Perceive - Hello Poetry

Mar 29

GR

The name I made for myself.

It took me years of patience and effort, and I never spared a single moment for myself alone.

I had always relied on this goal of mine, a dream worth sacrificing myself for.

And then one day, it's all gone.

I'm forced away, hearts unsynced, and although it's also been a while, my heart remains shattered.

Because I realized that I'll have to go to sleep, and dream.

Being awake and dreaming at the same time is impossible, isn't it?

Because it had always been the name I once made for myself.

Actually, I was forced to move to a completely new area. It's been a month or so, but I am still adapting. I was forced away from all my relationships, and of course, it is not the same. They live much farther now, and there has never been a day where I haven't missed them.

My core memories, they were all left behind. I'm trying my best to adapt to this environment, but it just isn't for me. I'm not welcomed here. My adults, they have never supported the thought of balancing my personal/work+school life, so they only think I'm in my own space 24/7 and seperated from reality. I guess, that is 50% accurate of a thought compared to reality, but no matter how hard I try to relieve this perspective of theirs, I fail. So I gave up, and I followed my own path. I still am, but at the bottom of my heart, I'm always hoping they're watching over how hard I'm struggling, the tears I fight every night, the lock necklace that remains apart of my flesh.

I miss the name I once made for myself, because here, it wouldn't matter if I existed or not.

Mar 13

GR

Falling In Love Again

Tonight, the midnight sky is rather different.

It consists of dark clouds rapidly moving, dissapearing, and taking turns covering the bright entity in the sky.

I can only catch a momentary break of light, cracking through the clouds.

But I'm only searching for a beauty that cannot be revealed to this world.

I stare at myself, my reflection being cast upon me, this glass seperating me from the untouchable entity.

But in my eyes, I catch the big round beauty, glowing in me.

And finally I look up, the clouds moving away, my thoughts clearing, and my focus on one, breathtaking moment.

And that's the moment I fell in love.

With the moon.

Feb 15

GR

The moon, a star.

The moon, a star, one perspective.

Both illuminate, only if I search for light.

If I was the moon, my presence would burden this world, when I'm at my darkest. But nonetheless, I enlighten the same embodiment. It's just a matter of who, when, and how I'm viewed.

As a star, I can only be gazed upon when I'm surrounded by darkness. I'm different from the moon, much unlike a fragment of a soul.

In the end, I'm always watching, yet there's nothing I can do. The moon, star, death, and life. Unless I'm searched for, my existence alone is insignificant. Unless I'm accompanied by another, all I can do is wait.

My very first publication. To me, this poem does not have one single meaning. Depending on the person viewing it, this poem has various meanings.

Truth and meaning, they're both perceived by a perspective shaped by memories, experiences, and personality. To sympathize, means to place yourself in one's shoes. So, if you were the author of this poem, what would be its meaning, and with what intentions would you have written it? This thought, your response, is exactly the meaning of this poem.

If you would, take a look outside tonight. Watch the moon, find the stars, enjoy the scenery, and read this poem. I would like for you to try and feel, feel what I possibly could have, while composing this piece. Thank you.

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