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88 · Apr 2020
Delusional Love (18+)
A Poet Apr 2020
Delusional Love (18+)
Delusional Love

One ping is all it took,
Messages started to flow
He fell in love, in a one single day.
Some may say he was crazed.

“let me check”
Replied took longer and longer today
. . .1 minute, 3 minutes, 40 minutes, hours, days. . .
“does he no longer love me”
He went into a rage

“who is he talking to”
Screens flashed photos,
He searched his address,
Parked outside his home
“he loves only me”

“why did he block me”
BANG! Windows crash!
he enters the home
lays on the bed
touches himself
pleasure himself
finally feels his love as he smothers in his clothes

BANG! BANG!
Blood leaves his mouth
His eyes roll back
Darkness creeps
“Now I will always be a part of his life”
He thinks as breath leaves his radiant red lips
For his wish has come true.
#love #delusion #madness
#horror #madness #love
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88 · Oct 2020
Ａｌｏｎｅ
A Poet Oct 2020
Ａｌｏｎｅ
Save me,
   from my world,
      longing for the drugs to "fix me"

Another day of emptiness,
  in the shadow of my own abyss,
       voices. .
              voices. .
                    voices. .

Pacing erratically,
   waiting for a hand,
        to pull me from the sea of my mental anguish.

I want to run,
    save me,
       please,

Silence,
   Alone,
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88 · Nov 2023
Would you have stayed ꨄ
A Poet Nov 2023
Would you have stayed ꨄ
If I smiled more the first night,
If I laughed at your joke on the third birthday party we celebrated,
If I tried harder.
each night is the same,
a different memory, a different critique If . .
What could be different?
Where is the fault?
If I changed that minute detail.

Would you have stayed ꨄ
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87 · Oct 2021
🄿🄰🄸🄽🅃 🄼🄴
A Poet Oct 2021
🄿🄰🄸🄽🅃 🄼🄴
Paint me naked,
A million ways,
    I will never be content,
       With what gazes back .
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86 · Oct 2021
ᗩᒪIᐯE
A Poet Oct 2021
ᗩᒪIᐯE
Heart, beloved, yes; we know each other you and I.
How far we drifted, like light in a turbulent sea.
like the vanished rain, in dry desert heat.
Blood pumps like ardent angry flames,
𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙. 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙. 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙.
vast silence broken by the catastrophe.
Heart; bites and pieces of forgotten matter.
In my endless fall into widowed sadness,
I forgot to love, I forgot to live, I forgot to shine.
Whoever looks at us know,
will see a broken man, with a broken heart.
Heart, hold me, forgive me, beat once more.
I want to feel the warm, sun rays of honey,
    I want to shine bright for me and you,
        I want to be. . . ᗩᒪIᐯE. . .
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86 · Feb 2021
🆃🅸🅼🅴
A Poet Feb 2021
🆃🅸🅼🅴
Give me your hand, give me your love.
Give me your hand, while we dance in purgatory.
An insignificant event, a moment in time.
Maybe five minutes, that is all we will be.

Qualm my steady heart in this dance together,
a simple reminder of each second that passes muffled by heartbeat,
While “our” song plays, “our” insignificant song.
Maybe three minutes long, that is all we are.

You gaze into my eyes, and I peer in your soul.
Our names become lost; they no longer matter.
For our love, song and dance are lost in time,
For that is all we were, two lovers, insignificant, lost to 🆃🅸🅼🅴
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86 · Mar 30
𝐿𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔
A Poet Mar 30
𝐿𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔
The scars on my hands,
remind me of each scratch,
strangers, dates, fear, anxiety, leads to scratch.

The scars on my hands,
remind me of the itching that stopped,
when you held them and said "stop"

Tattoo & regrets,
laughs, throw up, drinks, oh sweet memories.
Of when we we're young and in love.

Weight gains and wrinkles,
anxiety, fear, longing
leads to new scars on each hand.

Arguements and cheating,
tears, anger, violence,
three becomes two, just me and the dog.

Time does not forgive,
happiness is not eternal,
memories replay and replay, what could I have done differently?
Tell me to "stop" please stop this itch, stop these scars from forming.
As I long until we meet again in another life. . .

-𝐿𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔
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86 · Dec 2020
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎
A Poet Dec 2020
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎
Dear Love,

The day of sweet encounter is coming,
  my heart beats in excitement,
     I hear the noise of their tears like rain on midsummer eve,
         and yet sadness does not overtake me,
               I yearn for the love under a desert breeze,
                   a love that blossomed,
                        a love that shattered,
                           death took you from me,
and yet all I can ask is do you still want me?
My love, I am yours,
they cry for me, beg me to stay,
   but I welcome death,
       and his cold embrace
            for until we meet again.


𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎
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86 · Oct 2021
o̶m̶n̶i̶p̶o̶t̶e̶n̶t̶
A Poet Oct 2021
o̶m̶n̶i̶p̶o̶t̶e̶n̶t̶
With my voice I call you,  
  with my heart I want you,
    with my nerves I feel you,
I love you. . .
Engulf me in your absence,
          fill me with your song. . .
You are eternally absent,
Born from perfected vanity,
     born to invoke anguish,
          for this loneliness numbs me,
Loving you this way it hurts,
     as you become o̶m̶n̶i̶p̶o̶t̶e̶n̶t̶ over my emotions,
I pray, I plead, burn it down
  for this love hurts.
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86 · Sep 2021
ꜱᴏʀʀᴏᴡ
A Poet Sep 2021
ꜱᴏʀʀᴏᴡ
Take me to the stars away from my endless state of misery,
Take me away from narcotic induced happiness,
       Hold my hand pull me out of the sea of demons,
              that pulls me back in, take me away.
Pick me up in your beat up old chevy, as we ride the cosmos.
   Tell me its okay, make the voices go away.
      Hold me tight, until the shaking stops.
Take me away, from this endless song of ꜱᴏʀʀᴏᴡ.
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩
┊ ┊ ┊ ✫
┊ ┊ ︎✧
┊ ┊ ✯
┊ . ˚ ˚✩
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86 · Dec 2020
↫↫↫↫↫ ＦㄖяⓖⓘＶє𝐧ᵉŜＳ ↬↬↬↬↬
A Poet Dec 2020
↫↫↫↫↫ ＦㄖяⓖⓘＶє𝐧ᵉŜＳ ↬↬↬↬↬
Every second I wished you dead,
after you touched me,
each stroke
reducing me
. . . human. . .
. . . animal. .  .
. . . worthless . . .

you died,
at the funeral,
  I did not cry,
but I did not want you to rot,
I did not want you to burn,
I did not want to shout from the pew,
I was worthless,
at that time I was five,
but now I am fine,
I guess this feeling
is forgiveness not for you
but for me.


↫↫↫↫↫ ＦㄖяⓖⓘＶє𝐧ᵉŜＳ ↬↬↬↬↬
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86 · Dec 2020
🅵🅻🅾🆆🅴🆁🆂 🅾🅵 🅲🅴🅼🅿🅰🆂🆄🅲🅷🅸🅻
A Poet Dec 2020
🅵🅻🅾🆆🅴🆁🆂 🅾🅵 🅲🅴🅼🅿🅰🆂🆄🅲🅷🅸🅻
Yellow flowers of 𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥,
  we mourn and come upon their pupils,
      under the many colors of papal picado,
        endless rainbow of sweet emotion,
                a distant reminder of what past,
                         what is gone,
                               & what is eternal
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86 · Jan 2022
a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶
A Poet Jan 2022
a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶
Laying next to you at night. .
while he is on my mind. . .
Small chills across my spine,
   pull away from your embrace. . .
    as I kiss him from afar. . .  I wish I was dead. . . to find him again. . .
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86 · Sep 2022
gσσ∂ ℓυ¢к му ℓσνє
A Poet Sep 2022
gσσ∂ ℓυ¢к му ℓσνє
Soft hints of bergamot and cedar stain "our" sheets,
"our" morning alarm goes off,
but the weight of your arm is missing. .
I wake up with such sadness,
knowing that today, like every other day you're gone.
when you will return, I have no clue, seconds become eternity,
my love, you're leaving, you have left, you're gone.
The time has come to say goodbye,
I should be angry, I should be bitter,
I should curse your name,
yet I wish the best for you, good luck my love.
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85 · Dec 2021
𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝔂
A Poet Dec 2021
𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝔂
This bed; 𝓘 lay alone. . .
I d𝓸𝓷'𝓽 want to be alone. . .
    I 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 you; next to me
       Please let 𝓾𝓼 conjoin and become one
          take me 𝓽𝓸 the heavens
             Take me to a happy place 𝓫𝓮 kind. . .  
                𝓪 duo, becomes one. . .
                  I lay alone living amongst this 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝔂. . .
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84 · Nov 2020
ɮʀօӄɛռ ʄօʊռɖǟȶɨօռֆ
A Poet Nov 2020
ɮʀօӄɛռ ʄօʊռɖǟȶɨօռֆ
It takes two pillars
  to build a foundation.
    as one rots and decays,
     the other cracks, bends, creaks and cries.
Then we have one. . .
  longing for support,
     only to find the world avoids the "broken" foundations.

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b̵̪͈̙͚̪̞̗̱̅͒͘r̴̡̝̻̫͙̺̮̟̾͊̅̋̅̄͘̚͜͝ͅọ̴̲̓̈́̃̎̓ǩ̴̫̟͕̲͔̂̽̏͛͜͜͝e̵̋̎̔͠­̮̼͐͜ǹ̶̤̖̲̭̘̿́ ̴̨͖͇͍̦̯̤̐̅͋͘͘͜f̵̜̜͕͔̫̹̫̹̎̾̅͌͊̕͝ͅò̶̲̻̣̑͋͗̃͒̒̍̄ủ̵̮̪͍̼̳͔̗͉́̃̓n̶̦͘͜­̮̦̝̻̱͜d̶̫̲͒͌ā̴̡̛̭̭͘t̴̡̳̪̯̖̣͗̿͛̄̍̌͝ͅi̶̲͑̅ơ̶̮͇̼̹͜n̴̢̢̤̭̜̹̙̹͓̆̔ŝ̵­̢̛̙͙̗͗́̽͗̕̚
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84 · Feb 2021
ᕼIᗰ
A Poet Feb 2021
ᕼIᗰ
His face obscure,
  but not hidden from your embrace,
     sweet unyielding radiant moon,
         I gaze upon your grace with jealousy,
               for I know upon your mirror,
                  he gazes in sweet reverie,
                       and the reflection he longs for,
                                is not me,
                                      but ᕼIᗰ
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83 · Dec 2021
b̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶
A Poet Dec 2021
b̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶
Don't ask me not to care too much,
     you will become my world,
          even when our cosmos collide
     even when sedation and lies of happiness no longer fix the break
   I will still love you, why? Because at one point we were best friends.
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82 · Oct 2021
m̶o̶d̶e̶r̶n̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶
A Poet Oct 2021
m̶o̶d̶e̶r̶n̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶
Did you get home last night?
  " I spent the night at her house"
                  - m̶o̶d̶e̶r̶n̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶
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82 · Oct 2021
ᴄᴏɴꜱɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴛ
A Poet Oct 2021
ᴄᴏɴꜱɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴛ
Change your hair,
  Change your face,
       Change yourself,
           put him first,
Change , Change, Change,
          one thing stays the same. . . it's not you. . .
               it will never be you. . .
                        so consistent.
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82 · Oct 2021
ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ
A Poet Oct 2021
ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ
Love is nostalgic,
it is an invisible voice with gentle sadness,
it does not hurt, but it burns. . .
This ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ consumes,
   every corner of your soul,
       every tear streamed,
           every word uttered,
leaving ardent ash, wanting time to come to an end.
Forever to last longer, as it paints his picture
always burning, always hearing,
the same old tune.
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82 · Oct 2021
h̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶
A Poet Oct 2021
h̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶
Please hold me tonight,
  reignite the unspoken sparks,
     tell me its okay,
         & hold me tight,
            as you love me like our first night,
                  Lets pretend as if we are still love.
So , please h̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ . . .
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82 · Feb 2021
ᑎOT
A Poet Feb 2021
ᑎOT
Longing for you,
  makes me contemplate.
     If this love is self hate.
         hate for a bird that can not sing.
            hate for a bird that wants to spread its wings.
                 hate for an ugly pigeon who dreams of being a dove.
you are everything
      I am ᑎOT
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81 · Sep 2021
D̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶c̶r̶y̶ ̶l̶i̶t̶t̶l̶e̶ ̶b̶o̶y̶
A Poet Sep 2021
D̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶c̶r̶y̶ ̶l̶i̶t̶t̶l̶e̶ ̶b̶o̶y̶
D̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶c̶r̶y̶ ̶l̶i̶t̶t̶l̶e̶ ̶b̶o̶y̶,
you are vain, blasphemous, ungrateful
         an arrogant and flawed poetic braggart.
you are an egomaniacal, cold, self centered fragile flower
          of your own self built malediction.
your heart black, wicked, evil, vengeful.

Don't cry little boy,
    just avoid the mirror,
       avoid the thousand cuts of self inflicted pain.
          as the man you grew into gazes back.
#regret
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81 · Oct 2021
I̶d̶e̶a̶l̶ ̶B̶e̶a̶u̶t̶y̶ ̶S̶t̶a̶n̶d̶a̶r̶d̶
A Poet Oct 2021
I̶d̶e̶a̶l̶ ̶B̶e̶a̶u̶t̶y̶ ̶S̶t̶a̶n̶d̶a̶r̶d̶
▼
No brushes,
no chemically induced foundations of beauty,
no need for evolution or growth,
but evolution for self-preservation,
for your own beauty standards.
I̶d̶e̶a̶l̶ ̶B̶e̶a̶u̶t̶y̶ ̶S̶t̶a̶n̶d̶a̶r̶d̶
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80 · Aug 2021
𝓐 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽
A Poet Aug 2021
𝓐 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽
Every moment was a falsehood,
    "I love you" is "I hate you" masked with wanting ; its cheap makeup.
         With his life ending, his last thought was remorse.
             Remorse for time wasted, cheap words, and you.
                Oh! sad little clown! "I love you" on the marquee,
                      what a performance, cheap, comical, old.
                          

                         -A clown named 𝓐 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽
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80 · Apr 2020
Toxic Masculinity
A Poet Apr 2020
Toxic Masculinity
"men don't cry"
so dry those eyes
you are a man
they say to me


So I only reply
"Then what I am for today I cry"
#masculinity #tears #love #Socialdiscourse
#gender
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80 · Oct 2021
r̶o̶m̶a̶n̶t̶i̶c̶i̶z̶e̶d̶ ̶b̶r̶a̶i̶n̶
A Poet Oct 2021
r̶o̶m̶a̶n̶t̶i̶c̶i̶z̶e̶d̶ ̶b̶r̶a̶i̶n̶
Save me from this romanticized brain,
my body enacts its revenge,
  Engrossed in an end that does not end.
It penetrated my soul, my body, my mind.
Save me! Save me! From myself!
From these thoughts, of this **** r̶o̶m̶a̶n̶t̶i̶c̶i̶z̶e̶d̶ ̶b̶r̶a̶i̶n̶
.
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80 · Sep 2021
l̶i̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶
A Poet Sep 2021
l̶i̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶
I have written thousands of poems,
30,000 thousand words and counting.

A quilt of memories both mine and yours,
   quatrains and couplets amongst swaying palm trees.


I wrote about anger, I wrote about hate,
   I wrote about death, I wrote about love,
       I wrote about lust, I wrote about you.

I drew maps in the stars,
   and my words became waves of emotion plunging
     me ever deeper into insanity.

But the words yet left unwritten,
    can not be created or describe,
       each day l̶i̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶
#homage
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79 · Feb 2021
ɖʀɛǟʍ
A Poet Feb 2021
ɖʀɛǟʍ
When you lose everything,
    the saying goes "get back up and try again"
         but how do you get back up
            when every feeling, every word, of my past
                no longer exists in the physical world,
                     trying means being awake,
                        but I want to sleep,
                             for in dreams,
                                   I feel you,
                                   once more.
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79 · Apr 2020
Hypocrisy!
A Poet Apr 2020
Hypocrisy!
I don't write about flying
I try not to write about love
try not to write about me
try not to write about death
try not to write about ****

I write critiques
  Yet I am down and I am out
       So I look at others for inspiration
& look in the mirror
only to see. . .

Hypocrisy,
**** A STEP DOWN FROM !Intellectualism!
   a partaker in mimetic creation in and endless state of iterability
        ! a charlatan of false truth!
             a poet for god sake!
                  a poet
                      a failure
                             yet
                                 I do not awake
                                          from this sweet dream
                                                 !please god! let me not wake!
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78 · Nov 2021
Ɩı۷ɛ
A Poet Nov 2021
Ɩı۷ɛ
in the middle of my madness,
on the edge of life,
darkest of my days,
3:00 a.m. no clue whether its day or night,
clinging to your photos , sobbing, pleading, snorting, pretending to live my life.
I took back my life,
I started accepting that you are gone,
no words, no moments, no tears
will bring you back. . .
I needed to stop dwelling,
for as I spiral out of control,
I can choose when to stop,
I can choose when to change,
I can choose sadness or happiness,
I call the shots,
they are my own,
there's no point in meeting again,
you are gone. . . I am here. . .
your memories are here. . .
I am strong,
   I cry,
       I loved,
I will learn to love again,
for the destination I choose to find, is not where I hope to meet.
I am here. . . I choose to live. . .
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78 · Oct 2021
d̶i̶s̶a̶p̶p̶o̶i̶n̶t̶m̶e̶n̶t̶
A Poet Oct 2021
d̶i̶s̶a̶p̶p̶o̶i̶n̶t̶m̶e̶n̶t̶
Chains of d̶i̶s̶a̶p̶p̶o̶i̶n̶t̶m̶e̶n̶t̶s,
  are my tributes to the world.
Failed poems full of incogitable nuances
   each number, another sorrow,
Full of my of diluted fantasies of happiness.
Paint a succession of damages, of a broken heart
    which sings its same old tune,
        old , overplayed, disappointing tune.
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77 · Oct 2021
a̶ ̶d̶e̶a̶d̶ ̶p̶o̶e̶t̶
A Poet Oct 2021
a̶ ̶d̶e̶a̶d̶ ̶p̶o̶e̶t̶
If you life up my sleeve,
  you will see one scar. . .
If you peer in my heart,
  you will see fragments of what is left. . .
They called it "attempted suicide"
  but I am a void, ****** into nothingness
I simply want to sleep. . . for us to meet again. . .
I want to be a̶ ̶d̶e̶a̶d̶ ̶p̶o̶e̶t̶. . .
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77 · May 2020
Lie
A Poet May 2020
Lie
That awkward silence;
   of seeing them with someone else.

Memories rushing seem so long ago,
    Santa Monica sand,
       Churros on the pier,
          Zion's trails.
             Happiness. . .
"Hello". . .
Introductions. .
Small talk. . .

     "Oh I am happy for you";
If only I didn't lie.

-Lie
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77 · Apr 2020
Listless Romantic
A Poet Apr 2020
Listless Romantic
I am a listless romantic,
Still waiting for romance with a fairy tale ending.
Time is cruel, and vanity fades.
Still I sit and wait.

Lackadaisical,
My looks now lack decadency and my fashion has fallen out of taste.
Time is cruel, and age grows.
Still I sit and wait.

Cleary romance is but whimsical dreams and one must not rush in haste.
But time does not forgive, time does not see the beauty in the personality
Time is restless, angry, vibrant and a toxic lover
It takes a piece by piece of me.
Yet still I sit and wait.

Never knew pleasure, never knew the human touch.
Cling to false hopes that society has not lost reasoning, discernment is for looks and not “me”
Little did I know I was a dreamer, love is false, love is fake, love is based on illusion and myth.
I did not know how to play the game, I was not born to love, I was not born to touch, I was only born to sit and wait.

Breath becomes still
Now he comes to me
In my sleep, maybe finally I can find that love
As still I wait. . .
#romantic
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77 · Dec 2020
Ꝉօղցìղց ƒօɾ Ӏօѵҽ
A Poet Dec 2020
Ꝉօղցìղց ƒօɾ Ӏօѵҽ
Coffee at 5 o' clock,
   just another reminder I ****** up.
      two souls united ,
          beautifully in perfect  harmony.
              now they pull apart,
                    the sound of a closing door,
                      and another piece of my heart.
                          Longing for more, Ꝉօղցìղց ƒօɾ Ӏօѵҽ
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76 · Dec 2020
l̶o̶v̶e̶
A Poet Dec 2020
l̶o̶v̶e̶
stroke of madness at my pillars,
  the dark blue sea that fills your eyes,
      break me to the very essence of my weak core
          you see through my impetuous being.

Words, words, they are just words
   but they change the very of aura of my spirit.
      clawing, at the soft bark,
           the rip down my pillars,
                 bring down my wall,
                     your sea rough , tumultuous, unyielding.

I wish I had a million balloons,
to tie and lift me higher,
      and rise above it all
            but your in your ocean,
                 I love myself,
                     drown,
                         fall
                          &
               I call it
                          l̶o̶v̶e̶
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76 · Nov 2021
t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶
A Poet Nov 2021
t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶
As he leaves, he takes his memory.
His ways of being, his current of emotions,
His sweet honeydew smell, his way of being goodbye
and never.

Still nights, the superficial,
,
Without noticing you went from him,
to it, to a thing.
polished thing.
Falling, slipping
crying, sweet anguish thing.
Sweet thing, trapped in captivity of the entrails,
of the knot already forever binded,
blinded from the sobbing, you lose yourself
sweet thing.

Until one day, another stops the pain.
Stops it, and reduces it to an annoying
voice, a mysterious touch, to a resurfaced polish.
Offered, given, taken,
sweet thing the hidden loneliness all but awaits,
you fail to feel its quake as you play the game again.
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76 · Apr 2020
Free (Haiku)
A Poet Apr 2020
Free (Haiku)
Please let me be free,
not locked into sameness,
society conceals
#Haiku #Societycritique
#voice
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76 · Jan 26
Just a pinch
A Poet Jan 26
Just a pinch
Just a pinch to plump,
Just a pinch to get rid of the lines,
Just a pinch to shrink the neckline,
Just a pinch to lose the weight,

Just some pain to reshape,
Just some pain to change,
Just some pain to become who I am,

I don't know how to feel,
   knowing I'm sad again in this mirror,
          Just some more cuts,
                    Just some more pain,
What can go wrong? As I run from myself,
      Only to see him in the mirror everyday. . . .
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76 · Nov 2021
ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᵉ
A Poet Nov 2021
ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᵉ
I'm sorry I am broken,
But I am not your modern day simile,
I don't choose to compete,
I don't choose to check off the boxes
I am broken, different, and strong.

Does that scare you?
I am not your definition of beautiful,
  I am mine, and that is okay I choose to embrace my flaws.
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75 · Dec 2020
ⓞη𝓬𝐞 ᵐ๏Ř乇
A Poet Dec 2020
ⓞη𝓬𝐞 ᵐ๏Ř乇
Let me lie under the smell of herbs,
       flowers, and rotting sap from ancient trees.
          prepare the earthly sheets,
             with pollen that tickles the nose
               an infinite reminder of my insanity.

Let me sleep,
  under the constellation of the lion,
      majestic vast grandeur,
          an infinite reminder of a strong soul,
               forever lost and broken.

Rock me to sleep,
  with the song of buds breaking open,
    and angels that sing the song of purgatory,
       an infinite reminder,
           of  man , a sinner, a son, a product of humanity.

In the end,
  when the pills run out,
      and the world returns to normalcy,
         with one less miserable soul,
             take a note,
                 that I am happy,
                         free ⓞη𝓬𝐞 ᵐ๏Ř乇
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75 · Oct 2021
E̶x̶a̶l̶t̶e̶d̶
A Poet Oct 2021
E̶x̶a̶l̶t̶e̶d̶
My mind wanders the cosmos and the heavens,
always thinking, what you'd think of the man I became?
   Should I come and meet you in the dark?
      Would we be bestfriends again?
          Is this E̶x̶a̶l̶t̶e̶d̶ thinking,
             or the madness of my own silence?
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75 · Nov 2020
ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ
A Poet Nov 2020
ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ
I used to find shame,
   in the great staple food of the tamale,
      drinking poor atole,
          and presenting a plate of mole to our guest,


I used to find shame,
   being the son of two "aliens"
        how it plagued me. . .

but like Jarabe Tapatío dancers,
  I found pride,
        in our dances,
            in our culture,
               in my family.
                   for it is me,
                       I am me.
                         I am proud. . .

-ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ
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75 · May 2020
Cosmic
A Poet May 2020
Cosmic
Keep me in the moment;
   rock me in your lullaby.
Roll. . . Roll. . . Roll. . .
Keep me focused;
  as I dance with bodacious stars.
Lick. . . Lick. . . Lick. . .
Fly past mars;
  where the word demure does not exist.
Light. . . Light. . . Light. . .
Cosmic love;
   Please keep me in this moment.


-Cosmic
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74 · Oct 2021
b̶u̶r̶n̶i̶n̶g̶
A Poet Oct 2021
b̶u̶r̶n̶i̶n̶g̶
I hit rock bottom again,
  living in my own fiery hell inferno.
Before I coped with the pain,
  or maybe now I float between reality and fantasy,  
     just enough to feel this pain , burning.
My suffering , love lost was external,
    so why is it internal?
I hit rock bottom again,
but this time I am not coping,
    I am b̶u̶r̶n̶i̶n̶g̶.
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74 · Oct 2021
B̶i̶r̶t̶h̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶g̶r̶a̶v̶e̶
A Poet Oct 2021
B̶i̶r̶t̶h̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶g̶r̶a̶v̶e̶
▼
It is true, I am a prisoner to my body.
My anxiety forever chained; inside me.
The soul imprisoned to damnation of my own creation.
I am limited,
  I write poems of sorrow,
poems of death,
poems of love; past not present
imprisoned to this absurd body and mind,
    of which there is no escape,
         imprisoned from birth to the grave.
-limited
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74 · Dec 2020
❁𝓃𝑒
A Poet Dec 2020
❁𝓃𝑒
Your song enamors,
   every essence
      speech,
      taste,
      sound,
       sight.
Such a rarity,
   beauty that does not fade at any hour.

But, every dark circle beneath such ardent eyes,
fail to hide the black abyss of pain, wanting and belonging,
   for left as shells, I lost the fight,
      I am just another beautiful fool
           enamored,
               loving,
                  wanting,
                     yearning,
                       in the intricate web of lies,
                           so beautifully spun,
                             to think I am the only ❁𝓃𝑒
#betrayl
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73 · Dec 2020
ⓣⓐⓚⓔ ⓜⓔ
A Poet Dec 2020
ⓣⓐⓚⓔ ⓜⓔ
Take me back to a time,
      when La Divina blessed the stage,
          when the horrors of war did not exist,
                when man only knew love and not hate,
                     when imaginary lines did not divide us,
  when religion and race did not exist.
        take me back before the creation of constructs,


Please take me.

-ⓣⓐⓚⓔ ⓜⓔ
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