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GuiseOfALoner Jun 2021
You are

Like a book
That was unwritten

Or a story
My mother would repeat

Like a tropical island
Isolated and pristine

Like a treasure
The pirates have hidden

Like life
Thriving when it suffers

Like the code
In my gene

Like the chaos
Of the spinning universe

Or the patterns
Looping eternally

Like a quest
of the elixir

Like the void
Forever empty

Or the nothingness
That holds the universe

Like night
When it is silent

Like a usual day
In constant routine

Like a labyrinth
Of places in my memory

You are what amnesia

The pain you are
Courses through my veins

I remember love
When it stings

It's a question
Nobody could answer

Like the fear
Sending shivers

Cascading, building trust,
Fitting the pieces

Yet here I am
Aș puzzled as a toddler

For when I lost you
I only found me

But there's us
In the space between

Between the beginning
And our end

I would traverse us
Like we’re an unfinished business

Like time holding still
In its permanence  

Like a lost private key
Locking me in

Like a forgotten safe
That would never open

You are, Yes You are

Without you I just
Can never love again.
GuiseOfALoner Apr 2020
Tonight I bleed

Bled a dark ink
Bled another tear
Bled my heart to numb
Bled my thoughts to dumb
Bled another emptiness
Bled for a necessity
Bled for love.

Bled for you
Quench my thirst.
Bleed for me,
Feed my hunger.

Nobody understands...

Why I bleed,
How silence creeps,
How a soul dies
another deathless life.
GuiseOfALoner Mar 2019
Her shape is a hidden map
For hundreds of conquistadors
Seeking what’s beyond her lap
Owning her juvenile allure

In the breadth of her landscape
Her once wilderness is tamed
Her soul locked in a bastille
While her lone temple awaits.

All she ever desires is a traveler
She deemed she once knew
Still, the stars won't the answer
When her love is due.
GuiseOfALoner Sep 2018
It doesn’t hurt at all!
That a pirate stole my precious heart
What hurts me most
Is the insult to my beautiful brain.

I don’t feel cheated at all,
That I gave you the riches and love,
How could I have known?
That I'm riding the idiocy of an idiot.

Yes it didn’t hurt babe!
Honestly, it doesn’t hurt all.
Why didn't just yet.
Pretty sure it will.
So when does it hurt then?
GuiseOfALoner Sep 2018
Is it that hard to accept?
That nothing is permanent.
That people had to walk away.

A stranger. A romance. A parent.
Even a long and lasting friend.
They all come and go, it hurts.

As friendships build you,
True friends slowly fades away
Slowly in the slow decay of time.  

Truth spills this bittersweet realisation.
Because we live in the present
And don't ever rely on memories.

Time are like places and places are like trains.
Stare at a familiar face at a distance,
until it becomes too far to recognize.

And as you reach the final destination,
You forget an unreachable person.
Yet the feeling remains true.

Did you let go of them? Nope.
Please my dear, do understand.
Everyone is in transit.
Why do people say goodbye?
GuiseOfALoner Sep 2018
There’s something about writing
my feelings for you.

When it hurts,
the pen doesn’t stop.
With every stroke,
it gets darker
and poisonous.

Until it all gets ugly,
The tears smudged the ink.
Because no word,
no phrase
can ever substitute the pain.

All of them are wasted,
crumpled into the shred.
That’s what it’s like
thinking of you.

All of the hurting,
Time had made us
good enough
Not for each other
But for ourselves.

There were too many words
For us to say,
When all we needed
are four simple words.




the art of letting go
GuiseOfALoner Mar 2018
Dear life,

My simple rudimentary existence
Is ready to be

If I’m gone,
How much pain will there be,
To equate the joyful memories?

If the world’s
an open letter,
I’m unread.

A bad ink,

I’m an empty piece
Of a shell
Living life’s own accord.

Stuck in mediocrity
Whose ambition is neutered
by self-doubt.

When I’m gone,
I’ll accept nothingness
With tacit acquiescence.

Would society remember
The chasm
of my bipolarity.

Their sardonic humors,
Smother me
to death.

Their greatness
Makes me
So small

When I’m gone,
Let them be aroused,
about my idiocy.

And thereafter,
Let them forget,
about my early demise.

Let this mortal coil,
be unwashed,
From a colossal of insecurities.

When I’m gone.
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