy
: )
Edit: okay after some long contemplation, I’ve decided to call it Allow. It was suggested by one of my friends and I believe it has a sweet punch to it.
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