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1d · 58
Adrian 1d
Spreading wings
And releasing feathers,
The dove flies through
A ring of flame.

The scroll of negotiation
Unscathed by the battlefield.
4d · 45
Adrian 4d
To dehumanize someone
Is to break the chains
That hold their wings
To an earthen reality.

Does complicated emotion
Really prove
That we are above animals?

Or does it drag us down?
5d · 32
Adrian 5d
Is it worth it to be mad;
To let myself drown in my blood?

A raging typhoon,
But only I get hurt
By the flying debris.

Why should I get mad
If it only scares others away?
I can be nice
If i want someone to return.
Being angry does nothing for me.
5d · 30
Adrian 5d
If I disappeared
Would you give a ******* ****?
Stop the ******* farce.
Ugh not gonna deal with this **** for much longer. Your wishy washy nature ****** me off a lot.
7d · 45
Adrian 7d
Maybe if I become the bird
To break the egg;
The world,

I’ll shatter the ice locking
My heart in place.

Throwing off these chains
Of human connection,
And hatching into a dove.
Jul 31 · 169
Adrian Jul 31
Trailing out what’s left inside;
Leaving a path.

Lurching into the fray
Letting come what may.

I don’t know what’s left
Inside of me;
Bloodless, emotionless.

What keeps me running
Away from my problems?
Jul 29 · 59
Adrian Jul 29
As a paper gets torn
Fragments are created
Only to be lost from sight

And from mind.

As ink brands a paper, art,
A tear brands a paper,
As nothing more than a lost fragment
Jul 29 · 38
Adrian Jul 29
Why should I let you
Wind up my dreams for me?
Why should I follow through,
If you won’t let me be free?

The trees sit through health and blight,
The forest sits among the trees,
But I could never see the sight
Because you dropped me on my knees.

You promise salvation
But you’ve led me too deep,
And I know, with trepidation,
That the only salvation is in my sleep

Why should I let you be the light
When I only see you as a blight?
It’s not a message to the sandman, but it kinda involves the sandman. It’s 2:30am and I need to get to sleep. Nice talking to you all again!
Jul 28 · 28
Adrian Jul 28
You could have it all;
My liar’s throne.
Pick me to the bone;
Create a cliff to fall.

The forest’s wing
Creates its leaves;
Their sweet little sting
Scraped off the trees.

What have I become,
Beating to another’s drum?
Following the soft flare,
With thoughts I cannot repair.

I’ll drop you into the dirt,
I will make you hurt.
Inspired by the song “hurt”. You may know it because Johnny Cash sang it, BUT, it was actually written by Trent Renzor of Nine Inch Nails. Listen to Nine Inch Nails’s version.
Jul 28 · 53
Adrian Jul 28
As the creeping doubt
Draws shadows of trees
Onto my mind’s canvas,
I silently look away,
Wishing the water’s reflection
Could distract me.

Rippling across the surface;
Distorting what I see.
The inkwell’s matte mirror
Changing what I’m to be.
I’m tired. And a bit sad. But who cares? At least I’m writing it out.
Jul 22 · 50
Hiking Boots
Adrian Jul 22
Nothing lasts forever
But we just gotta believe,
And make it last long.

As long as we both try
We can continue this trek
For as long as we want.

Who knows what we’ll find
Along the way?
As long as we try, it will work out.

Edit: I said long a bunch.
Jul 22 · 53
Adrian Jul 22
As comets fly
Splitting the sky,

Innumerable stars
Litter the beyond

A fleeting moment
Worth a million words,
Yet only so much
Can I say.
I’ve noticed that’s it’s hard to write a love poem while in a relationship. That has nothing to do with the poem. Just something I noticed.
Jul 20 · 28
Adrian Jul 20
A world of emanating noise
Filling my mind with static,
The voices are in and out
Their sounds more that sporadic.

Living in a world of noise
Shouting through my soul
Living in a world of toys
Screaming away what’s whole
I’ve been pretty silent on these recent ones. I don’t know why. Didjya guys miss me? Probably not, but you know, it’s nothing much. Anyways there’s been a lot going on and I haven’t written much poetry. Well I have, but I’m embarrassed to even call it poetry. I think I’m losing my “edge” per se.
Jul 20 · 24
Adrian Jul 20
Swim on the river
Wade through the spiral
View the simmering color
As the surf turns visceral.

Bleed out the river
Wade through the deeds
View the glimmering color
As the red leaves the reeds
Jul 16 · 44
Adrian Jul 16
As I watch the ebbing tide
I am stripped of all but pride.

Left to confide
In the riptide.

Let it drag me through silent waves
And dig me the watery graves
It follows a syllable count for each couplet:
Because I said so.

Also each couplet rhymes with itself. That’s why I’m calling them couplets.
Jul 14 · 56
Adrian Jul 14
I’m living in my own shadow,
Pushed into what others see.

I’m sticking out like neon
In large groups of people.

I’m still holding on
To what’s long gone.

I forget to let go,
And my blood seeps
Into an outward flow.
Inspired by “I,” a song by Taproot
Jul 11 · 194
Adrian Jul 11
How many more times
Will I die
Before I find life
In its scarcest places?
Jul 10 · 38
Adrian Jul 10
Cry me a river,
Hum me a song.
Whisper me a shout,
Find where I belong.

Orchestrate me a melody,
Incinerate me a candlelight,
Shout me a far off whisper,
Let me fall to a worldly blight
Jul 8 · 63
Adrian Jul 8
Spiders weaving golden threads,
Through our dreams
And around our silent heads.
The life running through our hair,
Attracting dreamweavers to our minds.

But all it takes is a bit of a bite,
And the once golden thread,
devolves to red,
And the once lavish life,
Disintegrates to lead.
Jul 6 · 67
Adrian Jul 6
Lines marking a shimmering border,
Silence marks the void between.
Life and death are all that stand
In the way of a world pristine.

The labelmaker does not discriminate,
The labelmaker creates the groundwork for it.
It’s the people that created the labels for the lgbtq(+ however more there is now) community, the ones against discrimination based on who you are or who you like, that discriminated people into groups based on who someone was or who they like.
Jul 4 · 73
Adrian Jul 4
Maybe silence is what I need
A break, away from love and greed.

An obsession of possession
And a possession of obsession.

How much longer
Before I turn deaf
In the dimming static
Of this forsaken planet.
Jun 29 · 183
Adrian Jun 29
Numbers rising
Like falling stars.
Galaxies away?
Right outside my door.
Covid numbers are rising around the world. We recently hit 10 million cases, and 500,000 (yes with 5 zeros) of those people died. Please stay safe everyone. We are having almost 200,000 new cases each day because everything is opening up.
Jun 28 · 45
Adrian Jun 28
Striping flames
Burning names
Cindered letters
Breaking fetters
A novel of ashen lies
Slowly dies
Jun 28 · 49
Fallen stars
Adrian Jun 28
Ashes fall
Upon crows in flight.
Cawing in
A cloaked night.

Dancing sparks;
Floating up high.
The raven’s barks;
A simmering cry.

As the ashes call the crows,
The sparks burn the ravens.
Jun 26 · 29
Adrian Jun 26
A citric eastern breeze
Beckons in frosted waves.
A mosaic of spectral sun
Drawn upon the fractured glass.
Surf exploding onto rocks
Like the trillions of stars
Now twinkling,
At twilight.
Jun 25 · 66
Adrian Jun 25
The roses kneel
Before the trees
The shadowed reveal
Before the breeze.

The smell of rain
In the sky.
My tears are gone
And the well is dry.

Why am I welcomed
By burning pages
And culling voices?
Jun 21 · 73
Adrian Jun 21
He is an *******,
But a good kind of *******.
It runs in my fam.
I abbreviated family to fam to fit the 5-7-5
Jun 20 · 35
Adrian Jun 20
Petals fly
Petals fall
Dancing roses
Sewing the fall.

Fallen petals laying, red.
Sewn by a simple thread;
The world’s card has been drawn
Fate is facing the early dawn.
Jun 16 · 40
Adrian Jun 16
Taking into account
All the tension
That has come to pass,
I should have long since

Snap—   —ped

So why am I
Still standing
In one piece?
Me taking in the fact that I have awful social anxiety. It’s virtually impossible for me to enter a store or restaurant and ask for an application. I don’t know how people do that.
Jun 15 · 108
Adrian Jun 15
Three crows
Upon a line.
Three crows
Here to dine.

Lines are drawn
Upon the sky’s
Deep blue lawn.
The third crow
Was just a pawn.

Two crows,
Where’s the third?
Who knows.
Red lines are drawn upon a lawn,
It’s time to pay respects
To the long lost pawn.
Jun 10 · 27
Adrian Jun 10
One of my best friends, and the third friend I ever made is finally getting a replacement kidney. It’s hard to express in words just how happy I am for him. He’s been a lifelong friend for me and I’ve had to live through the decline of it’s functionality. All I can do, is hope that tomorrow’s operation goes smoothly.
I’m glad I’m still friends with him.
Edit: before anyone gives me crap about how it isn’t a poem, just scroll right on down. You don’t need to point out the obvious. Thank you!
Jun 8 · 63
Adrian Jun 8
The flame,
long since thinned,
Snuffed out by the wind

Only ashes remain,
Set to rekindle their flame.

All it takes is a small spark
To set the world ablaze
And leave us all in the dark
Jun 8 · 188
Paper Madness
Adrian Jun 8
As ink is left to fall,
Another paper
Is left to stain.

As my veins
Decide the path
Of my blood,
The ink in my pen
Decides the stain
Upon this paper.
Sometimes the stains
Are legible words.
Sometimes the stains
Are my blood.
Jun 7 · 95
Adrian Jun 7
Brown seaweed
Sliding in the echo
Of a siren’s long lost lament.

Through the ocean
Not a sound shall break
The fragile fabric of silence;
It shall stand for an eternity.
Made the first stanza while talking to a wonderful person last night. Thank you ——.
Jun 6 · 36
Adrian Jun 6
Now is the time
When those
Who normally seem
Become the
I have my own feelings about the turmoil this country is in, but I’m afraid to express my opinion about it. I might not say why some things are morally wrong without angering people. I am only 16. I can’t vote, I can’t get my license, I can’t do much. All I can do is be aware. I refuse to participate in this. Not because I don’t know who’s side to pick, but because I will not generate more hate and turmoil in this society.
Jun 5 · 71
Adrian Jun 5
Two skies
sitting up high,

Two suns
Watching them fall,

One world
Seeing the collapse,
Inspiration from “Stealing Society” by System Of A Down.
Most people think I’m like some emo kid bc I listen to metal, but really it’s just the fact that fast music is the only thing that will get me up hopping around and singing. Any fast, dramatic instrumental is good too. (rap is slow, bgm wise)
Jun 4 · 85
Adrian Jun 4
Sliding through salty waters,
Spray hitting my face
Each time I dip the paddle
Into the murky creek.

it’s so serene,
No people,
No yelling,
No sirens,
Just me and the geese,
And the wind.

Even though I’m thinking
About my next move,
You’re still there,
Lying, beautiful,
In the back of my mind.
Kayak is a palindrome.
Jun 4 · 533
Adrian Jun 4
What lies in the eyes
That stand just out of sight?

The void is endless,
But who can see that far?

If one is set to leave,
Why bother looking back?

Just because you’re out of sight
Doesn’t mean you’ve left my mind too.
Jun 4 · 30
Adrian Jun 4
Thawing ice
Broken glass

Falling free
Without care

Living life
Timeless times

Injuring myself on
Fragmented barriers

Shattering emotion
Destroyed by what’s lost.
Jun 4 · 116
Through Ice
Adrian Jun 4
Through the ice
And falling even more.
She’s down there to catch me,
But the icy shards
Are freezing my blood.

A branch sticks out in my path,
Throwing me off balance,
And now I’m no longer falling;

I’m tumbling out of control.
With no idea
How to regain control.
I remember why I used to write so much.
There was so much to write about, and so much emotion to supply the correct language.
Adrian Jun 4
I’ll do it in a poem bc this is a poetry website.

With each that comes along,
A timer is set upon them.
Why let the timer be?
When defusal is possible.

Why let the bomb explode
When just being friends is fun?

Living stagnant is painful
But losing to the timers
While time is stopped
Pains me more.

I have a question for you, A:
Why make me decide
Between two paths?

There’s always a third,
Right down the middle.
Defusal sounds better than defusing so... once again, I summon creative license to create better flow!
Yeah I know it’s not a great poem, sorry for the lack of quality everyone.
Jun 4 · 164
Between life
Adrian Jun 4
Life flows on
Even if we are stagnant.
Through all it will travel,
Harboring our emotions
And our experiences.

Nothing lasts forever,
But anything good
Is worth trying to keep close.
I’m sorry.
Jun 4 · 60
Adrian Jun 4
Why should I
Take pride in myself
When there’s nothing
To be prideful of?
Happy june.
Jun 2 · 73
Adrian Jun 2
Who ever knew
That happiness could
Wear someone out
As much as it does.

My emotions
Have grown drowsy,
And my head’s
A bit too feathery.
Sometimes I have to regroup and re-ground myself. Poetry is one way to do that. It’s weird to feel emotions hardly ever felt before.
Jun 1 · 122
Adrian Jun 1
Slipping on the ice,
And crashing through the glass.

Floating shards
Hovering in prismatic wonder,
Lighting my darkened mind
Like the thousand stars
Guiding me to
My long lost dreams.
Is it on purpose that one of the corners is still left in the dark? ;)
My interpretation of how love CAN work. A withering rejection that flowers into something beautiful. emphasis on can.
Jun 1 · 58
Adrian Jun 1
Why have all my choices
No matter how good they are,
Always hurt someone in the end.
Now I feel like I hurt a dear friend.
Jun 1 · 300
Adrian Jun 1
Venomous voices
Tempting fate.

Listless lisping
And culling words.

Silence prevails,
Pervading my guilt...

And feeding my
Venomized thoughts.
The things I say sometimes...
May 31 · 41
Time Expansion
Adrian May 31
Six and a half hours
Of grueling yard work
Seemed like an eternity
Of endless seconds

Without you.
Yeah I know the name’s awful. I’m very tired. My IT and writer body isn’t meant for 6.5 hours of heavy lifting and shoveling dirt.
May 30 · 32
Adrian May 30
Amongst a storm,
Inside the raging current,
Iridescent light
Shines once again.

Things are going
To be all right.
May 30 · 41
Blank Space
Adrian May 30
Maybe as time continues
Our wounds will fade,
And we can go back
To something like
How it was
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