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160 · Jun 19
One day I'll grow wings
One day I'll grow wings,
So big and strong.
Not fragile, not weak
Like my shattered soul.

One day I'll grow wings and stand tall,
And I wont give up, wont fall.
As the astronaut reaches it's Moon,
I'll be there waiting for you.

One day I'll grow wings and die,
A destiny that is meant for us all.
150 · Jan 13
I rot.
Some people exist some live, I rot.
Short n quick
143 · Jan 7
Ludic
I failed at it several times,
I shall not fail at it again.
The world is so ludic,
I need some quiet space.
Deeply in my soul there is a missing part,
And ill find it once i drift apart.
You won't find me for some time,
I will disappear for a while.
Somewhere far away from this cruel world,
Maybe in heaven where my thoughts lure.
Everything is connected.
The old tree lines and the wrinkles that we get.
The ocean and the eyes.
The rain and the tears.
The fog in the forest and our gloomy dreams.
You braid your hair and suddenly you're back in history with your ancestors.
You speak up about your rights and now you see them in pure hopelessness, they fought but no one gave a thought. No one cared enough to give us the rights we deserve.
Go out in nature and listen to the wind dancing as you sing your favorite song.
Somewhere far away in the middle of nowhere you dance in the rain and enjoy life as the love fills your home.
The universe whispers to you. God hears you and loves you, this time enough to save you. You finally found peace.
Just random poem i found in my notes that i made
125 · Jan 23
One day.
One day you'll wake up,
Brush your teeth, eat your breakfast.
Not realizing you didn't think of it.

One day you'll wake up,
Go as usual and realize things aren't so bad anymore.

One day will be soon, maybe not now, not tomorrow, but it will be.
121 · Jan 29
Bad Poetry
Why does the Sun shine?
Why do the stars glow?
Moon that listens,
She is always here.

Why do my eyes cry?
Is it because I fail but try?

Poetry my love,
Endless love that will always grow.

No matter how hard I try,
I still am not someone, even though I cry.
Tears mean nothing,
Discipline is power that holds everything

I try to be everything,
while I fear that I'll be nothing.

So what? Should I quit writing?
Or is it not my time yet?
Whatever I'll do anything to be something,
Even if it's not everything.
Even if I fail, I'll stand strong,
tall like the trees during a storm.
Poem before psych ward sorry if its bad

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