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Xant Sep 2019
I'm lost
Lost in a merely daunting hallway
I've walked what felt like miles,
I'm worn
Something's been pulling my legs,
my arms,
and my head
closer to the walls
trying to swallow me whole
all night long

Only light there is
is a yellow light
born out of a twilight;
dim and soft
soft as a kiss
But as I got deeper into the hall,
twas the time my eyes could see
everything that lies in the dark;
the creaky wooden floor,
the creeping spiders,
and,

A door

A lady walks out of it
She cries,
she walks fast
She also sheds a tear
with her white wool sweater
that's been red from blood

I peek inside
And what I see,
Is a grey figure lying on the floor
his neck ******
his mouth open
he was the lover
of the weeping lady
and he's been ****** to death

So I run away,
further into the dark
for methinks I could be next,
I think no more,
I run nowhere,
I bump into another door

I slam it open

and you're awoken
from your dead-like sleep
You scoot and spare me a space
in your casket
just for me to hide in
Then you cover my trembling frame
with a warm white wool blanket

And with the yellow moon shining behind you,
I can barely see your face but-
I see gorgeousness,
That in a second,
I've forgotten where I am
I smile and say
"Thank you for the blanket,
It's warm"
It's a trap ! The weeping lady is a vampire and so is the man in the casket. But too late, soon the white wool blanket will turn red. This poem is based on a dream I had.
Xant Sep 2019
The whole universe paused
Oh Jeune Homme,
What have you done?

Your eyes reflected a picture
of how Proxima Centauri held its feeling no longer;
It exploded!
Into trillion heaps of wonders
it shattered
And it seemed like the sky is falling
That even the earth stood still wondering
But why did you not flinch at all?

Though on your chest I felt the great vibration
Of Mount Vesuvius fulminating once again;
Getting rid of all its innards and pain
As if trying to turn us into ashes
And for that my heart beat races

But you were smiling instead-
looking at me in the eyes and said
"Not a single mountain had erupted,
and not a single star had exploded.
Jeune fille, you're just in love."

-8/4/19-
I immediately grabbed my pen to write down my feelings right after I heard the words "I love you" for the first time. Daunting, but it was very lovely. I guess being scared to death is a part of falling in love, right?
Xant Apr 2019
You look dreadfully charming today
But Oh,
haven't you see me already?


Maybe I'm still too far from your gaze
But I am already attached to your flair
For I can see you crystal clear


Still can't see me?
Do you remember me?
Or do you not know me at all?
I'll just wait another day and maybe
Just maybe, you'll see me


My, oh my
I can't help but to put a long face
My presence is more of a fate


I'm your lifelong companion
I've been here since you were born
I'm always here when you're alone
I've always been here
Yet you never notice


I'll just wait another day and maybe
Just maybe, you'll see me


You still can't see me?
Strange, for I don't even hide in the dark
Everywhere I lurk I make the dogs bark
But still I am forsaken
Yet so inevitable,
I am inevitable indeed


And unseen
Untouchable
Only until it is time
For us to meet


I thrive from the frights of the souls when they see me roll
Like they never know I exist
Like I'm a beast

But today, my friend, it is time
For you and I

-from Death,
Your Lifelong Companion
Y'all been sleeping on mr. Death. He been following us everywhere yet y'all never notice him :(
Xant Apr 2019
You think the sun is only yours to have?

You think it rises up  and set down just for you?

You think the flare is all for you?

You think you own it?

Ha.
Selfish Fool
How I feel when someone doesn't wanna share their food
Xant Feb 2018
He's up there
The lonesome astronaut,
with a will to fly,
and a skill of flight

He and a star
that have just collided
both dies gracefully
Like a flower withering in spring
But the star still haughty
And so full of itself it explodes
Into a supernova

He and the star
that emits the brightest light
And obscures the eyes
of whoever that sees
As he dies ever so faithfully

And the flaring light?
Blinds thousands as it emerged
in the darkest seven p.m.
But we were wildly astonished
by the lonesome astronaut
who was a dashing astronaut

-2018-
A poem inspired by a song.

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