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I wonder what you see
when you look at me.
Do you see the real me
                  or
the me you want me to be?
What will I leave
when I leave
a bunch of words
for someone to read?

What will I leave
when I leave
memories of a life less lived?

What will I leave
when I leave
dreams that remained unfulfilled?

Whatever I leave behind
will stay behind.
Not be my companion
in that other world.
Loneliness - a lonely word.
Waiting - a dreaded word.
Death - an unavoidable word.
Hatred - a hateful word.
Love - a sacred word.
Friendship - a trusted word.
Kindness - a kind word.

Smile - now, that is a beautiful word .



Don't you think?
Everywhere
there's talent
indeed great talent
of very form
but sadly
so little
comes into
their true essence
for some reason
strangely unknown
to the person

just like
the fairest flower
being  unseen
with its petals
all blown
and strewn
by the wind
and drop silently
upon
some lonely
corner
to be
swept away
into a hidden '
drain-
ah, all such beauty
drowned
and has ended
all in vain!

Such loss
such grievous pain!
A lonely heart,
in a lonely world,
is always in search of
an oasis of love.
I was once curiously asked:
"Why write poetry?
Does it pay the bills?"

I replied with a smile:
"It does far more than that -
it heals."
go away bad mood
you've ruined the song
I was enjoying that better mood
until you came along
out of the blue
uninvited
to make me blue
the wrong shade of blue
what have I ever done to you?
go away bad mood.
You put on your glassy mask
So I'll only see
The version of yourself
You contrived for me.

You slip on your suffocating shoes
So you can walk on
Like you're not gasping for air,
And nothing is wrong.

You tie up your hair tightly
So you can pretend
You're that pretty little girl again
With those once loyal friends.

You slide up your dejected glasses
So I can't see your bleeding scars
Hiding behind the facade—
I don't know who you really are.
I appreciate comments and feedback! :)
On misty moons, I wander free,
Escaping life's cacophony,
The world's too loud—a fading sound,
As nature's peace enfolds me round.

All alone, my spirit grows strong,
Visions of a hidden world beyond;
Shadows of the past still linger near,
And now, my soul will find me here.

For in this land, I'm never alone,
Nature's heartbeat echoes my own.
Let me dwell here, where wisdom flows,
With a world of wonder that grows and grows.
This is a Romantic poem inspired by the poet William Wordsworth. I appreciate comments and feedback. :)
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