Påłpëbŕå

Påłpëbŕå Dec 2022

life

.
and our lives are so well
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ew erehw dne syawla ew
.

it's a cycle

#life #shapepoetry

Påłpëbŕå Dec 2022

energy

are we all black bodies
giving as much as we take
like electrons in protons' company
creating energy by what we make
we attract only to repel later
we trust only to waiver
so why do we do things we'll regret
crying over all the time we've spent
it's so complex yet so simple
why does everything smooth has to have dimples?

Påłpëbŕå Dec 2022

:/

i am at a bad place right now
don't ask me when where or how
i wish i could ask how you are
about your journey and your scars
but if i open that door to you again
i guess all i will cause is pain
what if i only want to talk for a day
and then be okay going our separate ways
i am pretty needy, hormonal you could say
so with our minds i wouldn't play
be wise and never respond or initiate
and be not fine with all the wait
for all i am and all i will ever be
is ******* .l.o.n.e.l.y.

Påłpëbŕå Dec 2022

all or none

if you want something
they say get it
what if i want it all?
from sunrise to fall
a galaxy and infinite stars
to set the ****** bar
go beyond and then a little more
to find out
the after and everything before
who was i
and what am i going to be
or a simple species in between
where am i and where will i go
is this the first chapter
or the last show?

Påłpëbŕå Dec 2022

void

i want to reply, say something
but i am holding myself back
because i am scared of forming words
with emotions that i lack
this suspension feels good
this feeling of nothingness
in which my brain stops
filling me with emptiness
i was so full once
that i gave everything i had
but now what's left of me
is making me sadly glad
i like me better now
with not a single friend
just me, simply
waiting for the end
no anger left
no love left
no smiles formed
as if unscathed
i guess the scar fades when it heals
or is it just the cut that seals?
and underneath lie
a strong self hidden
guilt-ridden
waiting
to be better
like the last letter?